quotidian stuff
May. 1st, 2026 07:36 amLast weekend we were planning to go to a concert in Manhattan on Saturday, and then return to Manhattan on Sunday for an all-day Gamba Society Play-In:
shalmestere plays the viola da gamba, while I've acted as "roadie" and taken the "free novice class" at the Play-In about five times, then not played at all between one year's Play-In and the next. But
shalmestere Came Down With Something on Friday, so we didn't leave the house over the weekend except to walk dogs, get some gardening supplies, and put things in the garden.
Yesterday afternoon one of the a capella groups at my workplace performed at an "open mic night". The group lost a lot of membership, regular attendance, and momentum with two years of work-from-home and subsequent partial-work-from-home, and has shifted from its pre-Covid practice scheduling a half-hour concert of its own twice a year to preparing only one piece at a time for the monthly open-mic. But I rejoined the group last month, and a couple of other people have joined and attended regularly, so we had seven people for a decent performance of "Build me up Butttercup" (video link to follow).
As I was crossing Ninth Avenue on the way to the open mic night, I tripped over the barrier separating bike lanes from car lanes, and fell forward in the middle of the street. Palms and left knee slightly scraped but not bleeding, glasses scratched, right hip bruised. After getting home, I put an ice-pack on the right hip and took an Ibuprofen. Could have been worse. Hip is still a little sore this morning.
This coming weekend we're scheduled to attend a living history show in Fort Loudon, Pennsylvania, so I spent three evenings this week making meat pasties ("Pyes of Paris") and the Menagier's spinach tarts for the troupe to eat during the day.
Today I'm supposed to put in a day's work, while also helping
shalmestere deliver the dogs to the boarding kennel, pack the car, drive 4-1/2 hours to central Pennsylvania, and set up a pavilion, possibly in the rain. I think much of the "day's work" stuff will be this evening in a hotel room. And I'm secondary-on-call, so I need to have my phone and laptop with me, although the odds of being paged are quite slim.
Yesterday afternoon one of the a capella groups at my workplace performed at an "open mic night". The group lost a lot of membership, regular attendance, and momentum with two years of work-from-home and subsequent partial-work-from-home, and has shifted from its pre-Covid practice scheduling a half-hour concert of its own twice a year to preparing only one piece at a time for the monthly open-mic. But I rejoined the group last month, and a couple of other people have joined and attended regularly, so we had seven people for a decent performance of "Build me up Butttercup" (video link to follow).
As I was crossing Ninth Avenue on the way to the open mic night, I tripped over the barrier separating bike lanes from car lanes, and fell forward in the middle of the street. Palms and left knee slightly scraped but not bleeding, glasses scratched, right hip bruised. After getting home, I put an ice-pack on the right hip and took an Ibuprofen. Could have been worse. Hip is still a little sore this morning.
This coming weekend we're scheduled to attend a living history show in Fort Loudon, Pennsylvania, so I spent three evenings this week making meat pasties ("Pyes of Paris") and the Menagier's spinach tarts for the troupe to eat during the day.
Today I'm supposed to put in a day's work, while also helping