Generic Update
Oct. 3rd, 2006 11:40 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lenora_roseI've had a cold over the weekend and today, and Colin has been worse off, so neither of us made archery on Monday.
I hate it when a character hijacks your head. Especially when it's the wrong character, from the wrong project. LABYRINTH, dammit (Gerald just snorts in amusement, and points out it's far from the first time he's been overruled or subverted.) Ah, well, I've managed to get a little done on that, too. Not enough, and mostly handwritten, not keyed in the computer. But I'm going to tell each and every one of these characters SHUT UP! soon: I need to write an essay or two as well. I'm starting to know what to say for the one ofr 16th Century Literature (though I'm *this* close to trying to also sneak in references to 21st century sonnetry).
The first choir meeting I made it to last Thursday almost had me walk out before I got past the door - in part becuase there wasn't a single other alto there. I was only stopped by the fact that, as it happens, another alto walked in behind me adn thus not only knew about me, but sicne she went straight into the sanctuary, drew everyone's attention our way. I still hesitated, until the director snarked at me that if i was signing, I should get up there and sing. That, particularly his tone, whichw asn't friendly snark, almost had me leave again. The only person who made me feel significantly comfortable or welcomed was the woman who'd come in after me, who is so generally friendly she couldn't help it (Though one of the other women did help me out a bit with the music, and at the end, one tenor made a point of asking me if I needed a lift, as it was drizzling.)
Having been there for the practice, and my cold not yet far advanced, I felt it made a lot more sense to show up early Sunday and go through with the choir thing, even if I knew I'd sound pretty hoarse. And Sunday, several people seemed to make more friendly gestures, and more significant ones. I decided to chalk the Thursday up to me arriving late and without forewarning. I still get the impression the choir director couldn't care less, and I still have that general feeling that I fit in better with the church than with the subgroup of the choir. But I'll stick with it. I'd better.
Most of the rest of the Sunday was taken up with Barony stuff; poster design meeting, as it happens. I'm supposed to come up with the rough text for same. So far I've msotly been working over it in the back of my mind, not on paper. I'll take the notebook to the university tomorrow.
As of Saturday, we have a few dresses that are so very nearly perfect for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
brannie_bird. Minor frustration; the one that seems the most likely front-runner is *not* at the store whose salespeople we like best (The one I ordered my dress from; to make thie sentence yet more confusingly digressive, I didn't actually try on my dress at the place I ordered it from -- I got them to order it beacuase it was cheaper *and* I liked them better), but it's a style they can't get, as it's *designed* by the owner of the store we found it in. Though my salesladies did their damnedest to find every possible dress that would fit Brannie's taste and her build,a nd I think they have the second and third place picks so far.
Oh, horrors. More shopping.
I hate it when a character hijacks your head. Especially when it's the wrong character, from the wrong project. LABYRINTH, dammit (Gerald just snorts in amusement, and points out it's far from the first time he's been overruled or subverted.) Ah, well, I've managed to get a little done on that, too. Not enough, and mostly handwritten, not keyed in the computer. But I'm going to tell each and every one of these characters SHUT UP! soon: I need to write an essay or two as well. I'm starting to know what to say for the one ofr 16th Century Literature (though I'm *this* close to trying to also sneak in references to 21st century sonnetry).
The first choir meeting I made it to last Thursday almost had me walk out before I got past the door - in part becuase there wasn't a single other alto there. I was only stopped by the fact that, as it happens, another alto walked in behind me adn thus not only knew about me, but sicne she went straight into the sanctuary, drew everyone's attention our way. I still hesitated, until the director snarked at me that if i was signing, I should get up there and sing. That, particularly his tone, whichw asn't friendly snark, almost had me leave again. The only person who made me feel significantly comfortable or welcomed was the woman who'd come in after me, who is so generally friendly she couldn't help it (Though one of the other women did help me out a bit with the music, and at the end, one tenor made a point of asking me if I needed a lift, as it was drizzling.)
Having been there for the practice, and my cold not yet far advanced, I felt it made a lot more sense to show up early Sunday and go through with the choir thing, even if I knew I'd sound pretty hoarse. And Sunday, several people seemed to make more friendly gestures, and more significant ones. I decided to chalk the Thursday up to me arriving late and without forewarning. I still get the impression the choir director couldn't care less, and I still have that general feeling that I fit in better with the church than with the subgroup of the choir. But I'll stick with it. I'd better.
Most of the rest of the Sunday was taken up with Barony stuff; poster design meeting, as it happens. I'm supposed to come up with the rough text for same. So far I've msotly been working over it in the back of my mind, not on paper. I'll take the notebook to the university tomorrow.
As of Saturday, we have a few dresses that are so very nearly perfect for
brannie_bird. Minor frustration; the one that seems the most likely front-runner is *not* at the store whose salespeople we like best (The one I ordered my dress from; to make thie sentence yet more confusingly digressive, I didn't actually try on my dress at the place I ordered it from -- I got them to order it beacuase it was cheaper *and* I liked them better), but it's a style they can't get, as it's *designed* by the owner of the store we found it in. Though my salesladies did their damnedest to find every possible dress that would fit Brannie's taste and her build,a nd I think they have the second and third place picks so far.Oh, horrors. More shopping.
