Another Sunday in Ordinary Time

Sitting in the attic “Penthouse,” listening to local music show on public radio station “The Current.” Dorothea and Madeline out. They went to see Pride and Prejudice. Liam and Anders are downstairs, playing a pretty dumb baseball video game. Guess it seems dumb because as even they say it is for younger kids. They are taking turns. While it is Liam’s turn, Anders is playing fetch with Stella. “Drop it…..Drop it……. Drop it……Stay……Drop it…..Drop it….Stay. Anyway, he says that he’s getting used to Stella. Liam was playing with her pretty roughly the other day. I asked if he wasn’t a little afraid that she’d bite him. Nah. He trusts her totally.
I had my every-other Saturday class at Saint Thomas yesterday. Bummed when we went into the lab to work on the example program of what will be our projects and the teacher said that I was the only one that he couldn’t get set up as a DBA for Oracle, so I’d have to follow along with someone else. This sort of thing has happened multiple times now, like when I went online to register for spring semester and it would let me register because my transcript apparently wasn’t on file. I called “Doug,” the administrator for the department. I suspect that he’s responsible for most of the snafus, but on the up side, once the problems are noted, he can fix them immediately. This as opposed to say the University of Minnesota, where the bureaucracy would be huger.
So last night and today I have been trying to get databases loaded on my laptop so that I can bypass the school. There are usually free developer or “Personal Editions”—MS SQL and DB2, and, as it turns out, Oracle. Oracle is hug. I have been deleting stuff from my hard drive, which is now and has been grinding away pretty consistently.
Last night Dorothea and I went out. The idea was that I would surprise her with doing something that she liked. I had bought tickets to see Christine Lavin and Claudia Schmidt. (Think Red House Records.) Only, as it turns out, first of all, she had gone out most nights that week—a couple of nights were plays with Madeline—some other things, so she was pretty beat. And, as it turns out, she doesn’t really like Claudia that much. So, it was borderline grim. So be it.
I was pretty upset the other day with the report that Minnesota Public Radio was foregoing hundreds of thousands of dollars in state funding because a new state law requires that they (MPR) state how many employees make over a $100,000 a year. (The CEO makes a reported $500,000 a year.) I thought, well, if they don’t need the state funding, they certainly don’t need my money. I would rather give my support to community radio. And, I would listen to the radio station Drive 105, which plays essentially the same sort of music as the Current, but it is a commercial station. At least and honestly commercial radio station. But, then, being the back-slider that I am, I thought, well, Bill Kling’s $500,000 a year is closer to the lowest pay in the organization, closer than the gazillions of dollars that the CEO of the bank makes, for instance. Oh well.