The day is best started in the company of a dog, preferably Murray, who meets the world with fortitude and humor. Be like the dog. Sniff things.
Moving forward with tech plans for the Knickerbocker Ensemble of Rochester (me and Karen and Tony). The mic stand, which would have been the perfect solution, turns out to have been made for a different model of Ultimate keyboard stand, but now I know, so we'll be approaching with Plan A again, a stand and a boom and a mic and an amp so we can stop borrowing Greg's setup, and so we'll have a mic that can get right up to my vocal apparatus for the two or three numbers I sing.
Murray is all, like "Hey, remember that great walk we just took? Good times, man."
Just scored 80 points at "Classic Words" with WIBBLES. I feel powerful.
Some time we'll find out whether the candy shop in Escanaba will let us bring in a jar to fill with Jelly Bellies, so that when I sort them by color, they stay sorted for at least a while.
Passing time in an acceptable fashion now, mostly by playing through a somewhat detailed WIZARD OF OZ anniversay folio, with the entire Munchkinland sequence spelled out for me. Note to self: "If I Were King of the Forest" is about my favorite number in musicals. It's right up there with "Frank Mills."
Murray and I walked again, first around the house (I dealt with the bunny 'hiding' on the hillside by turning us away for half a minute, and it luckily absquatulated.) and then around the block, where I smiled at hearing voices wherever we went--the neighbor behind, new family at 1, then a mom and two young sons. Murray startled the older one by trying to run beside him, and then a car was coming, so conversation resumed when everybody was there. I explained that Murray likes to run when he sees someone else run, because he likes to play. Alexander, the younger of the two, said he'd like to invite Murray to his upcoming birthday party, and he could play games. Not sure that'll happen, but the sweetest thing I've heard today. His mom mentioned my name as they were leaving, so Murray and I are not unknown to folks. Then I got involved in a text message as dogs were hailing us from various places, and we walked a couple of houses before I suddenly realized I'd made the ultimate faux pas in simply walking away from something instead of bagging it. We retraced our steps and I corrected the error. The dogs barked.
added to as the spirit or dog moved me. huge thanks to the five page views!
