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Cat Flyinglow's Day Off
May. 18th, 2012 09:47 pmI took a Day Off today. My first in I think about three weeks. I rendered the first nine songs of the album (the ones where the mixing and tweaks are done--the other 12 mostly require only tweaks but sometimes that turns into full-fledged mixing) and dropped them on my iPod by 8:15 am, then drove down to attend the Maryville High School boat launch.
It was a gorgeous day for it. Temps in the mid 80s, so not too hot (which it is perfectly capable of being, by now) and a gorgeous sunny day with the lightest of breezes. The woodshop boats were nice, as they always are, and half of the boatbuilding students were missing because it was the Very Last Day Of School, which made things relatively peaceful. Even though two of the students did manage to tip their canoe with great shouts of distress. While fighting over whose fault it was they couldn't steer, if I remember correctly.
Moxie was beautiful, and handled quite nicely, and everyone admired her, as is only her due. I let Martin take her out, and he brought her back saying how nicely she handled and how well she tracked.
Martin retired--well, I think it's a couple more days before it kicks in officially. However it turns out he will still be teaching his two favorite classes (woodshop and boat building) part time for the next year at least. And if that works out well, maybe for a while after that. So I haven't lost my "in" at Maryville High. (Whew.)
We had burgers and hot dogs for lunch--and plenty for everyone and then some, since half the students didn't show up. Martin's assistant (whose name I can't place at the moment) tried at one point to startle me into the water by sneaking up behind me and grabbing my ribs while I was sitting on the retaining wall getting ready to drop down into knee deep water, and warning Martin's grandson (six) to stay back so if I slipped and fell in I wouldn't land on him and hurt him.
"I was going to throw you in" she said. I looked at her for a moment and said "If you had, I would have thrown *you* in." I was quite serious, because I didn't think it was a very nice thing to do. But I left it at that.
The afternoon drew on and I decided I had to leave, and said goodbye to everyone, and as I was getting ready to paddle back around the point to the take-out, she said "Next time I will throw you in."
"And I'll throw *you* in. Don't wear jeans," I said. Because if she'd thrown me in today, she would have learned that wet jeans are quite uncomfortable.
The songs don't sound that great in the car. Some of it is just adjusting levels, but some of it is that the harmonies come apart in the car noise, and I don't think there's anything mixing can do about that. I was somewhat cheered to discover that a filk CD I'm quite fond of has the same problem, though.
Now I am going to bed. Tomorrow I will start work early to try and catch up.
It was a gorgeous day for it. Temps in the mid 80s, so not too hot (which it is perfectly capable of being, by now) and a gorgeous sunny day with the lightest of breezes. The woodshop boats were nice, as they always are, and half of the boatbuilding students were missing because it was the Very Last Day Of School, which made things relatively peaceful. Even though two of the students did manage to tip their canoe with great shouts of distress. While fighting over whose fault it was they couldn't steer, if I remember correctly.
Moxie was beautiful, and handled quite nicely, and everyone admired her, as is only her due. I let Martin take her out, and he brought her back saying how nicely she handled and how well she tracked.
Martin retired--well, I think it's a couple more days before it kicks in officially. However it turns out he will still be teaching his two favorite classes (woodshop and boat building) part time for the next year at least. And if that works out well, maybe for a while after that. So I haven't lost my "in" at Maryville High. (Whew.)
We had burgers and hot dogs for lunch--and plenty for everyone and then some, since half the students didn't show up. Martin's assistant (whose name I can't place at the moment) tried at one point to startle me into the water by sneaking up behind me and grabbing my ribs while I was sitting on the retaining wall getting ready to drop down into knee deep water, and warning Martin's grandson (six) to stay back so if I slipped and fell in I wouldn't land on him and hurt him.
"I was going to throw you in" she said. I looked at her for a moment and said "If you had, I would have thrown *you* in." I was quite serious, because I didn't think it was a very nice thing to do. But I left it at that.
The afternoon drew on and I decided I had to leave, and said goodbye to everyone, and as I was getting ready to paddle back around the point to the take-out, she said "Next time I will throw you in."
"And I'll throw *you* in. Don't wear jeans," I said. Because if she'd thrown me in today, she would have learned that wet jeans are quite uncomfortable.
The songs don't sound that great in the car. Some of it is just adjusting levels, but some of it is that the harmonies come apart in the car noise, and I don't think there's anything mixing can do about that. I was somewhat cheered to discover that a filk CD I'm quite fond of has the same problem, though.
Now I am going to bed. Tomorrow I will start work early to try and catch up.
