Catching Up

Oops, I see its been over a month since I last posted. I blame the journal app I got for the iWhatsit (Day One). So to recap:
 Mid-September: Cleaned the dining room and the front entry. I can now use the dining room, and the doorway between the front entry and dining room is actually passable. IIRC I posted on the Otter Blog about it.
 Late September – Early October: The HVAC system at work went berzerk. It was up over 90 degrees F for a couple days. It still isn’t exactly fixed, but it is back to the same chronic state of not-quite-broken we’ve been living with for something like 10 years now. Low bid system, etc. etc.
 Various personal things were personal things. There’s been angst and ups and downs and Ron’s gotten really sick of not getting more than 6 hours of sleep a night. I suppose we should just admit than the term I’m avoiding is “insomnia”.
 Otter Necessities stuff has been happening. See the Otter Blog for that.
 Also for making chocolate babka. Or rather, marzipan-chocolate babka. Yum yum yum.
 Pippin is Pippin. Elrond is old, weak in the back end, has questionable vision, and is more or less senile. Back-end weakness means we’ll be replacing throw rugs at some date in the future, but for the moment he seems comfortable and reasonably happy, so we’ll put off the replacing of the throw rugs, thankyouverymuch.
 Been calling arborists today to see about getting the Tree of Damocles removed. The one right by the power and phone lines to the house. Fortunately, the neighbors are OK with having the work done from their side of the fence (which is only inches from the tree, at best). Yes, finally. I didn’t realize how long it had actually been since the Tree of Damocles incident.
 Guitar and banjo lessons are going well. I’m up to playing 5 of my 6 strings, and I expect to be formally introduced to string #6 in tomorrow night’s lesson. Working on learning “Jesu, Joy of Man’s Desiring”. Got the triplets (faster) down, now working on the slower bits (which involve things very like chords, except they only involve two strings at a time, not 3+, and which initially broke my brain when I tried to wrap it around actually playing two notes at a time – in theory was fine, execution not so much).
 Robin seems to be one of the more dependable employees at “his” Little Caesar’s, including understanding the operation, disassembly, and reassembly of dough-mangling machines. AFAIK he hasn’t learned to run the register/customer service yet, because he’s been too busy trying to keep up with making dough, pizzas, and doing dishes. See above, re: dependable.
 We’ve discovered that there’s a pretty good Indian restaurant 2 or 3 doors down from Little Caesar’s. Unassuming/unimpressive little hole-in-the-wall with the simple name “Indian Bistro”, but clean, the food is good, abundant, and more or less cheap. Ron and I like the Aloo 65, which I’ve taken to calling “danger potatoes”, which are bright screaming red, spicy, and served with raw onions. The (vegetable) samosas are big. Like half a pasty in size.
 Last week I was watching something Bollywood while waiting for our food. Not sure what was happening because I don’t speak Hindi (I assume it was Hindi), but I was able to identify the smart (-aleck) kid, the heroine in the form of his beautiful older sister or mom, bumbling pickpockets who were outwitted by the kid, auntie/grandma and her comic-relief spouse (gargling floor cleaner instead of mouthwatch, thanks to kid), handsome hero (possibly kid’s dad?), and the Other Woman who the hero was romancing at that point. And then there were the musical numbers. I have no clue what they were about, I really don’t know the tropes. But they rival, no, exceed, any of the big Hollywood musical production numbers.
 I think . . . I think I need to watch some more Bollywood stuff, with subtitles. I expect American pop culture is equally inexplicable if you don’t know the language.
 Saturday night we went to see “Young Frankenstein”, the musical, at Cutting Hall. It was pretty good. It wasn’t a complete re-do of the movie, but it was clearly a direct descendant. Ron, Xap, and I all want to know how in the world they were stuffing all those sets back in the wings. We’ve been back there, we know how much room there . . . isn’t. And nobody was bitten by bats.
 Saturday and Sunday we worked on garb, a vest for Xap that didn’t go quite as planned, and had the side seams and front buttons replaced with lacing. But it came out pretty well, I think. Xap did the majority of the work, I advised, did a little pressing, and some top-stitching.
 Cut a Folkwear-pattern vest out of muslin, and tried it on Ron and Robin. It fit Robin with relatively minor changes needed. Not so much Ron. Teslacon is coming soon, so I didn’t want to wait to mail-order a pattern that went larger for Ron, but Reconstructing History had one I could download, print, and tape together. Which we did. And despite adding 4″ in length, it still was too short, too tight in the arms, and needed other changes. Printed out another copy to go up one size, decided what additional changes to make, and Ron and I have been puzzling over the collar. Today, after fussing about with muslin pieces and puzzling some more over the directions, I determined that the pattern and directions for the collar are . . . pretty much useless.
 I did find one blog/review about the pattern, and the author also had collar capital-I Issues. I’m going to have to come up with the collar on my own. I think I can do it, but it annoys me.
 3rd annual staff meeting for work on Thursday. Meeting stuff in the morning, in the afternoon we’ll be seeing the a project to burn off coal tar underground/under water (I think) in the City of Ottawa, IL.
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Semi-Random Natter

I know we’ve been doing things since I last posted, on Wednesday, but my brain seems to have turned to mush.
 Wednesday evening we had our guitar and banjo lessons. The Music Room is having a recital for adult students in October, and my instructor asked if I’d like to try to have something ready. I’m brave/foolish, so it looks like I’ll be working on “Scarborough Fair”. In preparation, I’ve been working on learning my first two chords. The excitement, it is incredible.
 Friday I meant to go to work, but was tired and whiny and had a bad case on don’t wannas. So Ron came home about mid-morning. I was feeling better in the afternoon, and my noon conference call ended in time to make the first matinee of “Guardians of the Galaxy” (Robin had to work at 5:00, so it was that show or go without him). In the evening Ron took me out to dinner.
 And then Ron didn’t sleep much at all (an hour or so?), for reasons.
 Saturday morning we went to Woodstock to pick up two tabletop printing presses and other letterpress things. I drove.
 Ron was pretty much a zombie, so not a lot else got done on Saturday.
 We did go see a Gershwin musical, “Crazy for You” at Cutting Hall. In 20/20 hindsight it would have been a better one to start with – real sets, good costumes, not much of a plot, but happy and fluffy, and a very full house. OTOH, I’m not a dancer, so not sure if I could have gotten a part – lota and lots of dancing.
 And yesterday’s matinee featured an un scheduled appearance by a bat, who reportedly bit an audience member. Bats don’t scare me, but I can’t say I’m sorry we missed that.
 Yesterday I made sweet refrigerator pickles – AB’s summer fruits (plums, pears, and lemon), with added starfruit, key limes, and peaches. I went a little overboard, as pickles are won’t to do, and ended up with five quarts.
 I also have most of a quart of thinly sliced red onion soaking in the citrus sweet pickle juice from last summer’s pickling attack, and a quart and a pint of key limes on their way to becoming pickled (brined) limes, ala “Little Women”.
 After re-reading “A Little Preserving Book for a Little Girl”, a book from Project Gutenberg that’s a combination storybook, instructions, and recipes, I may try some jam or something next weekend. A SMALL batch. I also got two modern books (ebooks) of small batch preserving recipes by the Food in Jars blogger.
 Just exactly what I play with next weekend may be left to Robin to see what looks good at the Farmer’s Market.
 I have a board and brackets for another shelf in our room, where I’m going to move my dolls. Once somebody does three edges of the board with the router, which he didn’t do yesterday, for no adequately-explained reason. Hopefully that has been rectified, and Ron can get the shelf up this evening.
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Titanic Recap

So, I last posted on Wednesday the 9th.
 Yes, I was sick, the quick culture was correct, not-strep, “just” a garden-variety viral upper respiratory thing, which 5:30-11:00 pm rehearsals that week didn’t help at all. I ended up staying home the rest of the work and sleeping a lot.
 IIRC I skipped the Thursday (10th) night rehearsal. Or maybe it was Wednesday. Whatever.
 We got a sound person, a Palatine HS student, who eventually was able to borrow all the PHS wireless microphones, when the Cutting Hall and rented units were acting up/unreliable. There were still issues even with the PHS microphones, but they helped.
 Opening night, Friday the 11th, I was on-stage and sang my solo and not much else. And coughed. A lot.
 Saturday, the 12th, I was stage crew only. And found out I was more attached to my little-bitty solo than I thought.
 And there was drama after the show. Lots thereof. Ron and another person had a . . . confrontation about safety while raising the platform. It was loud. It was heated. They were both told by the Park District they were no longer welcome.
 Which is why some of my previous posts are now password-protected, although unless you know the cast and/or had a playbill, you couldn’t actually put a name to the person. And if you know the cast, you already know who/what happened. But the producer and director were worrying about social media so I decided to hide some posts from casual browsing. Ping me via e-mail if you want the password. I may even un-hide them after a while.
 So, Sunday the understudy for the other person was called in (yeah . . . there’s more story there . . . ) and they went on without a Major. And the platform stayed down.
 Last week we had no Monday or Tuesday, and Wednesday was short, just running through what numbers we’d do for the 1-hour highlights/day camp show on Thursday morning.
 It ran over an hour, but went pretty well.
 Thursday night was a pick-up rehearsal, which was both goofy (the whole cast was punch-drunk, I believe), and ran late. Again.
 So I bailed on work about 3:00 Friday afternoon, and got a tiny naplet.
 Friday they had a new crew person (Robin had also bailed after Saturday, when he’d found out he’d been really rude to a cast member on Thursday or Friday, from being so tired). New crew person was vouched for by Cutting Hall staff Xap and I trust, and proved to be safe to run the jack. Friday a couple of our friends attended, although one had to bail immediately after because of a family thing that came up.
 Saturday Ron, Robin, and my Dad and Stepmother attended the performance. Sunday afternoon was the last performance, and I got sniffly at the final number.
 And Robin did not split his skull, end up dead, or anything else horrible.
 After the show we had to clean up the dressing rooms, etc., and tear down the set (well half of it – the upper platform had the rail stripped, but otherwise was left for the next group in, who are doing “Peter Pan”). Robin came to help tear down. He was riding in the back of a truck across the parking lot and around the track to a storage building with the last load of disassembled-set lumber when the gate came open going over a bump, and he ended up sitting on the gate, back to the edge.
 Xap saw it and came apart then. I looked up and saw Robin sitting on the gate after the GASP from most of the cast standing on the sidewalk, and was reasonably calm. Until I got some sleep, then I came apart Monday morning.
 Tried going to work Monday, but I was sufficiently stoopid that I went home at 10-ish and took a 2-hour nap. And then slept not too badly all night. Started feeling better yesterday. Dental cleaning this morning, which is why I have time to blog, finally.
 If I’d had enough brain cells to blog for the last week and a half I’d probably have had more to say, but said brain cells were in short supply.
 Yeah, we’ll probably do a show again. But look at timing and rehearsal schedule closer. The Cutting Hall daily staff liked us (Xap, me, Robin, Ron), and have said that Ron’s only barred from Park District shows, he can come in with any of the other groups that rent Cutting Hall. And attending at audience is fine. A couple of the staff and possibly a couple cast members may be coming to MuseCon.
 Which I need to a bunch of stuff for in the next week. Yes, I did get the book done and off to the printer on time, and shirts are ordered.
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About 4:00 yesterday I posted to Google Plus: “I really really really hope this not-good feeling on my throat is allergy- or weather-related sinus drainage and not con-crud or some other upper respiratory thing.”

Yeah, not so lucky. I woke up this morning with a sore throat and swollen glands. And very tired, despite the alarm somehow not getting turned on, oh dear, however could that have happened, how awful. But since we were at the theater until at least 11:20 last night, I wasn’t rushing to blame fatigue on being sick.

Diagnosis after a quick culture and doctor’s exam this morning is not-strep, generic upper respiratory thing, if I want to have any chance of feeling better by this weekend, take naps, push fluids, steam is good (I don’t do nasal spray or neti pots).

Slept a large chunk of the afternoon, got up, ate dinner, and shortly I’m going to take a hot bath/shower and then go back to bed. I e-mailed my one costume question that I was hoping to have answered at rehearsal tonight to Ron and Xap. At this point I’m still very tired, which I’m pretty sure is from being sick.

Last night’s rehearsal was slogging through the second act. Had an extended “fight scene” session that was boring as could be, but necessary since it was the first time with the platform lifted. Which also necessitated re-positioning people for the final scene, since it isn’t being lowered until after each performance.

Tom was building the lifeboats during rehearsal last night, so we had interesting power-tool-noise accompaniment. And the sides are much too high for most people, especially women in skirts, to step over, which was what the director had planned.

The remote-controlled tea trolley did not happen, as we kinda expected (at a key point in a song it is supposed to roll across the stage). We were prepared with a big roll of paracord. The first run-through of that song featured me sneaking across behind the actors with the cord to tie to the cart, and then back to pull it. Steering fail. Second run-through Robin pushed it, which provoked amusement. More experiments finally resulted in an arrangement we think will work – two cords, tied on the swivel-caster end, for steering. Although we really should have it roll the direction the set will be tilting, we were backwards last night.

Lighting people are expected tonight, sounds like with some confidence this time.

Dogs approve of me staying home tonight.

And now, I think I hear some rice pudding calling my name . . .

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The Rest of the Weekend

“The Rest of the Weekend” sounds a little odd, since the weekend ended with set construction, but that was the big event for the weekend.
 Friday night I had to use up a hour of comp time, somI got home early. We hit several thrift stores looking for black dress slacks and/or a black suit coat for Ron, but struck out. We ate dinner out, did a little more shopping and home to order finger- and thumb picks.
 Saturday morning Robin was gone to work for Modelmaker at the Farmer’s Market before we woke up. We got breakfast, then went to Men’s Wearhouse, to get a pleated-front dress/tux shirt, black bow tie, and get Ron measured so we could order a Prince Charlie jacket to wear with his new kilt.
 Wow, that was a fail. We got the shirt and bow tie . . . And more. Let’s see, the shirt needed studs and cuff links, and here’s amp norther set of nifty cuff links on sale.
 A vest; and dress slacks, which are being tailored (in for a sheep…). Then I found nice blue linen semi-casual short-sleeved shirts on sale, so we got Ron one. And then I called Robin, who confirmed he could use a new nice shirt, so one for him, too.
 Bow ties: one in a plaid that’s an almost perfect color match for Ron’s kilt. And this orange one with blue dots would look really good with Robin’s new shirt. Ties are buy one, get one half-off, so what else looks nice? Yellow paisley, that’s what.
 Men’s Wearhouse didn’t have Oxfords to fit Ron (really wide), but there’s a place just across the street that has extended widths. So now Ron has, after umpty years, a nice pair of dress shoes. And a new pair of the slip-on loafers he wears most days.
 And I even succumbed to the lure of shoe-shopping. They pair of nice but not actually dressy shoes liked best didn’t come wide enough, and the >$300 ones were way too rich for my blood, but I did find another very comfy pair of OMG they actually fit me women’s shoes I like. But they didn’t have the brown I wanted, so I don’t actually have possession yet. But soon.
 Did some more shopping after that, a little for fi pun, but also a new battery for Otter’s UPS, and a second UPS to use at events. Then back tomexchange the battery for one that’s actually the right form factor, oops.
 Home, where I decided to practice guitar in the air-conditioning, and work on the MuseCon program book once it hopefully cooled off in the afternoon/evening, except I was ambushed by a nap, so not so much program book got done as I intended, what with all the shopping We hadn’t planned on to start the day.
 And we did order a Prince Charlie jacket. So Imsuspect Ron will be the best-dresses cast member. Which was really an excuse for the good clothes he needed anyway.
 Sunday was also not quite according to plan, which was breakfast, then home to work on the program book by me and Otter stuf by Ron until evening and set construction.
 The problem was the piece(s) of breakfast that utterly jammed in the lap band constriction, to the point of not even water going down. So off to the surgeon’s office at the St. Alexis hospital in Elk Grove, where one of the Physician’s Assistants was doing rounds. She pulled fluid out of the band, allowing the traffic jam to un-jam, then re-filled it, mostly.
 My upper digestive tract and throat were/are Very Annoyed, so liquids/very squishy food until tomorrow. So that meant a stop at the store for soup, etc.
 I did get a fair bit done on the book, but not quite ready for proofreading yet. I don’t have rehearsal tonight, so I should be able to finish it off.
 Dogs are pretty much recovered from the excitement last weekend, although still a couple/few days of antibiotics left. Elrond woke Ron up early this morning, almost making it up onto the bed (thunderstorms), and after Ron boosted his back end up, he later snuggled up to me. So I had both dogs. At least this time they were both on the same side of me.
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Mostly Weekend Natter

Quick note on the previous post: it was actually written on Friday, although not posted until Saturday morning.
 Titanic Natter
 That clarified, Friday’s dance rehearsal went reasonably well. I’m one of a grou in a line (or two) behind the people actually dancing, doing some very simple steps. The choreographer has not, IMO really grokked the whole edge-of issues relating to the platform(s) we’ll be on, but they’ll get resolved some way/how.
 Ordered my shoes and Ron’s kilt Saturday morning, both were delivered yester, yay! We need to make a longer sporran hanger, butthat’s well within our capabilities. We also . . . bought a sporran. Yes, I know, but it has decent fur (although only rabbit), and a proper metal cantle, which I have not obtained any of or designed for yet. And it was on sale, <$30. So worth it on the time vs. Price curve.
 Spent Saturday morning and early afternoon working on the MuseCon program book. Then a MuseCon meeting at 2:00. After the meeting we hit Guitar Center to see if they had any thumb picks that would fit Ron better or allow more adjustment than the one he has. Nope, same brand as what he got from Sam Ash. A clawhammer (banjo technique) video did follow him home, though. On-line shopping is probably the next step in the thumb pick quest.
 Sunday I intended to spend the day on the MuseCom book. The dogs changed those plans.
 Canine Chaos
 While I was in the shower Sunday morning there was a noise you don’t want to hear if you own huskies: the scream/squeal. Elrond had gotten mad at Pippin. Robin is adult/alpha enough they broke it up when he yelled and intervened.
 Pippin seemed fine, just pawing at the right side of his muzzle – I actually suspect bee sting rather than a result of anything Elrond did.
 Not sure what the cause of the altercation was. Robin had already picked up Elrond’s uneaten breakfast. He ate very little dinner Friday night, and his abdomen seemed tight to Ron, but not sore. His previous UTI symptoms have been not eating, soreness, and grumpy, so Ron and I took him to the vet.
 Urine test didn’t show anything, but if we caught a UTI early enough it wouldn’t. Briefly discussed X-rays to see what’s up with the possible tumor on his spleen seen last year, but since at 14 we wouldn’t put him through surgery anyway, we decided to try a course of antibiotics for the possible UTI.
 Got home, and Robin said Pippin had a very sore ear. Right ear was grungy, left ear was very messy, with blood, and definitely painful. I figured it was an ear infection (Eowyn got them most spring/early summers, so I know what they look like), so off Pippin and I went, back to the vet’s. Ron had a migraine, and Pip has no trouble getting in the car, so Ron stayed home.
 Not ear infection, just normal/grubby ears. And a hole in the left ear. Just about the size to be from one of Elrond’s canines (we’d mentioned the squabble when we had Elrond in), which was bleeding/draining. No stitches, just a cleaning (and since we were there, the annual blood draw for his epilepsy meds), home with antibiotics, drops, and anti-inflammatoryies/painkillers. And the observation that he can be a drama queen.
 Huskies, in my experience, are either incredibly stoic, or drama queens. And the two are not necessarily mutually exclusive. Actually, the husky scream/squeal mentioned above is only bad when coupled with other problem noises. Other times it’s just a sign of drama.
 Ear is much less painful now, I can look and Ron applied drops last night with only an annoyed reaction.
 Eventually I did get some work done on the program book.
 Learning Guitar
 Flailed away at my guitar on both Saturday and Sunday evenings. Working on playing single notes to start with, hopefully as I do more my left ring finger will gain some more flexibility and chords will be less intimidating/difficult.
 Picked up an ebook about classical guitar, which explained that The Rules of classical guitar are only nylon/gut strings and other XYZ instrument characteristics, only this way of sitting, holding, hand positions, blah blah blah fishcakes. Yeah yeah, whatever. And I’m going to do it on my improper steel-stringed guitar anyway. (Although I do understand some of The Rules have Reasons, some are purely arbitrary, if not downright snobby). As long as I like how it sounds, I don’t care if it gives the purists conniption fits.
 That said, the book in question assumes a little more ability to find particular notes than where I’m at yet, so still working from another very-beginner book. But at least as of last night I could produce not-un recognizable versions of “Jingle Bells” and the basic/simplified melody of “Ode to Joy” – of which I un-simplified a couple bits, because I grok sixteenth notes, thanks.
 My mandolele called out to me Saturday night after I decided I’d passed the point of useful practicing on my guitar. So I spent some time with it, playing stuff I already know for ukulele. All chords, which is another reason to not start guitar with chords, I don’t need to get the two sets of chords confused.
 Today (Tuesday)
 Taking a day off. I just finished dishes, now editing this entry, which was mostly written yesterday. Robin is cleaning up the living room, prepatory to the Cleaning Fairies’ visit later this morning. When he gets on a roll, he does a good job.
 And Robin’s working on emptying the big freezer so it can be defrosted. Yesterday he plugged in the smaller one in the basement, and transferred some things to it. Other things were taken out to eat this week. And he’s declared that we’ll be eating sides/vegetables from the freezer.
 Now to work on the MuseCon book.
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Various Natter

Tuned my soprano ukulele and mandolele over the weekend – it has been a while since I’ve played, and they were rather flat. Still haven’t played much, but now at least they’re in tune (or will be better). And I need to re-callous my fingers to play the mandolele comfortably.
 Xap and the Xaplets were over Sunday while Robin worked on the Xapmobile’s brakes, and the Xaplets agree with Xap that TtM seems, as a whole, to be rather strong on high notes. Should get the music at rehearsal tonight, since I picked up the vocal selections book Friday night.
 Finally got my birthday present from Ron and Robin yesterday, a Lego Maersk container ship. Ron had intended to get it much closer to my birthday, but one thing and another happened. Not I have to come up with time to build it, which is going to take a while.
 Saturday afternoon we went to Menard’s and got new air conditioners for our bedroom – two smaller/lighter ones to replace the big one that we sent to the curb a couple weeks ago. Robin put them in the windows (one at each end of the room) in the evening, with some help from Ron.
 Did some Otter Necessities-ish stuff this weekend, also. More natter about that on the other blog.
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Titanic, and other Musical Disasters

The first rehearsal for “Titanic: The Musical” (henceforth TtM) was Tuesday night, in the form of a read-through of the spoken parts of the script, preceded by a short presentation by a Titanic history geek. The read-through was pretty much a non-event, since it was just the speaking parts. Ron and Robin went with me, to volunteer as stage crew, an offer that was happily selected.
 Wednesday night was the first music rehearsal.
 Now, once upon a time, in Junior High choir class, I was classified as an alto. For a few years following I occasionally was drafted into the church choir, as an alto. So, fast-forwarding about, um, 30 years with no significant choir-ish experience, I said I was an alto, and the vocal director put me in with the altos (and she did hear me sing and tested my range at the audition).
 And it was, well, not exactly successful. I’m told that if you search YouTube you can find all the songs from TtM. We started out with warm-ups, then the director threw us in the deep end (yes, I *did* just go there) with the opening finale, “Godspeed Titanic”. Which had all the sections straining to hit the high notes. I struggled, I squeaked, I was flat, or sharp, and felt pretty much everywhere but on the right notes.
 Eventually, one of the other altos suggested I ask the director to move to the tenors for that song, with the comment that it is a really high alto part. No problem, and I was happier.
 At one point I’d said I thought I’d be better off singing the baritone part (essentially an octave down from the altos). I also IM’d a remark to Ron that they never mentioned the guys in the cast would be castrati. One of the other altos had said she felt sorry for the 1st (high) sopranos – only one of which had been able to hit the highest note. If you find “Godspeed Titanic” to listen to, note that it is the whole cast/chorus singing, all the way down to the basses, singing. Not just the tenors and up. Really.
 Adding extra fun, I forgot to bring water. Fortunately, Ron and Xap came over to try to catch the director, regarding Xap volunteering help as stage management or whatever (our director for TtM had slipped out, but the theatre company director seemed enthused), and brought me a bottle.
 Worked a little on another song, back with the altos, which wasn’t as high, and I did better.
 Ended up with a pretty scratchy throat Wednesday night/Thursday morning. After a bit of poking about on-line regarding voice ranges and thinking about what I sing along with, I decided to give it another try as an alto, and if it didn’t seem to work out, ask for a permanent re-assignment to the tenors.
 An upset stomach Thursday morning that sent me home from work early, but settled down by early afternoon, so I made it to rehearsal.
 Made an attempt at the alto part at the hymn part of “Hymn/Doing the Latest Rag”, and did even worse than on Wednesday night – I couldn’t even squeak on the higher notes (which weren’t as high as some I tried Tuesday), and was just as horribly squeaky on those I could hit. So my defection to the tenors became permanent.
 And that’s where I belong. I can sing all the notes (and with a little less effort on some of the higher notes than the guys). I can even do it with some volume. I got my confidence back! No funny looks, and one of the other tenors said I sound good. So I’m a tenor. I did see something on-line that for every decade a woman’s voice typically drops mumble amount. I suspect if I’d had training and/or kept singing with some kind of direction regularly I’d probably still be able to (comfortably) sing alto, but now I don’t.
 It is taking me a little bit to wrap my head around, but I think its just from thinking of myself as an alto for umpty years and now finding out I was wrong about that, rather than silly gender stereotyping issues.
 Pippin was being Disapproving Dog at me when I got home Thursday night. He Does Not Approve of any of his family, and probably especially me, not being home in the evenings, nor of staying up late to wait for me. (6:30-9:30 rehearsals, usually upstairs and at least getting ready for bed by 9:30).
 The directors (production and theatre company) were eyeballing Ron pretty hard, as they have unfilled non-droppable male parts, but he (and Robin) have remained adamant. The theatre company director (who went to MuseCon, as did one of the sopranos I met last night) was asking if Ron could do lighting design. Er, no. Run lighting, yes, but not come up with the design. I suspect Ron is also going to be involved in set design – they need a large chunk of set to tilt up so people can roll down it (into the water to drown, glub glub glub).
 Still don’t have music to take home and learn from, thought we would last night, copies/printing still not completed, have been promised for Monday. I found a copy of a book of vocal selections at a local music store, so went to pick that up last night. Reviews say it isn’t the absolute complete everything, but it should have the main chorus lyrics, in particular for the two songs we’re to have memorized by the 10th. And, having bought it will guarantee that we’ll get music to take home on Monday.
 Also, some other music books followed us home. And a soprano travel ukulele glommed onto Ron. As these things do.
 So, this weekend is likely to find me singing along with the soundtrack. Which would likely get me odd looks at work.
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