Thursday again...

[pensnest]

... which is why I'm awake and posting at twenty past one. It's hard to wind down after chorus, particularly when my Beast went into town today to get me flowers (yellow roses and crysanths!) and also brought back a gold-flaked brownie for me which I finished when I got home from rehearsal. Om nom.

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Birds were chattering at each other in the garden this morning. Despite the (very mild) frost, I guess spring is very much on the way. The sky was wonderfully clear last night, and the stars looked so beautiful.

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I had three of the barbershop ladies round here yesterday evening to see if we might make up a quartet. It went quite well, and it was fun to sing in a little group, so, we’ll see. I’m now on the look-out for songs that would be enjoyable and different—the chorus necessarily sings songs that are broad-spectrum appeal (which mostly means a bit bland), but with only four of us to please, we could be more adventurous. As long as the bass line doesn't include anything below bottom E, because D is really hard and I cannot stretch to a C.

We’ll be doing Bohemian Rhapsody at harmony college (new polecat), which should be awesome.

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Evidence of wasted time: I just score 4096 again AND managed to get another 2048 onto the board at the same time. Total score 66,760. I should spend more time with my knitting. Which I have just frogged *again* because it wasn't working. I shall try a really simple (boring) lace scarf and see if I can use up the damn yarn!

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We got the first season of Agent Carter for Christmas and have just watched it—and found, to my delight, that one of the uncounted zillions of channels Virgin supplies is showing season two. So I’ve seen up to S2 Ep2. No spoilers, thank you!

And I love the show! Peggy Carter is the best!

But. I have an odd problem. Whenever Sousa is onscreen I am firmly reminded of Lance Bass’s husband. A side-by-side comparison reveals many differences, but still, the overall impression is quite striking.

Comments

[watervole]

If you know a friendly toddler, knitting socks for them is an easy way of using up all sorts of bits of yarn.

[pensnest]

I don't! But there is a local scheme that collects muff-like thingummies for use in hospitals and old people's homes, sensory bands, they're called, which help people with dementia to settle quietly and just fiddle with the lumps and textures of the bands. Truly splendid stashbusters, and useful. I may have to do some more of those.

[turps]

A quartet sounds like it could be a lot of fun. I hope you'll all be head banging while singing Bohemian Rhapsody.

You know, now you've said that I can see that about Michael and Sousa.

[pensnest]

I was certainly rocking out while listening to the arrangement!

[ephemera]

Now you've said that, I can kind of see what you mean about Sousa - especially in the west-coast summer wardrobe. (So the best!)

(new polecat) ?? I am easily confused!

[pensnest]

Michael is a bit more smoothly chiselled, I think, but there's definitely a resemblance.

A polecat song is one that all the barbershoppers learn so that we can sing together en masse. (I'm guessing that men learn different ones.) Which is something I've not yet experienced, but it should be fun!

[ephemera]

Ahh - that kind of makes sense in that context. Thank you ;)

[rikes]

Well done, Beast!

The quartet sounds like a lot of fun, fingers crossed that it'll work out!

[pensnest]

Today, Beast has been working on dismantling the hearth in the dining room. Hammer, chisel, determination. He is a noble Beast.

[turlough]

I thought spring was on its way here too but I ought to have known better. It was -9C last night and this afternoon it snowed heavily. It is only February after all...

A quartet sounds fun. I hope it will be a success.

But the nice thing with yarn is that you don't have to use it up. It won't get bad with age after all. Put it in a cupboard on an outer wall and think of it as extra insulation :-)

[pensnest]

It has got chillier here, too, although not *that* chilly.

I dunno... I have luscious yarns squirrelled away, and it seems so wrong not to use them up. And have head and drawer space for more, newer, luscious yarns! This particular yarn is a lovely silk in a sorta silver beige (also a pink skein and a purple skein and a mixed skein), which feels super and has an infuriating tendency to twist before it gets to the needles. But I think I've found the right pattern for it at last.