Came into Nina’s and heard a recording of Bach’s Goldberg Variations, on e of them anyway. Then I noticed that it sounded slightly alien, at not the version that I am accustomed to listening to. Not Glenn Gould? It seems like this version has more ornamental notes. Not sure.
I weight lifted to Dean McGraw and John Coltrane. And I have been surrounded by music lately, in fact. Maybe it is a winter, inside sort of thing. Bought from Best Buy (why not Circuit City?–don’t have an answer) a little flash memory USB device, about the size of a pack of Wrigley’s chewing gum, which can hold eight hours of music. I am hoping that I can plug it into my computer at work and listen away. (And I could and did.)
Greg Brown song–that’s where the line comes from–“outside it’s raining sheets of rain/everyone’s inside livin’ it up on the internet/seems like no one’s lonely anymore/’cept for you and me, babe.” Or something to that effect. That’s me, my children? More to come later, I suppose.
My current obsession is correspondence chess on a site gameknot.com. I have completed twenty games since I started at Christmas time, so I now have an official ranking.
Black Bear Crossing Cafe in the pavilion at Como Park offers a great view of a bright, clear, beautiful day through the large windows. The emphasis is on cold though. It is cold enough that there was talk of the governor closing schools today. So for Minnesota, with its reputation for cold weather, that is saying something.
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I made a reservation last night for a camper cabin at Savannah Portage State Park for around the time of my birthday. Rose was over, and it is interesting. She and D. are tough sells on state park camper cabins because between the two of them they’ve probably stayed in all of the camper cabins at least once.
The guy came and replaced a part on the dishwasher. Jury is still out if that fixed the loud rumbling sound. There were other issues too, like a drain hose under the sink that had dropped down. And D.’s distressing stories of the repairman.
I was home yesterday morning. Usually I am here (the Y, Nina’s Coffeeshop.) “What are you doing here?” I heard that several times. Felt in the way. Madeline’s glasses frame broke. Liam turned to have some virus that had made his cheeks red. Ah, the day to day drama that I usually miss.
Any minute, Liam or Madeline will be coming down the stairs. I am at my laptop at the dining room table, and it is 7:35 am. That I am still home at this time on the morning of a school day is rare; usually I am at the Y. But I have been staying up later and later and consequently, sleeping in has been more and more appealing.
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Drove back from Lake Marie State Park lst night. Liz and Dorothea and the kids were staying the night in a camper cabin. I love the idea of a camper cabin. And I loved being there, but I was also happy to leave and go hoe and sleep in my own bed. I bought a State Park book and an interested in making reservations for the cabins.
Twenty of the sixty-seven parks have them. Some are winterized and open all year. Of those, the one at Lake Marie is the only one that has wood heat.
So what are these pesky Geneva Conventions anyway? A lot of legalese. But even my non-legal head, at the initial glance, says these are the world’s best attempt yet to oppose “violence to life and person, in particular murder of all kinds, mutilation, cruel treatment and torture.” And I suppose one could try to find cracks and holes in it, but why?
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Way behind schedule. But I guess I am succumbing to the temptations of having a boss who is in Cincinnati, co-workers that are in other states and who are working on other things, annd well, to come in late. Also, the project that I am working on, the guy in charge comes in later as well. So in a way I am adapting to his schedule.
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Ahead of schedule on my morning routine. Kay-blah. The aerobic equipment was full or unappealing. So I went to the locker room thinking whirlpool and sauna. As I started to undress I realized that was a hokey excuse for not exercising and resolved to go back down and get on whatever exercise equipment there was available. But then I could find only one sock in my bag. Where could that other sock have gone?
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This is a day off. Y?d this morning, the grand tour–lifting, elliptical trainer, swimming, sauna. Dorothea came in while I was on the elliptical, and actually she took that machine when my time was up. And she took the music player as well.
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