the pattyo

Let’s see … Chevron says to vote no on the gas tax, and R. J. Reynolds says no to the cigarette tax.

Two companies I respect so darn much.

Or not.

I’m weary of phone calls and mail from politicians. I wish we could sign up for a “Do not annoy me” list that would make these folks stop calling and mailing. Think of the horrible expense these folks put into annoying us. It all seems so wrong.

Of course getting a call from Bill (Clinton), Barbara (Boxer), and all those other lovely people is great fun. But every time I try to say something to them they continue to speak and don’t allow me to get a word in. I just don’t understand.

Symphony!
Symphony at 8:00. Opening night. I play the first half. My first notes (aside from the Star Spangled Banner which we play for the opening) are solo notes on English horn. I’m a wee bit anxious, but it’s not too bad at this point. It just sort of lingers in the back of my mind. And a bit in the stomach.

Weather
I’m watching the news right now, and they said the word RAIN! I can’t wait. They are acting like it’s awful and they are wishing for warm weather. Say What?! I want fall. I want rain. It’s only right. It’s nearly November, after all. (Dan is on a mini-vacation to see and photograph the aspens. I hope he gets some good weather … and that doesn’t necessarily mean totally blue skies!)

Over and Out
It’s over, and has been for a time; the Giants are out. But now? Now the Dodgers are in. This is bad news, folks.

Next year … next year … next year ….
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So I thought that I’d just download a TV show or two off of iTunes, just to see how it works, and to try out the iPod with these things. (They’re cheap, or I wouldn’t bother.)

Now I’m looking at iTunes and it says that one will take 8 hours to download, and the other says 5. Yikes! My computer likes to go to sleep if I’m not using it. And I wasn’t planning on using it now. I wonder what will happen.

And if a TV show takes that long to download, what does that say about movies?

Double Yikes.
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It’s a headache day. But such is life. Sometimes headaches just insist on existing and having their way. Go figure.

A music teacher has a site where she lists her attributes. Then she writes about her weakness. And that is … drum roll … she’s too nice!

Okay, okay, she was saying she needs to come down harder on her students, so I get it. But it made me laugh anyway.

Of course I’m not about to lists MY weaknesses. No sirree. Not in writing. Not at a website. Ain’t gonna happen.

Oh wait. I think I do that in most of my writing, don’t I? Maybe not plainly stated, but you can “read all about it” right here and at the oboe site. Yes, indeed. My weaknesses are there. Go figure.

And now off to see if I can clean this house up a bit. Time will tell ….

(I dreamt that we were selling our house. I was glad. I wanted to escape this house with the multiple buildings, tons of bedrooms, and the grass growing in some rooms and a huge theater that seated well over one hundred. Yeah. THAT house. In reality I know that I am concerned about this (very real) house and how it seems to be falling apart a bit. But what can ya do? Houses get old. Unlike yours truly.)
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“Nothing could be sweeter than to take on the hated Dodgers.”

At least I think that’s what I just heard on the Giants ad.

And it’s simply not true.

It would be sweeter if they won the Division.
It would be sweeter if they were in the playoffs.
It would be sweeter if they were above .500.
It would be sweeter if they won the World Series.
It would also be sweeter if I had a bit ‘o chocolate around this place!

But of course if the Giants can beat the Dodgers that would be … well … sweet.
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Back to “Normal”
Yes, I’m back to the universities, and most of my private students are back to their regular schedules. And yes, I’m very glad! Just so you know. :-)

Pondering
I wonder what our car salesman would have thought if he knew I ran from the shower to the phone in the “all together” (which isn’t terribly together). Heaven forbid I let the answering machine get it. (Hmm. Why do we have the answering machine?)

Weeping
“My” poor Giants are nearing the end of their season if they don’t get it together very quickly. I’m suspecting the worst, but hoping for the best. And no, I don’t pray for them to win. I figure a ball team’s win simply isn’t worth it, you know? (But I’ll bet some of them pray for wins!)

Memory
I actually logged on to this blog because I had something of utmost importance to write about.

I’ve forgotten what that was.

Update
I remembered! And this is the funny part: I was going to blog about how I was feeling awfully weak, hungry and light-headed when I suddenly remembered that I had forgotten to eat breakfast.

Funny how I forgot I was going to write about what I forgot. Don’t you think?
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When I drove Jameson to school today we stopped off at Starbucks and he picked up a mocha. I, knowing I’d be driving to UCSC, figured I’d get my coffee in Santa Cruz. If I even got it then. (I’m finding that coffee isn’t quite as enjoyable these days.)

Mistake!

I was so sleepy I could barely keep my eyes open driving over the hill. I haven’t felt this way in a long time. I guess it’s just getting back to early rising and the whole routine of teaching and playing. I love the schedule, really; I like schedules and full days. But I suppose I should have realized it would hit me a bit, getting back into the routine of it all.

Anyway, I’m here (“here” being “my” coffee shop) and I’m hoping that the coffee will wake me up. We’ll see!
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I just received some spam with the subject header “Male muscle boosting system”.

I first read it as “Male music boosting system” and I couldn’t quite figure out what that was all about.
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After dropping Jameson off at school I stopped by Safeway to pick up a few things. Only when I drove into the garage did I realize my purse was missing.

Pulse rate a bit higher (though really not much; I was fairly calm and praying …) I drove back to the store.

A woman had turned in my bag and it was already locked up safely.

Thank God!
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Lately I have had a lot of odd dreams. Often I find myself in my house … but it’s not like it is now. I always find I have more rooms than I thought; wonderfully undiscovered rooms that need a bit ‘o work. But still … more room. And I’m always happy about that.

The thing is, though, I don’t even want, and certainly don’t need, any more rooms! Shoot, we have a room right now that is basically just “there” (although it’s time to start trying to get it in better condition since Brandon and Kelsey may be here for a holiday … yes? Kelsey? Brandon?).

In any case, these dreams are getting pretty odd and the houses are always pretty darn interesting.

However, I NEVER dream about the yard.

Hmmm. Wonder why?! ;-)
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If you look at the time stamp you’ll see it’s somewhat early on Monday morning. Just a bit after 12 AM, in fact.

The thing is, I got home from opera rehearsal and needed to “come down” a bit. This happens.

I’m mainly posting here because I wanted to be sure and say I’m still alive and well. (In case I have any readers at this site, that is; I get more at the other place.)

Now I’m off to bed. But I’ll probably read a bit before crashing. I’m more than 3/4 of the way through Anna Karenina. For the very first time. Really. I’ve never read the book before and I’m enjoying it quite a lot. I wondered about the title, since it’s not Anna through and through. A friend informed me that Tolstoy initially called it Two Marriages. That makes a whole lot more sense to me.

Happy September to one and all. Did we even have an August? Hmmm.
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