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I am listening to [livejournal.com profile] metallumai's folk music program (here, the fourth option worked for me with Windows Media Player. Thank you [livejournal.com profile] 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!

Date: 2005-08-28 05:13 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] levi.livejournal.com
How do you do apple tart with no apples?

Date: 2005-08-29 09:33 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] la-rainette.livejournal.com
you don't. :D I'm not sure she'd actually like it if I made it without the apples. What I do is, I bake an ordinary apple tart. And then I EAT all the apples before I give the tart to her ;)
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