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Sad. And panicked. And frustrated.
The house is supposed to close one week from yesterday. We still don't know if it will happen.
The appraiser supposedly did the appraisal on June 8, but the bank has still not heard back from his report.
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Oh gods but I hurt today.
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Dear Everybody Who Owns a Dog ( Read more... ) -
I fixed the iPad
Hot Damn! I think I just fixed my BT keyboard on my iPad. My left Shift key has always been iffy, so I took it off just now, looked at it, jiggled some things around and put it back on. Better but not perfect. Pushed down real hard to make sure that all of those tiny little catches had caught, and heard a satisfying snap. OH hey look at this. There ( Read more... ) -
the neverending yellow headache
Had an interesting thought last night. I don't remember the last time I didn't have a headache. I can get to a medically induced state of semi-headache -relief but it's only an illusion. It's been weeks since I was well and truly headache free. Geo said he was surprised because I hadn't mentioned it recently. But really, at a certain point, ( Read more... ) -
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In related ukulele news, I did a better job selecting a first ukulele than I did with my guitar, but nevertheless I have developed ukulele envy.
Do a google search for Oscar Schmidt spalted maple. Observe the beauty. I want the tenor with the cutout and the pickups. OU7TLE (or something like that. My tabs are open on the computer in the other -
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It is late and I am tired. I should go to bed, which I will do soon. But!!!
I have mostly learned El Condor Pasa on my uke tonight. I need practice, obviously, but it is there. It is (will eventually be) beautiful.
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Having the very distinct feeling that we are going to have a bad night. Or more particularly that Charlie is going to have a bad night. He just woke up grunting and moaning, went to the bathroom, continued to grunt and moan, whined on George's shoulder, possibly about a nightmare. All the while I kept looking at him and thinking that he was sick. ( Read more... )