Public Service Announcement: If you are expecting uplifting content out of this edition of Songs from the Living Room, it’s not here. Just go on about your business and wish me well unless you want to know what’s happening in the rest of the house.
Well, the washer died. It’s not exactly dead, but it is throwing codes in spite of The Very Handy Husband’s rubber bands and my threats to send it to the crusher. Since I am a woman of my word, I bought a new set yesterday–only the 3rd set in 43 years of marriage. Shiny new appliances will be delivered next week, and the old ones will be carted off. I am under no illusions that laundry will be any more fun.
The Very Handy Husband is quite happy to have no home repair projects on his to-do list for a while, since the lawn is growing an inch a day.
CreateSpace is taking its own sweet time in approving the artwork for Streams for the Soul. My response to inquiries about when the physical CDs will be ready is a standard “couple of weeks.” It’s been a couple of weeks for the last month. Sigh.
We have taken custody of the Granddog for a couple of weeks, so daily afternoon walks–and probably morning ones as well–will be on my agenda. She will attempt to crawl into bed with us. Sometimes we’ll let her stay there.
And the big news: I have applied for licensing for a whole bunch of love songs for a new album. I have new songs to practice, so I have a Project to Accomplish. Projects keep me from getting bored and trying to do dumb stuff like cover the deck railings in crocheted slipcovers. Recording this album will probably take place after dark, after the neighbors have finished their construction projects for the day. Love songs and irregular hammer-and-nails percussion just don’t mix. I might not be opposed to a good thunderstorm, though–I had a record in high school which had thunder in the background.
May your living room have good things to look forward to.
Songs from the Living Room 