Lost the will to mess with my gallery tonight.

I spent the last few hours working on getting my photo gallery the way I want it.  You may notice (if you even noticed it was there, Mom) that nothing has changed.  I found some helpful pages and I think I know how to do it, but my first attempt failed spectacularly.  Okay, there was nothing spectacular about my failure.  But I don’t have the energy to keep going with it tonight.  I’ll try again tomorrow.

What’s with the weather?

I know, I know, it’s boring to write about the weather.  I went for a jog this morning fully convinced that it was going to rain at any second.  According to www.weather.com, the humidity is 100% (which I can believe, now that I’ve been out there) and there is a 100% chance of rain for every hour of the day.  So I was just hoping to get lucky.  And I guess I did, since I didn’t get rained on, but it was like running in a sauna!  Sixty-five degrees, ridiculously humid, not enough wind to make a difference (unless I was running uphill, in which case the wind appeared and tried to shove me backwards down the hill), and then the sun came out (this must be a shock to the people at The Weather Channel) and steam started to rise from the streets, the grass, and ME.  Not my favorite running weather, though it is preferable to below-freezing temperatures in the pre-dawn hours.

There’s the rain.  Now that I’m safely inside.  Of course, we’re still going out in it today.  John and I are planning to do some window-shopping (and possibly actual shopping) in historic Leesburg today and then have lunch.  It’s time to get moving.

Meh.

I finished reading Middlesex, by Jeffrey Eugenides this morning.  I got the impression that I was supposed to think it’s one of the greatest books ever written, or at least be moved by it.  I wasn’t.  That’s not to say I didn’t think it was good, or that I didn’t enjoy it.  I did.  But it’s not something I would reread (which should say something to people who know me (who I’m sure are the only people reading this blog (assuming anyone other than Mom is reading), but that’s a topic for another post.  I need to get out of parentheses now.)) or even recommend wholeheartedly to someone.  It was very meh.  Shrug.  Whatever.  It was like there was something missing.  The narrator kept me at a distance, so I never really felt like I was feeling what the characters were feeling.  And if the point was that Cal/Callie was neither male nor female, but something in the middle, then why was the adult Cal so strongly male?  It seemed that he made a choice to be male, not female, and not something new or a combination of both.  And maybe it wasn’t a choice, really, but that characterization seemed to miss the point that I thought the book was reaching toward.  But maybe it was just me who missed the point.  Either way, I think that’s why I feel so indifferent to the book.   No biggie.  I’m sure I’ll enjoy my next book more, whatever it is.

Home again, home again

I’m home now, in the comfort of my fuzzy pants, waiting for dinner to be ready.  John got his last birthday present from me today.  I ordered him a year’s subscription to Runner’s World magazine a couple of days before his birthday, but then they said it would be 4-6 weeks before we got the first issue.  Can it really take that long to process an order and get it to the circulation department?  What year is it again?  It actually only took about 3 and a half weeks, but still.  Tonight is going to be all about the couch, random TV, and tea.  Maybe old episodes of That 70’s Show, or new ones of The Mentalist.  We might also have an episode or two of Heroes and True Blood.  So exciting.  🙂

So now dinner’s ready and I can begin doing nothing.  Hooray!

Poor me

I’m getting sick (cough, cough).  Today is getting progressively more miserable.  Last night I tried to sleep sitting up, but I kept sliding down.  I might have to move to the couch tonight.  On the other hand, puppies! I can (and do) watch them all day.  For instance, Mr. Purple just attacked Mr. Black.  Mr. Yellow just tried to intervene, so Mr. Blue jumped him.  It’s awesome.  🙂  Awesomely cute.

Also?  Cough drops are pretty bad.  Just thought I’d share.

Working on a rainy day

Today’s the kind of day you need to be at home for.  We were up really late last night (after midnight – party animals!) and slept in this morning, only to wake up to solid rain.  It’s HARD to go to work when it’s so cozy at home.  On the other hand, there is work to be done.  I’m sure there will be plenty of gloomy, rainy, maybe even snowy, weekend days to enjoy this winter.

The Day-Ruiner (he ruins days)

So I was having an okay day at work.  Things were busy, but not overly so.  Then the Day-Ruiner called.  This guy has been avoiding me for two weeks (it could have just been phone tag, but he admitted it!), and then when he finally called, he was a total jerk.  He half-heartedly apologized for giving me a hard time, but then he kept right on doing it.  Seriously, I’m all tense about it now.

Chad and Jeremy

Last night John and I went to see Chad and Jeremy perform at the Barns at Wolf Trap.  Two things: if you ever listen to oldies, you know who they are.  Their biggest hits (and almost only hits) were “A Summer Song” and “Yesterday’s Gone”.  They played “Yesterday’s Gone” pretty early in the concert and ended with “A Summer Song”.  And I recognized a song in the encore (I hadn’t realized it was one of theirs), but naturally I can’t even hear how it goes in my head anymore, so I can’t tell you what it was.  The second thing is about the Barns.  That is such a cool venue.  This was only the second time John and I have been there.  The first was for an improv comedy show.  It really is two barns joined together.  The box office and the bar are in one barn, and they’re connected by a couple of hallways to the barn that houses the stage.  The walls are exposed wood, really big planks, and it has high ceilings.  We were sitting just under the balcony overhang last night, maybe 50-60 feet from the stage.  It’s an intimate setting, and the sound is really good.

Before the show started, when everyone was finding their seats, they were playing oldies over the sound system, and you could hear random people (myself included) singing along.  That was kind of cool.

So the concert started, and Chad and Jeremy came out on stage.  They talked about their career and played songs mostly in order.  They were quietly funny and quite self-deprecating.  They had some minor difficulties (took several tries to start some songs, had some problems keeping a string on Jeremy’s guitar in tune), but they handled everything with humor.  It was fun.  Pleasant might be an accurate word to describe the evening.  Mellow works, too.  Their “political” songs were iffy, at best.  They played two or three of those, and the lyrics were pretty bad.  That part reminded John of why This is Spinal Tap is so funny.  The patter in between the songs and some of the career history reminded him of why A Mighty Wind is so funny.

I mentioned the people singing along before the concert for a reason.  At a normal rock concert, people scream and shout and sing at the top of their lungs.  This was obviously not that kind of concert.  People did sing along (at least to the two songs everyone knew), but they did it quietly, almost as if they were singing to themselves.  It was very low-key and kind of funny.

And yes, we were the youngest people there by at least 20 years.

Promises

I made promises to myself yesterday about this blog, and then, because I’m an idiot, nearly broke the first one on the first day.  The second day.  Whatever.  So here are those promises.

1. Post something every day.  Don’t let this fall into disuse like every other journal/diary I’ve ever tried to keep.

2. Don’t obsess over what I write.  I’m writing what’s in my head, no matter how that may make me look to whoever might read it.  Look at the title of the blog.  This is not earth-shattering news.

Hmm.  So maybe I only have two promises for now.  I’m sure I’ll come up with more.