Sunday night I received an email from a friend. I read it and planned to answer it Monday.
That was a good plan but when I started to answer it, I couldn’t find it. It no longer was in my Inbox. It wasn’t in the Trash folder. It wasn’t in any file I could think of.
Then today it turned up in the SPAM folder. It’s a mystery to me how it got there. But rest assured I answered it right away before the email gremlins could have more fun with it.
Do these kinds of things happen to you?”
Today, I’m happy to report, is going better. I feel better for one thing. I’ve managed to get a bit of cleaning done which makes me feel good. I also got some errands accomplished.
One of the errands was a trip to a jeweler I discovered about 10 days ago. I had two watches which needed batteries and one watch which needed a new band. So this morning I went to the jeweler. I was able to get both batteries and was able to replace the band on the other watch. What I wasn’t quite prepared for was how much this cost. The jeweler did not give me an itemized bill so I don’t know what the individual charges were. But it all added up to enough that I almost wished I had just bought a new watch at Wal-Mart. They have some very inexpensive watches and that’s probably what I’ll do when these batteries die.
I also have a clock which needed repair. It was a clock given to me as a service award for ten years of tutoring. When I tried to change the time on it several months ago, the little screw thing you use to do that went flying off and remains lost forever. I thought a jeweler would be able to replace it but she said no, she couldn’t. So I’m disappointed about that.
Next stop on my errands was at Wal-Mart. This is a new-to-me store. I live between it and the one where I usually shop. Since I was in its neighborhood, I decided to check it out. I think it’s a smaller store than my usual one but I was pleased with the things I found there. One thing that Wal-Mart has which mine doesn’t have is fabric. I didn’t take time to explore what was on offer but it’s nice to know that there’s some place where I can buy some if I get back to sewing.
So I came home feeling quite proud of myself.
Today has not been a good one. I suppose that’s to be expected after a bad night. For some reason, I woke every hour — almost on the hours — and needed to use the bathroom. That means I didn’t get much sleep. I was meant to tutor today but got hit with a bout of intestinal distress and had to cancel. Back to bed and a two plus hour nap helped some but still I’ve accomplished nothing. I hate these kinds of days but I suppose we need to have one every once in a while or we couldn’t appreciate the good days.
Here are some odds and ends from my weekend.
Friday night was the first travelogue at Wash U. The program was titled “My Personal Italy” and it truly was just that. The lecturer has been traveling to Italy for over 30 years and the pictures were of places he especially enjoyed. Oddly enough (to me) they included none of the popular tourist spots. I’d be hard pressed to find those places on a map and it’s a wonder that he ever found them once, let alone enough times to make them favorites. I really wished he had included more pictures of people and that he had taped conversations with them. It’s much more interesting, to me, when we get to meet the people that the lecturer met as he traveled. Without that, it looked like a lonely trip.
Friday morning I had a knitting project class at Joann’s. The student was an older lady who was working on a sweater for a granddaughter and needed help picking up the bands. We’re going to meet again this Friday and work on the buttonholes. I explained how to do them but I’m not confident that she will remember how to do them.
The educational director was there and discussed the non-appearing student I’ve had. She said she would pay me for my time (turned out it was for one trip to the store) and will refuse to refund the student’s tuition. I was grateful that she was so thoughtful. I would have just been out my gas and time.
After I left Joann’s, I went to IHOP. I had seen ads for their waffles and had a yen to try the cheese and bacon one. Well, I felt like a judge on Chopped. Sometimes they eat a dish a chef has prepared and have to ask where the mystery ingredient was used. I couldn’t find the cheese in my waffle. I asked and the waitress took it away. I was in hopes I’d get a new one but she brought it back and pointed to one tiny spot of yellow and said, “There it is.” Not only could I not really see it, I never did taste any cheese in that waffle. So, no more cheese and bacon waffles for me unless I make them at home. Now that’s a thought.
My reading student this year is Christian. He’s a cute boy. His hair is spiked and when I asked him how it got that way, he described the process and added that they put glue in it to hold it. Sadly, he’s another child from a divided family. He lives with Dad and sees Mom on the weekends. He seemed willing to apply himself to our work which is good. The only big concern is that he was worried about missing recess. Sadly, there’s nothing I can do about that.
Here’s hoping for a good school year for Christian and for me.
I had a ticket to the Symphony last Saturday night. The program was an all Brahms program. The first half was very enjoyable. The baritone soloist had a good voice and enunciated everything very well. The orchestra had a small screen suspended above them which showed the German words and the English translation.
At the end of the intermission, just as the conductor was ready to give the downbeat, a younger black man several rows ahead of me stood up and began singing “Which Side Are You On?” Within a line or two, a female voice joined in. As they continued to sing, more people stood and sang with them. While this was going on, some people in the balcony unfurled three big banners and hung them over the edge of the balcony.
After about five minutes, the singers marched out, chanting something about justice for black men. I realized I was at a protest. As they left, they handed out paper hearts with “Requiem for Michael Brown” on them. (The last half of the program was Brahms German Requiem.) Michael Brown was a young black man shot by a white policeman in Ferguson back in August. That’s what started all the protests and unrest which is still continuing.
I will say whoever organized this protest did a good job. The singers all had good voices and sang in harmony. I wondered if they were a choir from one of the Ferguson churches. Other than interrupting the concert for about five minutes, they did not cause any disturbance. However, I’m not sure why they decided protesting at a Symphony concert was a good thing to do.
The guest conductor waited a few minutes for the orchestra and chorus to get themselves together. Then he began the Brahms Requiem. The soprano and baritone soloists did a good job. It was a good concert even with the interruption by the protestors.
When I drove to the concert hall that night, I had no idea I would be attending a protest as well as a concert.
I had an email from the education coordinator at Joanns about the missing student the other night. It seems she turned up at 6:45 p.m. for her 6:00 p.m. When she looked for me, the store manager told her I had already been there. So now she’s enrolled into another session of the class. Let’s see if she turns up on time for it.
I was expected to attend an Open House at the store today. However, while putting some laundry in the dryer this morning, I pulled something in my back and cannot bear the thought of trying to sit on a small stool and knit for two hours while talking to prospective students. I called the store and told the coordinator I couldn’t make it. She was very understanding.
I hope the pain goes away soon because I have a ticket to the symphony for tonight. The program promises to be good and I’d hate to miss it.