As of today I got a part-time job as a docent at a historic site here in Boston. I go in for training the weekend after next. Thank God for small blessings. Between that and some of the freelance IT stuff I am getting at least I am making a little money. Not much, but some.
As Geoff mentioned, on Saturday we took his sister, Liz, and her 3 kids to the Museum of Science, among other places, for their day visit to Boston. After our lunch time visit to Harvard Sq. for some excellent burgers, we stopped back off at home before heading to the museum. Whenever we enter the house, especially with guests, we’re always greeted at the door by our enthusiastic dachshunds and usually at least one cat.
On Saturday we were greeted by a bouncy little Thumbelina, Scratch, and no Rerun. There was a distinct whining coming from the living room, but as everyone filed in and wandered into the kitchen, I was apparently the only one who 1) noticed his absence and 2) heard the pathetic whimpers coming from the living room. (Rerun is an expert at The Pathetic Dog Whimper.)
Yesterday we had the pleasure of a visit from my sister Liz and her kids, my nephews Will and Ben and niece Kate. We took them on a quick tour of Casa Dachshund. For the first time they had the chance to meet our cats, and it was interesting to see how everyone reacted. Scratch was his usual self, very friendly and outgoing, and so he greeted everyone. Bucky was in his favorite spot, in my old office chair near the front bay window. He did not even get up as far as I know. But surprisingly Smoky actually came out to greet everyone too.
As expected with a day that comes along only once every 4 years, my inbox has been inundated with various emails with sales, special offers and the like. Below is a selection of my favorite emails, images, and words from today.
Another fantastic concert to announce. I may be a little biased on this one as I’m running the front of house for this and am friends with the bulk of the performers, but they’re fantastic and inventive. Please come if you can.
Thanks!
~Kelly
“Cupid’s arrow” 17th Century songs from Spain and the New World.
Episcopal Church of Our Saviour Brookline, MA.
Saturday March 31st, 8:00 p.m.
Tickets at the door (cash or check only):
$15 general, $10 students and seniors.
El Fuego Early music Ensemble presents a daring program: Is it sacred or secular love? Spanish conquistadores and South American natives might have listened to villancicos with naughty lyrics and dance rhythms–at church(!)
Reception to follow.
17th Century songs from Spain and the New World- 8:00pm Saturday March 31st
Performers:
Elizabeth Hardy, dulcian; Teri Kowiak, voice; Dan Meyers, recorders and percussion; Camila Parias, soprano; James Williamson, viol and baroque cello. Special guest performer: Tom Zajac, recorder and percussion. Salome Sandoval, voice, baroque guitar and artistic direction
Help me, internets, you’re my only hope. (Sorry, it was a gimme, we’ve had Episodes IV and V on since I got home from work.) Anyway, I’m reasonably good with photo editing software. I’m self taught, I can do interesting and useful things like remove items, clean up red eye, change brightness and contrast, etc. I have, however, run into a problem that I can’t solve.
Most of you know that Geoff and I met on the internet. Most of you probably don’t know that Geoff had some very particular questions for me before we first met in person.
This December, the first of the two new Peter Jackson films based on J.R.R. Tolkien’s book The Hobbit will be released. It will be called The Hobbit, An Unexpected Journey and needless to say I can hardly wait to see it. I have been a fan of Tolkien since I was in middle school, WAY back when. I remember (and used to own) the animated versions that were put out when I was a kid. So yeah, I am totally a geek about Tolkien. And of course Kelly likes him too, else we would not have included a little Tolkien in our actual wedding ceremony. No, we did not have anyone dressed up in costume or anything*, but we did use the Song of the Entwives instead of a traditional psalm.