The AH Coffee Shop and Reading Room 09

Concert day. Thank goodness the (way too little) rain that came through this morning did it's business this morning, leaving the remainder of the day sunny and clear for loading and unloading the truck. Nothing like dealing with big, heavy percussion pieces like chimes in the wet. Very thankful we're not dealing with a piano, particularly the 8-foot Steinway we had at the college. I hope to be able to fit in a haircut before fetching the truck from the rental store. New location this time, so I don't know what to expect after two years of hassle-free check-ins and -outs with the previous place.

Huh. Okay. Tornado siren just sounded. Must be 10 a.m. on the first Tuesday of the month.

@Duleigh , sorry about your flagellation at the hands of the LW crowd. But it's expected. One of these days we're going to figure out that the proper place for "loving wives" stories is actually BDSM, considering all the abuse we get.

Is "break a leg" the appropriate phrase for "have a good concert" in the same way it is for theater performances?
 
Is "break a leg" the appropriate phrase for "have a good concert" in the same way it is for theater performances?

No. Not when you're loading/unloading percussion out of the back of a truck. One misstep... 😨

(Honestly? The second-heaviest bit after the chimes is my tuba in its case. Hefty!)

"Good concert" works. First of the season. We're well-rehearsed, so expectations are high. Trying new approaches to promotion this time around, so hoping for a decent crowd.
 
No. Not when you're loading/unloading percussion out of the back of a truck. One misstep... 😨

(Honestly? The second-heaviest bit after the chimes is my tuba in its case. Hefty!)

"Good concert" works. First of the season. We're well-rehearsed, so expectations are high. Trying new approaches to promotion this time around, so hoping for a decent crowd.

Well, then have a good concert and an amazing crowd!
 
Vocabulary question.

What's the correct verb to use to describe what a plot bunny is doing when it's firmly got a hold of you and has wrestled you into submission?
 
Someone found a way to keep from losing his marbles!

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This is an oil-on-canvas painting by Daryl Gortner. The original is five feet high! Titled "Saving my Marbles."
In my kid days, I had a jar full of marbles like these. We spent hours drawing circles in the dirt and 'shooting' marbles. Sometimes I had a few more than I started with. It was, as I recall, long ago, minutes staring at the dime store window with bags of marbles on display. A quarter got a whole bagful.

Today, kids play with video toys. Not one could probably hold a marble to shoot one, let alone know what one was for to begin with, and getting down on their knees in the dirt? Hell no. ;)
 
Today, kids play with video toys. Not one could probably hold a marble to shoot one, let alone know what one was for to begin with, and getting down on their knees in the dirt? Hell no. ;)
When I was a kid, we used to shoot them with catapults. There was a shelter with glass partitions in a nearby park; we could make clean round holes, like bullet holes, with them.
 
In my kid days, I had a jar full of marbles like these. We spent hours drawing circles in the dirt and 'shooting' marbles. Sometimes I had a few more than I started with. It was, as I recall, long ago, minutes staring at the dime store window with bags of marbles on display. A quarter got a whole bagful.

Today, kids play with video toys. Not one could probably hold a marble to shoot one, let alone know what one was for to begin with, and getting down on their knees in the dirt? Hell no. ;)
I'm old enough to have gotten down in the dirt and played marbles. Those were all glass marbles. I have a few of my paternal grandfather's marbles. A few of those were glass, but the good ones are real agate and tiger eye.
 
When I was a kid, we used to shoot them with catapults. There was a shelter with glass partitions in a nearby park; we could make clean round holes, like bullet holes, with them.
Crazy. Triggered a memory of something as dangerous for me. We used to cut off the heads of CO2 cartridges and cut off match heads, then pack them into those cartridges. And slip them into aluminum tubs. Rocketed off to god knows where when you lit them. A hell of a launch and impact when you aimed them at pumpkins or the sides of a barn. Stupid stuff now that I realize how dangerous that was. Like shooting each other with BB guns in the haylofts.
 
We used to try and knock each other's toys over with marbles. Not with rolling them, with throwing them. That and bouncy balls, but the balls tended to get lost.
 
We spent hours drawing circles in the dirt and 'shooting' marbles.
That was a lost art when I was a kid in the 60s. My dad taught a few of us to shoot marbles, and we would play, but we didn't have any open lots with dirt we could scratch a circle in. Everything was paved or grassed over. Drawing a circle on a concrete driveway didn't help much, marbles would roll into the neighbor's lawn. I think all my marbles became Sling Shot ammo.
 
It's a beautiful sunny but cool morning and Fall is finally here. It rained most of the day yesterday so I'll be out tending the garden today (I hope).

I've got a fresh pot of coffee brewing and the teapot is hot. There are donuts and cornbread on the counter. Milk, butter, and cream cheese are in the 'fridge for those who want it for their cornbread.

I'll be over in the corner working on my story. I got one more scene completed so hope to finish another one today. My Muse has been quiet lately so I must be doing okay ...
 
A crisp autumn morning here in the land of the swaying pine. 76 headed for a high of 80. The killer is that when you get used to the heat and humidity here, it's over.

Playing with my 3d printer. I'm going to make golden knobs for my hand-held ham radio. That should be interesting.
 
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