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metallumai's folk music program (here, the fourth option worked for me with Windows Media Player. Thank you copperbadge for the link, btw). Honestly, you should go, too. I am especially enjoying the Irish folk music, which I absolutely love -- without knowing very much about it to be honest, but I used to go listen to Cream of the Barley live in Liverpool, every Wednesday and Sunday, at an Irish pub called Flanaghan's Apple. This is how I got to be familiar with a faily large number of traditional Irish folk songs (lark in the morning, whiskey in the jar, black velvet band, that sort of things). I loved their music, but I also loved the crowd -- all generations together, entire tables singing along, improvised jigs, and the general Irish warmth and friendliness. (I spent 6 months in Liverpool, as a student. My English was only so-so, and whenever a local would realize that I was a foreigner and didn't speak the language that well and had only recently arrived, they would automatically take pity on me and assume that I didn't know what to order, or how or where to order it, and they would buy me a drink. I seldom bought my own drinks, and was never allowed to pay them back, or buy them a drink. The Irish hospitality was quite formidable in that respect.)
Husband -- the overall handyman -- is currently busy taking off the chipped paint on the wood outside the house. We intend to touch it up a little before winter starts, mostly to protect the wood. After buying a new A/C system and a new furnace, we can't really afford to pay for professional painting this year, so we're doing what we can, and hopefully we'll be able to have the woodwork professionally painted next year.
In the meanwhile, Husband bought himself a new sanding machine yesterday and promptly sanded off the tip of his index finger.
Ow.
So we took care of it, without any professional intervention ("Maybe you should get a few stitches..." "NOBODY IS STITCHING UP MY FINGER" "Well, you have a sewing machine..." "THIS IS NOT FUNNY" "ok, ok, do you want a Princess band aid?" "RAWRRRRR!"), but it still hurts a lot.
Husband: ow ow ow ow
rainette: what?
Husband: I just bumped my finger
rainette: ow, that must hurt
Husband: AGAINST A PILLOW, and even that hurts like Hell *weeps*
Husband *slumps sadly on sofa, holding index finger up in the air*
rainette: It could be worse, you know. What if it where the middle finger and you were constantly flipping the bird to the entire population...
Husband: THIS IS NOT FUNNY.
rainette: ok
Now, I am not heartless. really. I made him Good Food to restore his good spirits: Potatoes au gratin and his favourite apple tart. Tadpole was pleased, cos she likes potatoes au gratin and apple tart, too.
Tadpole *watches in alarm as Husband takes seconds*: Dad, don't eat everything. MUM, DAD IS EATING EVERYTHING!
rainette: finish your plate first, Tadpole. THEN you can complain.
For dessert, Tadpole had a kiddie-sized apple tart, just the way she likes it: without the apples *headdesk*
So today Husband is back on his ladder, scraping paint but ostensibly Not Sanding, Tadpole is busy Doing Her Own Stuff but she still occasionally asks for her sister. Froglet is still at Best Friend's, where she spent the night (despite having a hard time falling asleep, apparently), and there is a fair chance that she'll spend the day there.
I guess I should go scrape some paint, too *sighs* Have a good Sunday!
metallumai's folk music program (here, the fourth option worked for me with Windows Media Player. Thank you copperbadge for the link, btw). Honestly, you should go, too. I am especially enjoying the Irish folk music, which I absolutely love -- without knowing very much about it to be honest, but I used to go listen to Cream of the Barley live in Liverpool, every Wednesday and Sunday, at an Irish pub called Flanaghan's Apple. This is how I got to be familiar with a faily large number of traditional Irish folk songs (lark in the morning, whiskey in the jar, black velvet band, that sort of things). I loved their music, but I also loved the crowd -- all generations together, entire tables singing along, improvised jigs, and the general Irish warmth and friendliness. (I spent 6 months in Liverpool, as a student. My English was only so-so, and whenever a local would realize that I was a foreigner and didn't speak the language that well and had only recently arrived, they would automatically take pity on me and assume that I didn't know what to order, or how or where to order it, and they would buy me a drink. I seldom bought my own drinks, and was never allowed to pay them back, or buy them a drink. The Irish hospitality was quite formidable in that respect.) Husband -- the overall handyman -- is currently busy taking off the chipped paint on the wood outside the house. We intend to touch it up a little before winter starts, mostly to protect the wood. After buying a new A/C system and a new furnace, we can't really afford to pay for professional painting this year, so we're doing what we can, and hopefully we'll be able to have the woodwork professionally painted next year.
In the meanwhile, Husband bought himself a new sanding machine yesterday and promptly sanded off the tip of his index finger.
Ow.
So we took care of it, without any professional intervention ("Maybe you should get a few stitches..." "NOBODY IS STITCHING UP MY FINGER" "Well, you have a sewing machine..." "THIS IS NOT FUNNY" "ok, ok, do you want a Princess band aid?" "RAWRRRRR!"), but it still hurts a lot.
Husband: ow ow ow ow
rainette: what?
Husband: I just bumped my finger
rainette: ow, that must hurt
Husband: AGAINST A PILLOW, and even that hurts like Hell *weeps*
Husband *slumps sadly on sofa, holding index finger up in the air*
rainette: It could be worse, you know. What if it where the middle finger and you were constantly flipping the bird to the entire population...
Husband: THIS IS NOT FUNNY.
rainette: ok
Now, I am not heartless. really. I made him Good Food to restore his good spirits: Potatoes au gratin and his favourite apple tart. Tadpole was pleased, cos she likes potatoes au gratin and apple tart, too.
Tadpole *watches in alarm as Husband takes seconds*: Dad, don't eat everything. MUM, DAD IS EATING EVERYTHING!
rainette: finish your plate first, Tadpole. THEN you can complain.
For dessert, Tadpole had a kiddie-sized apple tart, just the way she likes it: without the apples *headdesk*
So today Husband is back on his ladder, scraping paint but ostensibly Not Sanding, Tadpole is busy Doing Her Own Stuff but she still occasionally asks for her sister. Froglet is still at Best Friend's, where she spent the night (despite having a hard time falling asleep, apparently), and there is a fair chance that she'll spend the day there.
I guess I should go scrape some paint, too *sighs* Have a good Sunday!
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Date: 2005-08-28 09:10 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-08-28 09:15 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-08-28 09:17 am (UTC)Try tuning a radio to 88.7 FM, Saturday nights at 6. If that doesn't work, go here
http://www.wbfo.org
Either will bring you a lovely 2-hour broadcast of The Thistle & Shamrock, (http:www.thistle.npr.org) a celtic folk music program which we've adored for ages. Mixed in with it, anywhere from a few minutes to one of the whole 2 hours, is a local segment called Celtic Kaleidoscope, where the WBFO guy announces upcoming concerts, interviews and people and plays a bit more of a locally anchored set. This is where my Four Shillings Short fix came from:)
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Date: 2005-08-28 09:20 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-08-28 09:24 am (UTC)And poor Husband *sends on well wishes*
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Date: 2005-08-28 12:24 pm (UTC)I love Liverpool. I really, really do. Being a rather sappy person by nature, I still tear up when I listen to "Ferry Cross the Mersey" (yes, I actually own a Frankioe Goes to Hollywood Best Of CD :D ): I used to share a house with fellow students in Birkenhead. Taking the subway to Liverpool was faster -- but I enjoyed the ferry a lot more.
Have you ever been to Flannaghan's Apple?
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Date: 2005-08-28 09:45 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-08-28 12:26 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-08-28 01:23 pm (UTC)And in response to the second comment below: Yes, Vancouver is a wonderful, wonderful place to live and I feel incredibly blessed. But you are right, it does rain alot. I don't mind because I'm incredibly light-sensitive and those lovely cold crisp bright winter days you were talking about would give me blinding headaches... so I'm quite happy when the day-star hides behind grey clouds.
This is not to say I don't appreciate the sun... I'm much more tolerant of it when it's not boiling hot as well. A nice, brisk, bright fall or spring day with puffy white clouds is heaven... provided I can find my sunglasses. But the misty west-coast mornings are the best... when the sky is overcast and you're walking in the woods and it smells moist and cool and there are wisps of mist coiling through the trees and you can hear birds calling off in the distance, or the scream of a hawk... mmmm.
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Date: 2005-08-29 09:38 am (UTC)Well, actually, what I enjoy most here is having real seasons. In Montpellier (in the South of France), you have one long hot summer and then several months of coolish, rainy days that drove me nuts. Over here I get a proper summer, fall and winter (with SNOW!). Spring is not quite up to standards, but the rest is ok. ;)
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Date: 2005-08-28 12:30 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-08-28 02:29 pm (UTC)And apple-less apple tart! When I was younger (um and still now sometimes) I would have been overjoyed if I could get half the food in the world made without it's insides. Mushroom logs with no mushrooms, blueberry kuchen with no blueberries, quiche without whatever you put inside it...
Good luck with your paint!
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Date: 2005-08-29 09:30 am (UTC)Apparently, they painted last year before putting the house on the market, but they "forgot" to prime the wood first, hence the chipped paint *sighs*
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Date: 2005-08-28 03:01 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-08-29 09:31 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-08-28 03:24 pm (UTC)In Junior High School, I jammed my middle finger playing basketball, and had to have it splinted for two weeks. We were playing softball in gym around that time, and I offered to keep playing, but every time I was at bat... well, the teacher excused me from class, and I had to write a paper instead. *grins*
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Date: 2005-08-29 09:32 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-08-28 05:13 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-08-29 09:33 am (UTC)