Listening to: Meat Loaf- Bat Out of Hell
Reading: The Reef Nora Roberts
Weather: high 60’s and sunny
Trivia: What exploded in Siberia on June 30, 1908?
On June 30, 1908, there was an enormous explosion in the air above a remote region of Siberia called Tunguska. The gigantic blast, about as powerful as 10-40 million tons of TNT, created an orange glow in the sky that was seen as far away as Europe. Nineteen years later, scientists visited the spot. They found that sixty million trees had been felled, pointing in a radial pattern away from the center of the blast, but to their amazement they found no crater. There were many theories about the cause of blast. There was no trace of radiation, so it was unlikely to have been a nuclear explosion. Today, scientists think it might have been a comet or asteroid about as big as a small mountain that exploded as it fell
through the air.
Cool word: tucket [n. TUK-it]
At a professional sports event, there might be an organist who plays short, rousing musical fanfares, to help get everybody excited. Each one of those little blasts of music is called a tucket. Originally a tucket was a trumpet fanfare, used to announce the arrival of someone important like a king or queen. The reason for the fanfare was to give people time to get composed for the royal audience. The word is from Middle English tukken (to beat a drum), which was also the source of Modern English tuck (a tap or beat of a drum). An
earlier ancestor was Old French toquer (to strike), which is from Vulgar Latin toccare (to touch). Another word from the same root is toccata [tuh-KAH-tuh], from Italian. A toccata is a musical composition, usually for the keyboard, in a free style with full chords and elaborate runs. There's also tocsin [TOK-sin], which is an alarm that is rung on a bell, or a more general warning or omen.
Closet Mania
I have no idea what happened to yesterday’s entry. I wrote it, I uploaded it, and just discovered that it doesn’t exist here. So I’ve just tried to put it up again. I was tired when I posted it, so I probably just screwed up when I saved it.
{Shrug}. Sometimes I have no idea what I’m doing.
I stayed up really late last night trying to get the mountain of clothes under control, but didn’t totally succeed. So what I decided to do was bring everything into the living room and just dump it, so I could continue to work while the repair guy was here.
What a mistake!
I got up at eight so I could dye my hair (major root repair was needed!), and get the bed made, get dressed etc., as the repair guy was due at ten. There was a knock on the door at ten, I was stunned to think that the repair guy was on time. It was my landlord! ARRRRRRGGHHH!
This place looked like a dump because of the way I’d thrown everything that needed to be sorted and put away. I was mortified. This place needs to be dusted and vacuumed, and just generally dealt with. I also know this guy and his wife are neat freaks. I did not expect him.
He’d left a message on my machine to let him know if I couldn’t be here. I could, so I didn’t call. He didn’t remember the message he left, so thought he had to be here. He’s a nice guy, I just didn’t want him here, didn’t want him prowling and expecting when I hadn’t had the chance to even attempt to straighten up. It was awkward.
Repair guy showed up at ten thirty, so landlord left once he saw what the repair guy was going to do and heard the plan. Then there’s another knock on the door. There stands a teenager looking for repair guy who is apparently her boyfriend, The repair guy had to be pushing sixty. The girl couldn’t have been more than eighteen. I was not happy that she thought she could just come in here and hang out. I thought that was rude. Repair guy finished quickly and told me that he has to come back after the plaster dries to apply the sand paint.
That means repair guy tomorrow or Sunday. This is going to really tie up my time, but maybe I can keep going on stuff that needs to be done around here.
If only the computer wouldn’t call to me so loudly!
I did get the summer clothes put away, and the winter clothes semi-organized. The problem is that my closet collapsed a year ago, and my brother keeps promising he’ll come over to fix it. I can always anticipate a long wait when he’s involved, so I’m still without the lower bar in my closet.
It’s also clear that I have way too many clothes and need to stop shopping for them. Of course the fact that I have about five different sizes, I can’t say they’re all wearable. Maybe once I get this diet under control I’ll be able to figure out what should stay and what can go. It’s hard when I’m such a yo-yo. The good news is that the jeans that I wore four years ago fit again. It’s only one size smaller, but it’s a good sign. I liked these jeans as they were colored, and I can get away with wearing them during the week.
I have had a relatively allergy free fall, until the day before yesterday. Suddenly I’m on a sneezing marathon, and am popping the Claritin. It might just be that I stirred up a lot of dirt around here, but it’s irritating.
I bought a ticket to go see Meat Loaf this Thursday night. I’m really excited about this one. His music was a soundtrack to my first true love affair, and even thought the relationship ended with a crash, the music is still really important to me. There’ something about listening to "Bat Out of Hell" that always makes me happy. Wonderful lyrics, a great story to them.
I had tried to see if I could get a ticket about a week ago, but they had not announced the concert dates as of last Wednesday. Last night 20/20 did a segment on Meat Loaf and mentioned that his tour was starting in Albany this weekend. It made sense that he’d be going to Boston fairly soon, as I assumed they’d tour logically, hitting the other east coast cities first, so I fired up the computer and lo and behold, ticket time! Twelfth row, center. I’m psyched.
Got my hair cut last night, and then met Dee for dinner. We finished the damn show script and I’m ready to wash my hands of the whole thing. I’ll be so glad when this is over. Then I’m going to reassess my role in the chorus and the level of commitment I want to give. Right now it’s not much.
Now it’s time to hang up a few more blouses and settle in to an exciting episode of "The Iron Chef". If I stay awake!
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