(okay, with Wende’s help I’ve now uploaded this to YouTube. And no, I never claimed to be Jane Campion. I couldn’t figure out how to edit this properly so let it load before you watch or you’ll get hopelessly annoyed with the stop and start. I mean, even more annoyed. But, you know, it’s my kid so I think it’s cute.)
Alright. Hopefully, you missed it. That was back to too much nonsense. But if it’s okay with Ms. Wende, I’ll use her assistance to post a video of the perfect cast when we go fly fishing in Puget Sound next week.
It’s been a frustrating few days around here. It’s as though the day is clear and sunny but there’s no wind to power the sails. Abby and her best friend came over and went with us to Millennium Park for a concert; I had some wonderfully funny video footage from that the girls made on the sly and I wanted to share it with you. Much of the weekend was spent figuring out how to edit, splice, and put together a clip and that was fraught with problems around decompressors and operating systems and so forth- all stuff I don’t understand. Finally I had it ready but it’s not properly formatted for WordPress. I tried to open a YouTube account but can’t find the e-mails confirming my new account there in any mailbox, spam or otherwise. Then I tried to figure out how to post a wmv file here and I have to buy upgrade space and oh, blah,blah,blah. I probably did a little too much over the weekend between going to concerts and movies in the parks two nights in a row and then Chinatown yesterday. I wanted to get there in time to join (and finally meet) friends for dim sum but depended on another friend to drive, arrived late and dim sum was over. We ate at one of the hundreds of restaurants there; I now suspect it’s the one that has not discovered the merits of refrigeration and so it goes. You see? Nothing major, just way too many minor challenges to feeling productive or perky.
So, today, there’s absolutely nothing to report and you’re missing the funniest little video ever- too bad. It includes the girls disembodied hands busily spelling out “HELP” with frantic little stick figure people, all done in blades of grass on the concrete walk and Mahler’s Fifth swelling majestically in the background. They wanted to go play pool or jello wrestle for money or whatever else it is they do instead of sharing quality time with a dozen middle aged sots lolling in lawn chairs and listening to classical music on a Friday evening.
So you can imagine how I was doubly stung when I read that Miz Mary and HER daughter enjoy driving through the countryside listening to the original Lolita on old tape cassettes, discussing the merits of that piece of literature. I haven’t figured out exactly what comment to leave over there yet that would lead her to believe I find that
peculiar charming without sound disingenuous. Sigh.
I’m off to the zoo, quick like a bunny, and I’ll take my camera. The least I can do is capture a picture for you. Check later; perhaps something will turn up today.