Sunday, March 1, 2015

Silver Liningness Sunday

Late to the presses!  Happy March!  We're freezing still!

Yes, this was a very snowy and cold week, but still plenty good.  My paternal in-laws were here visiting today, so I was otherwise occupied away from getting my silver liningness post in sooner.  It was a nice visit, no shouting  matches ensued!

We saw plenty of Chaco and Wolfgang this weekend.  They were here all day to see the grandparents and stuck around for some gaming.  They'd stopped by on Friday.  End of the month = grocery money time.  The fridge is working for Chaco, but he's  not sure what his roommates are eating now.

As mentioned, we had a fun day yesterday doing the winter percussion thing and finding the wildlife refuge.  I'd never heard of winter percussion before Meego joined up with them this year, so it was fun to see what it's about, and he's having fun with it too.  The kids did a nice job.

We watched several teams perform and it was all very entertaining.  I couldn't  help but feel how NOT band booster parents we are.  Kinda like  how I don't put the Honor Student bumper stickers on the cars, while I'm happy to support the music programs and the ensembles, I don't feel a need to wear my status on my sleeve... or on my back a la:


I covertly snapped the pic of a couple in front of us, check it out.  It's safe to say that I will not be in the bleachers wearing my "Band Mom" t-shirt while sitting next to my "Band Dad" man.  Those kids are in high school!  But, to each her own.

Other than that, it seems it was mostly a very wintry week.  Meego didn't have one full day of school all week - either a full on snowday or delayed start.  Even the university was closed on Monday.  I think the district is getting precariously close to eating up all the snow days and having to make up time at the end of the year, but I haven't heard anything yet.

But with the snow, I  managed to get plenty done, which helped make for plenty of "free time" for this rather busy weekend.  I have not ridden any bicycles in over a week, I think I'm starting to have withdrawals!  

So I'm glad to be finished with February.  I'm sure there's still more snow and cold to be had before it's all said and done, but it could always be worse. And I've not been stung by a bee in a long long time!

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Saturday, February 28, 2015

sun, wildlife, and drums

We got out into the world a bit today.  It seems like we've spent so much time being snowed in recently, so an outing was nice.  The sun shone pretty much all day, and the roads were all mostly pavement!

Meego had a winter percussion competition today in Denver, so Magnum and I went along, although the stereotypical "band parents" were are certainly not.  But that's another story.

Anyway, it was just nice to have clear roads and clear skies for a change.  The trip and entertainment were just gravy.  We arrived with plenty of time before Meego's group was scheduled to perform, and Magnum noticed a curious "Two Ponds National Wildlife Refuge" on the map near the competition venue.

"TWO PONDS?!", he smirked at the name.  "NATIONAL wildlife refuge?!" he smirked at the distinction.  Okay, I agreed it wasn't much of a name, and we were in the middle of a residential area that didn't look anything like a wildlife refuge, so it was decided.  We had to check this place out.

It's a real thing.  I googled.

And we were there.  Today.  See?


It wasn't a huge place, but it actually looked quite inviting.  I think it would be a fun place to take little kids.  Today, it was very buried in snow.  We ventured inward a little bit along a trail someone had blazed with snowshoes, but with the risk of being stranded and resorting to cannibalism, we turned around.

One thing has us curious, however.  Maybe the blog brain trust can help?  Here's one of the trailhead kiosks...


Note the universal "do's and dont's" symbols.  On the right, the "dont's":  No horseback riding, no bicycles, no pooches, no humungous cigarettes, and no shark fishing - apparently.  On the left, the "do's":  Wheelchair access, binoculars/observing, hiking, and... and... deer hunting?  Bring your pet elk?  Not our fault if you are gored by antlered wildlife?  What does that symbol  mean??  

Anyone??

Oh, the band competition was fun too.  They did us all proud.  


I was glad to have something take my mind off the weird signage of Two Ponds National Wildlife Refuge...




Thursday, February 26, 2015

WHAT COLOR IS THIS FREAKING DRESS?!?

Okay.  You guys.  Have you seen this?


It's a dress, right?  Just a dress.  Just a BLACK AND BLUE dress?!  So what's the big deal?  How is it that some weird people are saying it's white and gold?  

Apparently, it was posted on tumblr yesterday, and different people were seeing it as either black and blue or white and gold.  Magnum and I came in from taking China for her old lady walk, and Meego asked me what color it was.

"Black and blue.  Why?"

HE sees white and gold.  WAT?

So Magnum comes in to see what we're talking about, and HE says, "it's white and gold".  WAAT?!?

I'm so confused....

What do YOU see??
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Monday, February 23, 2015

going both ways

And so it begins.

I figured, with all the snow closures and such, I'd probably have a pretty good chance of getting in at the eye doctor's.  I figured right.  I got an appointment for this afternoon, and the dr. was actually kind of scrambling around because he was short handed.

But we got it done.  Last time, he tried to talk me into trying out some bifocals.  What?  Bifocals?!  Me??  Deny, deny deny!

This time?  Yeah, okay.  Fine.  I'm tired of flipping up my glasses to read what's in my hand.

He starts going into "... the lens becomes less flexible..."  Blah, Blah, whatever.  Do we hafta talk about it?!  Let's just order the old lady glasses and move on!

So that's done.  They're in the works anyway.  Then I'll see about getting used to this bifocal business.

Funny how this stuff just creeps up.  I can vaguely remember the days when I didn't need ANY glasses.  I was in college when I realized I was having trouble seeing the board.  With that, I ended up with my first pair of glasses.  I did the contact lenses for a while, but eventually got tired of all that cleaning and whatnot.  So high maintenance.  I've been bespectacled ever since.  The prescription getting a little stronger with each visit to the eye doctor.

Anyway, as I was sitting in the exam room waiting for the doctor to take care of some administrative stuff because the administrative person didn't come to work today, I noticed there was a poster on the wall featuring some ghastly eye conditions.

There are some gross things to be had by our eyes and the tissues around our eyes.

I'm glad there are eye doctors. I'm glad there are corrective lenses.  I'm glad I'm just getting bifocals.

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Sunday, February 22, 2015

Silver Liningness Sunday


Like many in the rest of the country, we're in a deep snowy freeze.  I can't complain much, though.  It's nice to not have anywhere I need to go.  I've organized my pantry, bookshelf, and desk.  Now what?

It is silver liningness day, but I must say that this week has been a rather dark one.  First, there's the coming out of flu fog (flog?), but early in the week, a friend's husband died.  Two days after that, another friend's son died.  Totally unrelated incidents in separate parts of the country.  So yes, darkness.



But we push ever onward. With that, I think I'll go shovel...

Okay, intermission over.

So Meego was supposed to have a winter percussion competition yesterday, but it got cancelled because of the snow.  At least the concert band concert went off without a hitch in typical fine fashion on Wednesday night.  Meego on the euphonium.  I sorta know what that is now.

Anyone going to watch the Oscar's tonight? I actually haven't seen many of the contenders.  In fact, it seems like the latest movies Magnum and I have watched have been unmemorable at best.

Anyway, I'm almost feeling like myself again and looking forward to a new week and melting snow. We're almost done with February! That's something, right?  Now, I think I'll go organize my sock drawer.

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Wednesday, February 18, 2015

going viral

I spent the weekend coming down with the flu.  All the reports are true, it is awful.  I've spent the last couple of days crawling out of that hole, and am starting to feel almost human again.

Really, I think I spent about 96.776% of Monday inside a sleeping bag.  It was my only comfort.  I don't even think I actually slept, it was more a combo of weird hallucinations interspersed with annoying segments of full awakedness. I mainly remember my dad and Meego hogging Potato the computer from each other and battling it out...

But it does seem to be exiting as quickly as it entered, which is consolation, so I didn't get too far behind in anything.  The cat's paw seems to also be on the mend, but between the two of us, this has felt like The Great Home of the Infirm.

Meego had a concert tonight, so I was glad to be back healthy for that.  Although I would've enjoyed listening to the other groups, we only stayed for his portion because he had to come back to work on an English project.  Damn that Shakespeare.

 Yesterday, when we went out for said project supplies (you know those kinds where your kid is all, "I need to get this stuff for a school project", and you go, "Okay, when?", and he's all, "today") it turned into a bigger shopping trip because yesterday was also the first I'd heard of tonight's concert.  *sigh*

But luckily, he did happen to mention it while we were out, because I had in the back of my mind that Meego needed new band shoes, so we got those too.  Things turned strange, however, when he asked if we could also get some jeans.

Jeans?

He hasn't worn jeans since about 3rd grade when he declared his body off limits to denim.

But wait, he wasn't finished!  We got home with the Shakespeare, shoes, and chaps (it's the only alliteration I could think of to include the jeans...) where he had yet another request:  a haircut!

I'm starting to wonder if maybe I'm still flu-lucinating inside my sleeping bag.


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Sunday, February 15, 2015

Silver Liningness Sunday

Well, what a difference a week makes.  It's snowing and about 53 shades of grey outside.  Not inviting at all.  Still, can't complain.  I've got a warm house and warm people and pets inside it.  Except for the fish.  They're not warm, they're still monsters...

But it was another good week, and we're getting that much closer to spring.  I've noticed the days getting lighter sooner, and staying lighter longer.  Valentine's Day came and went.  We don't typically play into the Hallmark holiday hype around here, but we do typically get chocolates for the occasion.  As it happened, both Magnum and I forgot the chocolates, but the marriage survived.

On a somewhat related note, two of my celebrity crushes also had good weeks.  Sam Smith (yes, I know he's gay) won 4 Grammys - 4!  Benedict Cumberbatch got hitched on Valentine's Day, breaking many hearts.

A definite highlight this week was a quick visit with brother Guano, who travels a lot for his job.  In fact, he more than makes up for my lack of travel.  Once in a while, his travels allow for side trips near my neck of the woods, so we get chances for short but sweet visits.  Naturally, I've known him my whole life, but it's always nice to get together and catch up on what's what, and talk about what is no more - Mom, some old friends, the way we used to be able to eat when we were teenagers and not weigh 300 pounds...

Related to that, I'm thankful for the flexibility in my schedule, so I can say "you betcha!" when I get a text from Guano saying, "I'm headed down the interstate, wanna go for a burrito in about 30 mins?"  Have I mentioned that my classes for the masters program are online?  Yes, it means I have to have a bit more self-discipline and sometimes I miss the classroom atmosphere, but I love the flexibility.

My Systems instructor (I'm inventing a sewing machine for him) is an avid cyclist.  There's a mug shot of him on the university website, and I think I've spotted him several times on the pathway, but it's hard to tell with all the Secret Squirrel get up and such.  One of these days, I'm gonna shout, "Larry!" cuz that's his name.  And if it's not him, boy will I feel stupid.






I'll keep you posted.

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