More snow

Snow and grey skies again today. Not as much snow as yesterday, but it is still very cold. Even with the space heaters going, I’m wearing layers of fleece. And though I’m not all that tired, I’m on the verge of taking nap just as an excuse to get under the covers and warm up.

A nuts and bolts rehearsal of the Tuning the Air team this morning. I had a sewing task to attend to, so I was able to devote most of my ears to their work. Wedgewood Blue has undergone some changes, and the team was still fine-tuning it. ‘In My Room’ is back in the setlist It is anyone’s guess how it will sound on Monday, but today it was alternately struggling and rapturous. I’ll bet that unless it suffers from a train wreck (which is highly unlikely) the audience will get from it what we wish they would.

Afterwards, I joined the house circle over at Curt’s for a bit of work. Circulating every which way with a pentatonic scale and then a study of parts of Eye of the Needle. Melvin was particularly Melvin today, and at one point, I heard and felt a cat toy smack my guitar. I am not sure if the source of the smack was from the feline or the feline’s master, but both seemed to register a ‘Score!’ at the time.

I had brought along D’s Canon G9 to the rehearsal to test out in the space. Since the daytime lighting is entirely different, it was an imperfect test. Still, I found the wide-angle to be a bit narrow. The biggest surprise was when I got it home and discovered that I do not have the necessary raw converter for these files – and my version of Photoshop is too far back leveled and will not support the G9’s files. There may be a workaround, but I haven’t found it yet. The worse case is that I’ll have to have D. burn me a CD.

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David came to the rescue! He pointed out a standalone Digital Negative Converter application that allows me to create an interim file that Photoshop can read. Now I see that my focus is often unacceptable soft – usually because I’m exposing at very slow shutter speeds. (That will be even worse on Monday night! I’ll read the manual tomorrow and see how I can optimize the situation.) And as David warned, images at the high ISO are noticeably ‘noisy’, though I must say, not as bad as my Nikon.

This is not a joke

I have never experienced snow, lightening and thunder at the same time before. Admittedly, the lightening and thunder were over in a blink, but it is still snowing...

my fushia are covered with snow

Budding apple tree

snow crusted bamboo

Publicity crisis

Excellent feedback today from Nancy and Gitta on my Gates Foundation application. I submitted it today! Would everyone reading this please cross fingers and toes for me?

A publicity crisis arose when the Seattle Times listed Tuning the Air on their entertainment calendar for tonight. How nice to get in the calendar! How unfortunate to be listed incorrectly! I contacted the paper to arrange for a correction and prepared a poster to be hung at the door tonight. Curt made a note on our website and just dropped by to take the posters over to the abbey. What fun.

With my camera enroute to repair-land, I find myself in temporary possession of a G9, courtesy of D. It is unfamiliar territory and requires some retraining on my part. It has one endearing quality my Canon lacks, it is relatively silent. However, I am uneasy using it because it isn’t mine. It I should damage or lose it, well, it would not be good. The responsibility has an edge to it that responsibility for my own gear does not.

Met with MB at lunch to work on guitar primaries. First Primary alternating 16th notes and triplets. While I could play along with her, I couldn’t get the feel of the triplets. Then, work on right hand exercise – a variation of the Second Primary. There is something about working with someone, entraining and aligning with them, that has a special quality. Our work with the Second Primary variation was like that.

Circus poodles

So after helping David set up tonight, I tried making a few snaps of the photo session. But the Nikon kept misbehaving, so I gave it up and just enjoyed watching David work with clowns.

clowns as poodles

musical ventriloquism

On the job hunt front, I have been pouring over job descriptions at the Gates Foundation for many weeks now, trying to find a job that is a suitable fit. Finally, I found a job that feels suitable. Working for the Gates Foundation has been something of a goal since I first learned of it. Ideally, I would like to work in the Agricultural Development group, but lack any official credentials in that realm, only desire. What I found the other day is a role - within my experience level - in the Health Care division. And having spent more than 20 years working for a health care company, this is a more reasonable leap across the chasm of career change. So, last night I prepared a resume and cover notes. I sent N.W. a draft for comment.

Mailed my camera off for repair this morning. It is very strange to be without my instrument. The Nikon is such a poor substitute; it is almost not even worth carrying. And I feel badly for D. who is feeling terrible about the situation. Which makes for a very circular rut of feeling badly, but I don’t know if we can do anything about it. If I was financially flush, I’d be inclined to buy a used Nikon 40Dx body or something just to get me by, but that wouldn’t be a wise decision anyway. It is weird not to be able to work.

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Tonight, I get to play photo assistance to D. as he photographs some of the clowns from Circus Contraption.

An unsolicited review of Monday's performance turned up this morning. An excerpt:

I wasn't really prepared for how amazing an experience it would be. For starters, they're all great musicians and incredibly tight. At first it's a bit unnerving, having all these really intense musicians surrounding you. But you get used to it. The pieces were all originals (with one exception: Led Zeppelin's Kashmir), and are very harmonically dense with lots of interlocking patterns that shift and confound. The sensation of hearing music like this, not just in stereo, but truly in 360 degrees, borders on the mystical. One piece was a melody that twirled around your head as each guitarist played just one note at time. Other times two guitarists on opposite ends of the circle would play the same part, and play it so precisely that it created the effect of not knowing exactly where the sound is coming from, a sort of musical ventriloquism.

Sewing

More job applications today.

Experimenting with ways to improve the quality of my sleep. My examination so far has shown that my preferred and most comfortable position- on my tummy with pillows tucked under me to allow a gentle fetal slope – isn’t really the best for sleeping. It often fuels my imagination and thinking – and I basically fall asleep out of a mental exhaustion, not because I’ve relaxed. I have noticed that lying on my back has the best chance for quieting the mind – but I have trouble actually falling asleep in that position. I have lain there for more than an hour at times trying to fall asleep – only to give up and turn over. I mentioned this to N and she made a suggestion that I tried last night. I was able to fall asleep after a while, but woke up about 90 minutes later feeling as though I never fully fell asleep. Tried again and slept until 5 minutes before my alarm with a dream still in my awareness.

And a strange dream it was: I’m in an unfamiliar place. A woman is there looking for her daughter. Somehow, I know where her daughter is. She is right there, but not. It is as though she has moved into another realm that exists alongside the one her mother and I inhabit. Her mother doesn’t believe me, so I tell the daughter to apply a white paint to her fingernail (somehow this paint is visible in both realms.) The daughter does it and her mother sees it and now believes me. I tell the daughter she has a choice about which realm she is in and offer to tell her how to return to this one. She considers this and decides to stay where she is. She is out reach now, and the mother finds that none of her ways of managing her daughter apply any longer.

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D came by yesterday after my Wallingford meetings. He came to pick up the lighting gear I’m loaning for a photo session on Thursday. To return the favor, he brought his sensor cleaning kit and cleaned the sensor on my Canon. Since he wanted me to see what a good job it would do, we took a before and an after photo of a white wall. This morning, I downloaded those image files and looked at them closely – and noted a ‘smear’ across the ‘after’ image. I sent D the image files. He encouraged me to take it into a camera repair place in Ballard, where I learned that the sensor had been damaged. Ouch! We are now investigating getting the manufacturer to assume responsibility for the damage caused by their product.

D also brought a large quantity of white nylon fabric – two lengths that he needed sewn together to create a very large softbox he needs for the photosession.

Sewing

fabric folds

And the new CafePress Tuning the Air T is now available:

A few images from last night's show

Actually, a few images from the pre-show rehearsal.

First show of the season

Last night’s guitar practice was a good one. Not in the sense of being successful at any of the things I worked at. Just the sense of having worked well with the areas I addressed.

Restless sleep last night. No anxiety. Purely physical discomfort. Not sure why.

Two and three-quarters hours in the dentist chair this morning – and unfortunately - I still need to go back. The molar is too low in the gum line and a small filling requires a bit of surgery. The root canal is done, however. Today was much harder for me than the last visit. Need to rest a bit before getting ready for opening night.

Last minute details

Sunday 10:10am: I look up from my seat at the café and see that I have narrowly missed a very long queue for coffee. I’m here unnaturally early from a gathering in Wallingford. JN came out looking for me after the gathering, but only had time for an embrace and a quick check in. We will meet during my visit to SF in May.

Today is a re-grouping day for the most part. Laundry, a bike ride and a little reading. My reading included this observation from Oliver Sacks' Musicophelia

I see my room, my furniture everyday, but they do not re-present themselves as “pictures in my mind.” Nor do I hear imaginary dog barks or traffic noises in the background of my mind, or smell aromas of imaginary meals cooking even though I am exposed to such perceptions everyday. I do have fragments of poetry and sudden phrases darting into my mind, but nothing like the richness and range of my spontaneous musical imagery.

The bike ride was my first in this new neighborhood and I headed toward the library. As I moved south, I noticed I didn't really need to pedal - it was a gentle coasting the whole distance. Of course, that meant the return trip was a steady, if mostly slight uphill. (Next time, I'm heading north!)

My ride was curt short by rain as I'd not dressed for wet weather. I was fooled by yesterday's burst of summer. Here I am at 7pm down at the canal park in Fremont. It was 75 degrees and beautiful.

If I look a little worn it is because I was. The day started early and was filled. Baked some apple goodies in the oven while I showered and got ready for the day. Gathered with the team for sitting at C's and then over to Fremont Abbey. While the team rehearsed, I sewed a curtain panel to fill in where Nathan's curtains left a gap. After rehearsal, a subset of the team stayed on to address last minute details: painting, lighting refinements, house issues, etc.


At 3pm when all energy was expended, IB, IK and I met at Curt's for a small guitar session - mostly circulating different scales and modes.

Exhausted, but completely taken by the sunlight and warmth, I headed to Fremont. Gave someone a solitude break by passing by when I saw the familiar car in front of my destination and opted for the canal. Perfect - except for the uncomfortable bench - no doubt intended to ward off the homeless.

An Anniversary

Tuning the Air’s third anniversary.

Up at the usual time, but found my self inexplicably in possession of 10 extra minutes this morning before I had to leave for the sitting. So I took up the guitar to spend a few minutes with the right hand. A simple pattern across the four interior strings, but alternating the up-stroke down-stoke as happens with the BillR exercise. For the first few repetitions of the pattern, all goes well. Then, I begin to miss the third string – approaching it too high. This is a mistake I make frequently – it is just illuminated here where little else is happening. Why does the hand begin to underestimate the distance between the strings over the course of playing? And why does this error throw me off so bad that I can’t recover?

Beginning preparations for vegetarian posole; prepared the soup stock, pre-cooked the lima beans and toasted the pumpkin seeds. Made a service appointment with Toyota. Checked in with Dr. N.

Someone close to me is going through a very difficult time. A series of conversations recently reveal that my fears over the years have been well-founded. In a conversation about a week ago, a particular detail came up that sealed it and confirmed what I had hoped to protect this person from. That recent conversation has come up for me again and again in the last few days – and I finally realized why; I was wondering if I could have intervened years ago? Was my decision to trust this person to navigate the circumstances the right decision? So I called to ask a simple question. ‘Did I do the right thing?’ The answer, ‘Always.’ I continue to be amazed at the equanimity this individual possesses.

Several more interesting job opportunities have appeared…taking a different approach.

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Posole simmers on the stove. In making this soup, I have very often wondered how someone came up with the idea of including pumpkin seeds. Today, as I prepared the butternut squash and was cleaning out the seed cavity, the answer became obvious. As with many 'peasant' dishes, nothing was wasted. When pumpkin is in season again, I'll try the soup with pumpkin instead of butternut squash. Maybe I'll even use the seeds from the pumpkin itself.

Just took a wiff of the simmering soup. I may have used a bit too much fresh red pepper. We'll see.

The weather is improving

An old image of the Tuning the Air team:


Woke with the blurry and fading taste of a dream and a sense that such dreaming had gone on much of the night. The bits that lingered on waking had me in a hotel room in Detroit (though it looked nothing like Detroit.) I was with several others – for the most part strangers to me but for SBC. SBC was smoking a cigarette! I discovered I’d arrived with absolutely no travel supplies and no clothing but for what I was wearing. I woke just as I was venturing out to find the items I would minimally require for my stay there.

Minimum temperatures did not stray below 40 - that makes today a good weather day.

Completed the computer work required for the Tuning the Air programs. Also visited Kinko’s to see about mass producing them. It turns out double-sided color copies are rather pricy. $2 each! That is a little expensive. One solution would be to re-design the program and remove all the color. Or limit color to one side of the page. (This once again makes me wish we had a logo.) Visited several office supply stores to find a matte-surfaced brochure paper that can withstand double-sided printed.

A stop at the post office to post birthday wishes. Commiserated with the clerk about the loss of certain abilities with aging and we had a good laugh together.

More computer work in the evening – this time preliminary work on presentation packet for the gallery I visited yesterday. And more job searching.

I could use some time off.

Sore knees

Sore knees tonight after crawling around beams and up and down ladders at Fremont Abbey in order to ensure curtains were hung before the show on Monday.

Took a walk up Phinney Ridge this morning and then headed back home to get ready for the job fair. Only one useful contact from the event - which I will follow up with tomorrow. Then a stop into G Gibson Gallery to check it out. I very much like that this is NOT a photography gallery – yet they carry the work of photographers. They had a two-person show – one of whom is a woman named Nealy Blau. Blau’s work selected for the show were her images taken in natural history museums in which she uses the dioramas as a landscape subject. A few of these had a very unique spatial quality and had the affect of implying much more than was strictly included in the frame of the photograph.

Stopped at a nearby café to check email for coordination with Nathan at Fremont Abbey. This café happens to be down the street from 4Culture – the organization I visited several times when Seattle Circle was preparing its grant application a few months back. The drive from home to the job fair, and then to the gallery, and eventually back to Fremont Abbey, helped to further knit together some of the Seattle geography together. I even managed a bit of map-free navigation to get myself on 99 headed north. Only after that maneuver did I realize I had a second option – which I’ll have to try the next time I visit that area of town.

Once home, I found myself with enough time to get guitar practice in. My hands never settled in. I am feeling a need for some very basic physical instruction. For example, the pinky of the left hand always comes down on the fretted string in a bowl-legged fashion. It seems to require a bit of re-training of the musculature itself.

At 4pm, I met up with Nathan at the abbey. Harrowing curtain retrieval, stud-searching and drilling, and re-knotting the curtain ties. We - with help from Travis and a cameo appearance by Curt - eventually got most of the task done by 7pm. A few small details remain to address on Saturday. Nathan treated me to a root beer about halfway into our work - which was exactly the sort of treat that was needed by that point in the day.

An Al Gore update

Wet and cold this morning. The weather forecast promises that temperatures will soon at least hold a minimum of 40 degrees. This will be very good.

Preparing for tomorrow – a job fair at EMP and – if time allows - a visit to a gallery that has been recommended. And then, possibly, some work at Fremont Abbey, though that is still up in the air.

Reviewed and edited my resume - again. Prepared a first draft of the TTA program and reviewed some of the press targets of our last press release (- almost half have an entry.) Baked a loaf of bread. Submitted another problem ticket regarding a problem I’m having with the Behemoth - this time a less critical error, but an error that may eventually cause more troubles. Took a much needed walk to the hardware store - and picked up a lock for green room security at Fremont Abbey.

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Noticing that my eating habits have degraded a bit – not sure what that is about. I’m not cooking very much – just throwing a meal together quickly and impulsively when hunger strikes. A little too much cheese (it is easy) and not enough fresh vegetables. And not enough exercise either. Now that I’ve made a habit of getting up early enough to shower before driving over for meditation (a habit I tool up in an effort to invoke a job – by being ready to head off for one) I’m less inclined to take a walk up Phinney Ridge - and get sweaty and require another shower. Must find a way to re-introduce a regular walk at least twice a week.

At a meeting in Wallingford this evening I learn Jerry Needleman will be in town this weekend.

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Al Gore updates his presentation on climate crisis. He 'presents evidence that the pace of climate change may be even worse than scientists were recently predicting, and challenges us to act with a sense of "generational mission" '

Another Monday

Some images from yesterday's walk.


And one from tonight's work with the team at Fremont Abbey.

A cold, but bright Sunday

From a Vanity Fair story on Monsanto:

Monsanto’s genetically modified seeds have transformed the company and are radically altering global agriculture. So far, the company has produced G.M. seeds for soybeans, corn, canola, and cotton. Many more products have been developed or are in the pipeline, including seeds for sugar beets and alfalfa. The company is also seeking to extend its reach into milk production by marketing an artificial growth hormone for cows that increases their output, and it is taking aggressive steps to put those who don’t want to use growth hormone at a commercial disadvantage.

Even as the company is pushing its G.M. agenda, Monsanto is buying up conventional-seed companies. In 2005, Monsanto paid $1.4 billion for Seminis, which controlled 40 percent of the U.S. market for lettuce, tomatoes, and other vegetable and fruit seeds. Two weeks later it announced the acquisition of the country’s third-largest cottonseed company, Emergent Genetics, for $300 million. It’s estimated that Monsanto seeds now account for 90 percent of the U.S. production of soybeans, which are used in food products beyond counting. Monsanto’s acquisitions have fueled explosive growth, transforming the St. Louis–based corporation into the largest seed company in the world.

That is downright frightening.

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Breakfast with JK at Nervous Nellie’s in Ballard. A simple and quiet café in Ballard that is close enough that I walked to meet her. Among other curiosities, they have a bread slicing machine that brought back memories of a bakery job I had when I was in high school.




An afternoon of images. Some made in my studio, some made on an afternoon walk. Those made out doors were often unsuccessful because the wind caused motion I couldn’t account for at the camera settings I wanted to work with.



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Wolfe, from his iPhone with the little studio garden in the background.

Elegant confusion

Got to sleep in until 6:50 this morning! While showering, I set a dozen cookies baking to bring along with me to the day. When I walked in the door at C’s for sitting, the first face I saw was BillR. What a wonderful surprise to have him back in town! Six for sitting. Afterwards, we went separate ways for a short breakfast break and reconvened at Fremont Abbey for the Open Circle. Waiting for Curt to arrive with the key, I remarked to IK that I noticed him drinking something from a thermal cup prior to sitting and mentioned that my training in sitting practice recommended avoiding eating or drinking anything but water. What I’d been told was to do what was necessary to wake up (i.e. wash your face, shower, etc) but to avoid stimulants. It was even recommended that I postpone yoga until after sitting. (That was my particular challenge since, for a long time, I required some preliminary stretching to physically endure sitting.) IK admitted to drinking coffee this morning, though he usually doesn’t. We talked a bit about this and he mentioned it had been recommended to him to try tea with a bit of honey.

A small team for the Open Circle – eight in attendance. A good number though. Curt noted that though there has been guitar playing in the room before, this was our first gathering to make music in this new space we inhabit. The circle began well for me. I was fortunate to have IA on my right. It wasn’t until we tried the 3, minus 1 circulations with the chords, that I got lost. (I discovered later that at least for part of the time, my confusion could have been attributable to IB trying to pass the circulation to me when he should have been passing it to IK. But I am not sure that explains my initial confusion with the exercise.) Ninety minutes is way too short for these sessions. We just get rolling and the time is up. I got a taste of what it is like to have the whole circle in one’s awareness as the notes get passed. I think today maybe my first real experience of a circulation as a player as a result. And I expect it is just the beginning of layers of experience in circulations.

After the Open Circle, IK and I stayed to re-organize the storage closet adjacent to the performance space we’ll be using.

It was hard to take 'before' photos of the room because it was such a mess, there was no context for any of it - but here are two:



And after:





You can now walk into the room.


Of course the floor needed washing afterwards because of all the dust we tracked out. But the job was done.

What does warm feel like?

45 degrees this morning. As I drove to the sitting, I marveled on how I interpret that as ‘warm’ now, whereas a year ago that would have been ‘cold’.

Lunch with several Wellfolk today. People from vastly differently realms. Two are visiting from the San Francisco Bay Area for a vaudeville festival going on in Seattle. The other two are residents of Seattle, one in shipping, the other an eclectic fellow with a background in recording and broadcasting, particularly, employing vintage gear. Interesting to note the term ‘pleasure boaters’ as a derogatory expression.

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The very human tendency to seek meaning, to interpret, to understand, is fraught with difficulties. The one I am most interested in now has to do with prematurely (and quite automatically) assigning meaning and definition, and in so doing, preventing the development of real understanding. Tuesday evening, in an exchange with N, she made an observation that has me now particularly interested in how this manifests between people. Today, in a brief conversation, I tried to simply listen to someone; to simply see who they were in the moment and what they had to say. Remarkably difficult. Particularly since this requires some attention on oneself so as to not lose the effort and get taken up by the intellectual consumption of the conversation.

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More graphics work for TTA today. I made up the discount cards Curt requested for the Fremont Music School and began designing the TTA programs. With about a week left before the first show, this should be then end of the arc for this work for a while.

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Law professor Michael Greenberger on Fresh Air on the subject of the US economy.
http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=89338743

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Tedtalk: David Gallo's peek into life in the sea. For me, the most astonishing segment of this talk is the last minute or so. I find myself overwhelmed with questions about the nature of consciousness of such a being.

Ted Talk

And yet another cold, frozen windshield, morning

Finally cried uncle and agreed to implement the firmware upgrade for the Behemoth, even though it renders obsolete all the profiling work on my gallery-editioned images. Now to see if it solves the problem – which will be hard to determine until I have printed quite a lot of stuff. And since I don’t really have much work waiting to print, well, I’m in a bit of an awkward position. This necessitates a trip to Glazer’s to see about buying some paper. But first a walk with a friend around Green Lake!

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The walk around the lake was the most invigorating part of the day. I am lucky N.W. is so flexible about these walks that they can happen nearly spontaneously. And the little ‘vacation’ into her world is as invigorating as the walk itself. As fascinating as my life is, it has limits. Being able to extend the reach of my experience through her experience is refreshing.

The Glazer’s trip was unsuccessful for buying paper. They simply didn’t have sufficient stock of 24” width papers to make a selection from. I thought it would be easier and cheaper to order online. Not so. The databases and query methods of most of these online stores is a nightmare. I own a 24” printer. Yet there is no way in any of these product searches to exclude sheet paper products, or rolls larger than 24”. That means scrolling through page after page after page of products that I cannot even consider using. This often results in frustration – and anyone designing the ‘user experience’ of such a system would want to stay as far away from that as possible. Amazon.com is probably the worse example of this. Come to think of it though, the physical store I was in earlier today wasn’t much better.

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During the walk with N, it occurred to me that I should share some of the TEDtalks here through my journal. This one of neuroanatomist Jill Bolte Taylor is fascinating as she speaks about her experience of a stroke.

the imposter cat

As he often does, Melvin snoozed in my lap at the morning sitting, At the end, when I looked down at him, he seemed like another cat. It was as though an imposter cat had slipped in. A moment later this impression changed and Melvin was Melvin again. Weird.

The Behemoth still fails to perform consistently – which makes troubleshooting even more difficult. Tonight, I just managed to print out the A-frame posters required for the Tuning The Air season. Doing yoga stretches in the living room while the prints chugged away, I could hear the printhead dragging across the paper - waiting with the dread to hear that all too familiar sound it makes when it comes to a halt mid-print. Out of the three attempts, this happened once. Still, it is a relief to have this done.

The shipment of prints from the Houston gallery arrived today. Reviewing the inventory statement, I see that more than a dozen prints are unaccounted for. After a little research, I scanned in the signed consignment sheets for the missing prints and emailed them back, asking for their help in determining where these prints are. The reply I received indicates that they are taking responsibility for the prints and will investigate.

Another Fremont Abbey night

Bitterly, bitterly cold this morning. Preparing to drive over for the morning sitting, I found my car door frozen shut. Fortunately a good pull got it open. But then the frozen window wouldn’t budge. And since I couldn’t see out of it, and couldn’t lower it, that was a problem. Poured a pitcher of tap water on the door and the windshield to warm the ice up a bit – which worked.

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Purchased two thermometers yesterday so that I might give the landlord objective data regarding the temperature of my apartment. When I woke this morning, the bathroom was 55 degrees, the kitchen 62 degrees. As I was getting ready to leave this morning, the furnace came on.

A long, long day yesterday. At the end, sitting at the High-Life with CG, TM, IA, and IK reviewing our work at Fremont Abbey, my head kept drooping in fatigue. I have concerns that the house isn’t going to have its act together by opening night.

Yesterday, my dentist at the UofW called and said she could slip me into her schedule today, so the morning was spent in the dentist chair for Root Canal - Part I. Part II comes in two weeks. My face is numb and my body worn.

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Dropped by Fremont Abbey to review a few things from last night’s tech session with Nathan. A mix of good and bad news. The curtains planned by the house team won’t fly because they’ll obscure the exit sign. Plus, we still don’t have final resolution of the curtains Nathan is planning to install in the southwest corner of the room. But everything else was fine.

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First meeting at Wallingford tonight after an Easter break. A deep, deep sitting.

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A few images from last night's work at Fremont Abbey: