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Weird combination of a day. Church, home, rescued three baby kittens, bathed them, sang Carmina downtown, took Laura home and tried to feed baby kittens, took Laura to Scribal which was nicely Zen, and back to baby kittens who are not old enough to eliminate by themselves. I hope we catch their mom soon. I hope they'll be okay if I sleep through the night.

On the other bright side, it's Jenny's birthday! And I will hopefully make it up to Dallas to give her a present next weekend, if I can take a car. And I will see Seth, and even go to Scarborough Faire!

Concert week for two ensembles at once. Monday and Tuesday night rehearsals for Chamber (skipping Tuesday night rehearsal for HSC), Wednesday night orchestra rehearsal for HSC (skipping church), tonight HSC concert, tomorrow night Chamber dress rehearsal (skipping HSC concert), Saturday Chamber concert (skipping HSC concert), Sunday church and HSC concert (skipping Paul rehearsal), Monday night rehearsal for Chamber recording session, Tuesday and Wednesday night recording sessions (skipping church)... When will I have time to play with Reggie? Especially since I'm doing the Open-Source-Education-Textbook grind all day at Dan's behest on weekdays!

Note to Bob: if you're going to require memorization and staging on theater pieces with a choir made almost entirely of choir conductors with teaching degrees rather than stage-performance concentrations or preferences, START EARLIER. It stresses everyone out unnecessarily, and the negativity is almost overwhelming even to those of us who do like it. Also you need a better stage director who knows what he wants and is willing to command it, doesn't talk the whole time, and doesn't expect non-theater people to WANT to make their own choices and invent their own motivations for all their actions. That's why they call it directing.

On the bright side, the weather is gorgeous and Sam wrote Avengers fixit fic. Also, all the concerts I'm doing are of AWESOME things like Chichester and Carmina. And other Bernstein things.

Yeah, not a great day at work. (What a mundane thing to be contemplating).

So I planted some trees and mowed half the lawn (the other half killed the mower) and Dan and I went to see Avengers again!

I'd really like some Avengers, please. I don't need them all, three will do. I'll take a Stark (as long as it comes equipped with a JARVIS), a Banner, and a Barton, please. Dan can have the Rogers and Thor. We'll timeshare the Romanov.

Bring me the Stark Spangled Banner trislash!

Man, The Avengers. Joss Whedon is not a god, nor is he otherwise perfect, but he can write him some BANTER. That is what I look for in a comic book movie.

Well, that was eventful! A whole day of Parker! And we ate banh mi at Valhalla before walking home, so I'm a little more legtired than usual.

Parker is doing a lot better. He's quit several things and gotten back into music more, and we spent most of the day hanging and listening to things I needed him to hear, after I left work at noon (I stayed till 10 last night, it's all good). I took him to the Village to get some nice clothes for tonight, but he ended up borrowing my black tux shirt instead, because everything in the Village is ludicrously expensive and both of us hate clothes shopping.

Tomorrow, I shall get picked up from conveniently close by, and go to Loch Soillier and Stargate Co-Baronial! It will be excellent, and I will try not to feel too guilty for missing a Paul rehearsal. Maybe I can take Parker to the one on Sunday. We talked about a cappella a lot. He misses it.

Hmm. That was the most productive day of doing nothing I've had in a long time. Reading in the sun, not eating food (till Dan was getting rid of green beans anyway), wearing my chain shirt that came in the mail (I seem to be extra tired), finishing off the 1995 P&P with mama, which instigated a Firthathon with Dan (so far just Then She Found Me and Another Country, the first of which I forgot I'd seen at River Oaks with the Swift boys of all people, the second which reminded me thoroughly of all of them), to be continued when we both have more time. On the docket: A Single Man, Tumbledown, that one about Genoa, some other ones.

Mama went to the hardware store to get stuff to fix the bathroom but came back with a magnolia tree! And a gardenia bush. I guess I'd better get the shovel soon.

I'm almost to the point where I have rehearsals every night. Sunday there was the gala, which went well (though I may finally have offended Marianna, btw, with a comment on her incorrect pitch), Monday night was Bernstein time (YAY), tonight was Carmina (YAY) (and also I talked to Salad for the first time in what seems like years), tomorrow night is Episcopalian time. If I had a Temple gig, I'd be there on Friday, but I'm singing a wedding instead. And then I think Paul's having extra rehearsals on Saturdays now.

Meanwhile, I fix lots of book chapters in the daytime. Inside, where it's dark. The gyros in the RMC are good, though.

I've invented a game. I give you a word, and you guess whether it's a Captcha, a word I made up, or the name of a real town in England. No googling (or use of other search engines, digital or manual). There's a twist, but I won't tell you till after. Here's your first one:
Blimbleblomthorpe

Sundays are the DAYS OF STUFF. Weeks are so backwards for me. Day of rest for you? Day of two standard rehearsals and a service for me. Plus also today they moved fighter practice to the Menil park so I can actually make it to almost the whole practice! Maybe we'll play music! And then this evening is the Chamber Choir gala, which is hilarious because we all can't seem to get rid of each other. Tour, then Friday night Felipe led a wedding rehearsal that included about half of us, and then today it's the fancypants gala. And tomorrow night we rehearse for the Bernstein concert. Which I'm looking tremendously forward to.

But first, Stuff Day. After working 8 hours on Danwork yesterday (Denver's gonna be shocked tomorrow because there's not gonna be anything for him to do that's the same as when we left on Friday).