Okay, I decided I might as well jump right in and put up my February reviews. While February was twice as productive as January and all about the dystopia/post-apocalyptic genre I’m going to put the reviews here as its the only way I’m sure I’ll get them all up.
I’m a little behind here in putting up reviews but I decided that late is better than never. Since it’s March and I haven’t written a single review and there are only 2 books to do from January I thought I would just review The Kept and Stealing Jenny here.
I’d posted a few weeks ago about difficulty in finding a guitar teacher. After a couple of missteps however, we struck gold. Chris is an experienced guitar player, who gives lessons at a local music store. He obviously enjoys teaching and really has a way with kids. [Read more →]
Last semester’s load with three hefty programming courses is starting to look good. One of this semester’s classes includes four recorded presentations. The first was an individual presentation, but the next three are team presentations. We loose a lot of credit, if the presentation is too short or long. My teammates came up with scripts that were way too short and our first taping was short by 4 minutes. Although our studio time was really over, the tech let us do one more taping. Thankfully, the time was okay on the second, mainly due to some quick additions to the script and long pauses between sentences. I don’t know if my nerves can take two more of those.
Today, I seem to have the start of a cold. At least I wasn’t sniffing on camera yesterday!
Our visit to the music store last week was disappointing. The guy who gives guitar lessons wasn’t there and there were only two battered guitars hanging on the walls. His wife, who runs her New Age shop in the same space, said that he still gave lessons, but was no longer selling musical instruments. She took my name and phone number and said she’d have him call me about lessons. I didn’t hear back from him and we decided it was just as well. The whole shop reeked of incense and scented candles. Muffin didn’t have any breathing problems in the short time that we were there, but I’m not sure about being there long enough for a lesson. [Read more →]
When I started my studies at TTU, my goal was to pursue a dual major – Computer Science and Web Design. I had to change that plan, when I learned that I would not be eligible to receive financial aid for the additional year that it would take to earn both. So I was delighted to learn yesterday, that after a review, I will be able to continue receiving assistance to complete both majors. It will mean another year of school, but I’m willing to do the work. And, as Grandma pointed out, it will give us an extra year before we have to move again
As the icing on the cake, I have also been approved for a Hope Scholarship until I graduate and the first funds are heading towards my bank account. Things are looking good.
We’re still a couple weeks shy of Valentine’s Day, but the past week has brought the engagements of a relative and two friends. We’re wishing all of them many years together and much happiness.
Do I have any Valentine hopes? Yes, I’m hoping that my fingers will be back to a normal size and color by then. Romance? Get serious! Life is too busy and my fellow college students are way too young. Besides, my fingers are too swollen to accommodate a a wedding ring.
Last night, I managed to slam three fingers in our garage door. As expected, it hurt, but I completed my mission and rolled the trash bin to the curb for today’s pick up. As I reached the curb, the pain intensified until it was literally unbearable. I returned to the house sobbing from the pain. Grandma fetched ice and ibuprofen, but 30 minutes later, I was headed to the emergency room, which, thankfully, is right next to the campus. After x-rays, the doctor told me that two of my nails had totally detached and he thinks I have cracked one finger. He is having a radiologist review the x-rays today. I’m allergic to the pain medications that he wanted to prescribe and he didn’t want to immobilize the fingers because of the swelling. So I’m on OTC painkillers and trying not to use my right hand. Should be fun typing my computer programs and papers!
Affordable is a word I’m hearing a lot these days.
Even though we will be visiting a music store later in the week, Miss Muffin has been doing some online window shopping for a new guitar. That’s not a bad thing. I like to see her enthusiasm and there’s no harm in doing some price comparison. She’s quick to latch onto any ad that uses the word affordable. I tried to explain that what might be an affordable price for a professional musician, could be extravagant for a newbie player. I thought I was making headway, when Grandma says “Ooh, look at this affordable Alesis control pad at Musicians Friend.” Grandma doesn’t play drums and never has, but she’s sitting there salivating over an electronic drum pad. She later told me that she was just trying to reinforce my point, but I think that was totally lost on Miss Muffin!
Grandma was up first yesterday morning and claimed the inside temperature was only sixty degrees. She turned on a space heater in the living room, When I got up, it was over seventy. The furnace was running and the house was warm all day, so I had to wonder. Her circulation isn’t great, so maybe she just felt cold. She said she’d checked the thermometer. Her vision is much improved, but the thermometer readings are small. I figured she’d probably misread.
This morning I had second thoughts, when the temperature was back down near sixty and I had to play with the thermostat to get the furnace to start. A couple hours later, the house is toasty and everything seems to be running fine.
Coming soon to a theater near you . . .Return of The Furnace Guy Part III.