A proud member of the reality-based community
This site is a member of WebRing. To browse visit here. Monday, February 11, 2008 We have organ! We also have very sore knees from pumping said organ. That's partly because I don't have anything at a suitable height to sit on. The good old desk chair [spinning chair/weaving chair, etc] is substituting for a proper bench or stool, and even at its highest, it's a bit too low. And if I adjust it to be a reasonably good height for the organ, it's way too high for spinning, or anything else. So that problem will have to be addressed before long.There is a little niche on either side of the center pocket on the top of the organ that just cried out for something overly ornate and Victorian. Fortunately, I just happened to have the perfect thing, a pair of gilded pastoral-style statuettes my son gave me about fifteen years ago. Why he thought I would want these I have no idea--they're so far from my usual decorating style that I would never have bought them myself. They've been shoved from one dark corner to another all this time, but now they have the perfect spot.Of course, the problem with buying something like this is that now I must have a piano stool, and although the good old Baptist Hymnal (green cover edition) will do fine for music for now, I will certainly want some real organ music one of these days, and then, if the knees continue to complain, I'm liable to break down and buy an electric pump. It's like yarn--you can't buy just one skein.Speaking of the knees, their condition might actually have something to do with this:Isn't that a lovely sight? Thank God for chain saws. I went out this morning to take the pieces of the computer desk to the landfill and this is what greeted me. It had been my intention to head down the road for some inspections after dumping the desk, but after cutting up the tree and hauling the pieces out of the road, I didn't have time for the work I had planned, and didn't really feel much like driving all day anyway. I'm lucky that the tree fell close enough to the house for me to get to it with the electric chain saw. As it was, I had to use all 200 feet of heavy-duty extension cord. Another 50 feet farther down the driveway and I'd have been cutting it up with a limb saw.The organ turned out to have two little problems that I didn't notice during my test playing--one sour note and one note that makes a lovely grinding chattering sound along with the musical tone. So I guess I'll be hauling it out from the wall and taking the back off it pretty soon. Parts and tools seem to be easily available, and as long as I don't play anything from Phantom of the Opera, I don't hit the two problem keys, lol! posted by Liz @ 8:10 PM | The template is set to display 10 posts. To see all the posts for this month, click on the month name in the Archive section RSS Feed PERSONAL Send email toliz at life-as-a-spectator-sport.com Home I'm a mother, grandmother, a computer professional, Democrat, Christian. I welcome politely worded comments and email, my spam filter throws the rest away, so don't bother to flame me WHY 'LIFE AS A SPECTATOR SPORT' "If you're lucky not to live in the gutters of a slum, but still can't afford to take vacations in the Alps, you're part of that enormous middle class who lives life through the medium of the television, further separated from "real" life by air conditioner, by automobile, by dishwasher, microwave and ice-in-the-door refrigerator, by automatic washer and dryer, and all the other appliances and conveniences that make it possible for America to live life at second hand. I'm not sure why Americans decided that televised drama was better than the real thing, that cardboard microwave food containers were an adequate substitute for real dishes, and their contents for real food, or that cooking, dishwashing and face-to-face conversation wasn't worth the effort and time it required. Someone fed this nation a plastic crate of out-of-season tomatoes and told us it was life and we took them at their word, and we're so much the poorer for it that it's hard to know where to start to list the shortcomings." I wrote this a couple of years ago, but I have to admit it's much less amusing than I thought it would be to see the artifical construct falling apart. THE NON-ELECTRIC HOME Cleaning, 1 Cleaning, 2 Cleaning, 3 KNITTING BLOGS Extravayarnza Knitting Heretic Mind of Winter Pie Knits Persistent Illusion See Eunny Knit The Keyboard Biologist Taleweaver's Ramblings TECHnitting Wendy Knits FINISHED PROJECTS -------FINISHED IN 2006------- Peruvian Cap Tutti-Frutti Socks Shelley's Socks Carol's Socks -------FINISHED IN 2007------- Chain Link Socks Baby Surprise Jacket Valerie & Friend Baby Bonnet Rainbow Baby Socks Girls Pixie Hood Mitred Square Heart Red & White Socks Coffee Cup Pot Holder Nubbins Dishcloth Garterlac Dishcloth Suede Booties Kate's Socks Norwegian Sweet Baby Cap Half Thumbless Mittens Red Mittens for Akkol -------FINISHED IN 2008------- SELF-RELIANCE AND THE FUTURE -- Blogs and websites -- Causubon's Book Club Orlov Food Storage Made Easy From the Wilderness In the Wake Listening to Katrina Survival Topics The Modern Homestead The Oil Drum Notes from a Hillside Farm -- Mailing Lists -- 12vdc Power Living on the Land Rainwater Refrigeration Alternatives Old Ways of Living POLITICAL BLOGS and SITES The political sites have moved BOOKS I'M READING How to Grow More Vegetables, etc. Small Scale Grain Raising ARCHIVES February 2009 January 2009 December 2008 November 2008 October 2008 August 2008 July 2008 May 2008 April 2008 March 2008 February 2008 January 2008 December 2007 November 2007 October 2007 September 2007 August 2007 July 2007 June 2007 May 2007 April 2007 March 2007 February 2007 January 2007 December 2006 November 2006 October 2006 September 2006 August 2006 July 2006 June 2006 May 2006 April 2006 March 2006 February 2006 January 2006 December 2005 November 2005 October 2005 September 2005 August 2005 July 2005 June 2005 May 2005 April 2005 March 2005 February 2005 January 2005 December 2004 November 2004 October 2004 September 2004 August 2004 July 2004 June 2004 May 2004 April 2004 March 2004 February 2004 January 2004 December 2003 November 2003 October 2003 September 2003 August 2003 July 2003 June 2003 May 2003 April 2003 March 2003 February 2003 January 2003 December 2002 November 2002 October 2002 September 2002 August 2002 July 2002 June 2002 May 2002 April 2002 March 2002 February 2002 Feedjit Live Blog Stats
We also have very sore knees from pumping said organ. That's partly because I don't have anything at a suitable height to sit on. The good old desk chair [spinning chair/weaving chair, etc] is substituting for a proper bench or stool, and even at its highest, it's a bit too low. And if I adjust it to be a reasonably good height for the organ, it's way too high for spinning, or anything else. So that problem will have to be addressed before long.There is a little niche on either side of the center pocket on the top of the organ that just cried out for something overly ornate and Victorian. Fortunately, I just happened to have the perfect thing, a pair of gilded pastoral-style statuettes my son gave me about fifteen years ago. Why he thought I would want these I have no idea--they're so far from my usual decorating style that I would never have bought them myself. They've been shoved from one dark corner to another all this time, but now they have the perfect spot.Of course, the problem with buying something like this is that now I must have a piano stool, and although the good old Baptist Hymnal (green cover edition) will do fine for music for now, I will certainly want some real organ music one of these days, and then, if the knees continue to complain, I'm liable to break down and buy an electric pump. It's like yarn--you can't buy just one skein.Speaking of the knees, their condition might actually have something to do with this:Isn't that a lovely sight? Thank God for chain saws. I went out this morning to take the pieces of the computer desk to the landfill and this is what greeted me. It had been my intention to head down the road for some inspections after dumping the desk, but after cutting up the tree and hauling the pieces out of the road, I didn't have time for the work I had planned, and didn't really feel much like driving all day anyway. I'm lucky that the tree fell close enough to the house for me to get to it with the electric chain saw. As it was, I had to use all 200 feet of heavy-duty extension cord. Another 50 feet farther down the driveway and I'd have been cutting it up with a limb saw.The organ turned out to have two little problems that I didn't notice during my test playing--one sour note and one note that makes a lovely grinding chattering sound along with the musical tone. So I guess I'll be hauling it out from the wall and taking the back off it pretty soon. Parts and tools seem to be easily available, and as long as I don't play anything from Phantom of the Opera, I don't hit the two problem keys, lol!
The template is set to display 10 posts. To see all the posts for this month, click on the month name in the Archive section
RSS Feed
PERSONAL
WHY 'LIFE AS A SPECTATOR SPORT'
"If you're lucky not to live in the gutters of a slum, but still can't afford to take vacations in the Alps, you're part of that enormous middle class who lives life through the medium of the television, further separated from "real" life by air conditioner, by automobile, by dishwasher, microwave and ice-in-the-door refrigerator, by automatic washer and dryer, and all the other appliances and conveniences that make it possible for America to live life at second hand. I'm not sure why Americans decided that televised drama was better than the real thing, that cardboard microwave food containers were an adequate substitute for real dishes, and their contents for real food, or that cooking, dishwashing and face-to-face conversation wasn't worth the effort and time it required. Someone fed this nation a plastic crate of out-of-season tomatoes and told us it was life and we took them at their word, and we're so much the poorer for it that it's hard to know where to start to list the shortcomings." I wrote this a couple of years ago, but I have to admit it's much less amusing than I thought it would be to see the artifical construct falling apart.
THE NON-ELECTRIC HOME
Cleaning, 1 Cleaning, 2 Cleaning, 3
KNITTING BLOGS
Extravayarnza Knitting Heretic Mind of Winter Pie Knits Persistent Illusion See Eunny Knit The Keyboard Biologist Taleweaver's Ramblings TECHnitting Wendy Knits
FINISHED PROJECTS
SELF-RELIANCE AND THE FUTURE
POLITICAL BLOGS and SITES
BOOKS I'M READING
How to Grow More Vegetables, etc. Small Scale Grain Raising
ARCHIVES
February 2009 January 2009 December 2008 November 2008 October 2008 August 2008 July 2008 May 2008 April 2008 March 2008 February 2008 January 2008 December 2007 November 2007 October 2007 September 2007 August 2007 July 2007 June 2007 May 2007 April 2007 March 2007 February 2007 January 2007 December 2006 November 2006 October 2006 September 2006 August 2006 July 2006 June 2006 May 2006 April 2006 March 2006 February 2006 January 2006 December 2005 November 2005 October 2005 September 2005 August 2005 July 2005 June 2005 May 2005 April 2005 March 2005 February 2005 January 2005 December 2004 November 2004 October 2004 September 2004 August 2004 July 2004 June 2004 May 2004 April 2004 March 2004 February 2004 January 2004 December 2003 November 2003 October 2003 September 2003 August 2003 July 2003 June 2003 May 2003 April 2003 March 2003 February 2003 January 2003 December 2002 November 2002 October 2002 September 2002 August 2002 July 2002 June 2002 May 2002 April 2002 March 2002 February 2002
Powered by BLOGGER Template made possible by BLOGSKINS.
