CU1 is learning classical guitar. We have a basic full size on order with the local music shop, a one woman band (so as to speak). This morning I had to drop her off at school after visiting the dentist. On the way back I decided to drop into the music shop and check out how the guitar acquisition was going.
CU1s guitar had not yet arrived - however there were a couple of basic student type basses on the floor. So i decided to stop dicking about and bought one. I can't say much other than it has 4 strings and came with a 15W practise amp.
So now I just have to learn to play the thing. I noodled around for 5 minutes and worked out how to play the C Major scale - I am teh guitar wizz.
Another item I have mentioned in the past is the chopper project. This is taking my 30 year old totally original factory chop, and making it better/stronger/faster - yet keeping the understated UJMness of the machine intact.
The bike stands have been ordered and the easy part of the project - stripping the beast down - starts on Sunday. I have decided that Sunday will be project chopper diary day, in which I will document this momentous effort.
This weeks effort will be in cleaning the shed bay, setting up the tools and taking off all the body work. If I get really energetic, I might drop the motor this week - I will see.
So far I have budgeted 6k for the job. The six thousand dollar chopper. She will be better than she was; better, faster, stronger...
Another 5 week stint in the cold north is over. Although I set off with some trepidation, I quite enjoyed myself there. EFSD (Evil Finnish Sales Director) was totally nice, and seems to have discovered the concept of working as a team. If he continues like this I will have to drop the E from his moniker.
The CTO was even relatively sedate. However this seems to have changed since I have come back home, and we are dropping back into the cycle of ridiculous time frames, and them massive abuse when they are not met. The good thing these days is that I just do not care - the worst thing they can do is fire me, and then I get to spend all my time back home, not too much of a downside.
Not too much else on the work front - in the middle of quite an important project (not the evil bastard project, but another) that we are supposed to certify next Friday. Unfortunately our communications provider is playing hard to get and we have no comms. I can see that once again a third party is going to cause a flap, but I will get arse reamed for it - <shrug>.
Mrs C is now in a wheelchair, and will be for at least the next 5 weeks. As a result there are certain areas of the house she just cannot go - including my study, but also the kids bedrooms. I believe we are all currently taking advantage of this fact in our own ways.
After the 5 weeks are up the cast comes off, and the quacks decide whether to put her in for another 2 weeks of cast action, or if the improvement is enough, it's off the physio.
CU2 goes to a small private Christian school - not because we are god botherers, but more because after 5 years of being taught at home, we felt that he would not adapt to a big school mentality. I lay off the organised religion bashing when he is around (so as not to confuse him), and when asked about questions of religion state my usual semi agnostic party line.
Tonight the P&C is having a camp-out on the school grounds - I have been informed by the wheelchair bound dictator of the household I must attend. I have just come to the horrifying realisation that the night will probably be spent sitting around a fire singing hymns. I must charge up my hip flask, and hope for the best. I hope no one asks me for my religious views - we will be excommunicated for sure.
The bright side - they are not Micks, so I might stand a chance. Also maybe I can tell them that I am a Pastafarian, as I find FSM far more believable (or at least as believable) than most incarnations of the ISG.
Not mine, and probably seen before, but still funny...
|< Decisions, decisions. | BBC White season: 'Rivers of Blood' >|