Mew Shall not Pass!

One would think that 11 pounds of puss-cat cannot block access through a house unassisted.


Short cut short circuited.

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Friday Funny

From the Sunday, September 16 Amarillo Globe-News:

Hospice. Day of the Dead… fun run? Preceded by the zombie jamboree?

Mom, Dad, and I were laughing so hard at the headline that the cat came in to see what was going on. Continue reading

Overheard in the Halls: Part 12

Yes, it is time for another installment of life in the teaching trenches at a rather unusual school…

There I was, walking down to the workroom when I heard…

Serious Senior: Dude, you killed it.

Frantic Freshman: No, no, it can’t… I’ll reboot it and that should work.

Grim girl: No, you killed it. Go to Mr. Pascal before you get into real trouble.

Frantic Fresh: I can fix it, really!

Serious Senior: Dude, Hypernerd tried that last year and almost destroyed the thing. Go see Mr. Pascal.

I learned later that the student had attempted to install a piece of software onto a school laptop that, ahem, disagreed with the computer. Mr. Pascal was able to save it, but the student got a long and detailed ear-full about not doing things like that.

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Choral Conniptions: A re-post.

My apologies for a re-run. Things have been a little strange around Redquarters, and we’re trying to sort out if I am having a new allergy sort of thing or what’s going on. The suspicion is allergies to the smoke from Canada et al, plus nerves, but it’s distracting me from blogging.

It was a dark and stormy first rehearsal of the season. Dr. Director is facing a choir gone feral over Winter Break.

Director: “And we’re doing a Whitaker.”

Choir (in unison): “GroooOOOOaaaannnn.”

Director: “Now that’s not fair! And it’s more accessible than the last Whitaker we did.”

Voice from the depths of the Alto Section: “And that’s what you said about the Charles Ives piece too.”

Director: “But that was over ten years ago.”

Basso Profundo: “Choirs never forget.”

It is more accessible. It is also longer and just as hard. And I can’t be the only one hearing the hat tips to Enya and Morten Lauridsen, either, as well as to Randall Thompson.

Tow Plane and Faure

So, I was early for my glider – flight instructor lesson. The morning felt cool and the winds were light, so I decided to meander around and see what hangars were open to peek into and who was doing what. There was always some one doing something interesting.

As I strolled along between the hangars, I heard very familiar notes. Someone, an excellent bari-tenor someone, was singing part of the Faure Requiem. I moved as silently as possible and eased closer. The manager of the soaring school was under one of the tow planes, looking at some things and wrapping up an oil change. He was singing a capella, and had no idea that anyone might be around. Continue reading

Six yards of Flightline and a Bucket of Propwash

And don’t forget the left-handed monkey wrench.

Ah, the wild goose chases people get sent on in order to get them out from under foot, or as part of being initiated into the ranks of mechanic and line-guy.

Having grown up reading military history and “No [kidding], there I was” stories, I was familiar with the hazards of being sent to the parts department for flight line, or to the hangar at the far end of the row in order to borrow a bucket of prop wash. And of course a can of elbow grease, can’t forget that. Continue reading