With some waving of my hands
Another playoff round is underway, in Canadian university football. Laval whupped one of the lesser pretendants to the crown this afternoon, while another moved into the forecourt. Next week, things get serious.
Down on the Island, electrical power is “flickery”, due to high winds. The whole “should we or shouldn’t we” debate (about installing a standby generator) is pretty much resolved. Keep things local, as such.
Watched a moving documentary about a musician who can no longer play, as a result of debilitating illness. A very high price to pay. Thankfully, his support group has put together a workaround. I’m not sure where he (Jason Becker) resides in my musical spectrum, but the web offers examples…
What goes with those idiotic phone calls from numbers that belong to nobody? Worse, nobody speaks when you answer, other than a cryptic beep or two. I’d block you if I could, or talk to you, impolitely, if the occasion presented itself. Just making my phone ring is dull.
Watching home improvement shows leads to expensive dreams. Today, I learned to lag a Lally, mix in a Madison strip and imagine a brighter kitchen thanks to LED tapes and lights. Nothing free. I guess I’ll proceed, slowly.
For those within earshot, take note (or an approximation thereof). According to the news, I might have to heat up the soldering iron and assemble another kit. Seems that the theremin is back in favour. I could learn to play it, with some appropriate hand waving. You could learn to applaud. Symbiosis.
