Today I worked from home, and I didn't want to run into that crazy stalker woman again, so at lunch I drove to Governor's Island and took a walk there. Seriously, if that woman had confronted me while I was on the property of her condo association and told me to get lost, that wouldn't have been strange (except for the part where I still can't figure out how she knew I wasn't one of the hundreds of other people who live there), but the fact that she followed me home to see where I live really weirded me out. Governor's Island was lovely, and maybe I'll just do that from now on, since being salaried means I don't have to watch the clock as carefully on my lunch break.
In the evening Travalon and I went to the Shamrock Club picnic. The woman who takes lots of photos took two of me, one with Travalon and one with my Irish teacher, but they are both terrible. In the first one my red eyes are a lovely contrast to my Kelly green shirt, and in the second one they are closed. Usually this woman takes good photos. The Currach played background music, and I knew every tune they played. It was so much fun to see everyone, and while the weather was hotter than we'd expected, at least it wasn't storming like the day the picnic was originally scheduled.
On the way home I suddenly thought of an activity book Ma Hat's parents had given me (or my brother?) about the origins of making movies, with activities like flip books and stuff. What I remember is the images in it were REALLY racist, but as a kid I thought they were cool cartoon creatures and didn't realize they were supposed to be black people. I tried to do a Google search and even asked ChapGPT if it had any idea what this book was (it vanished long ago), but no dice. Sometimes I see stuff like that in antique shops, and it reminds me of how cool I thought this book was, because I had no idea at the time that it was insulting other people. Weird that there was still stuff like that around in the 70's, and it's embarrassing to think how enamored I was of it.
At home I dug around in the closet, trying to find the missing chin rest and shoulder rest for my good violin. I did poach the chin rest off the crap violin, which has no bow and no E string, but then I did find the other chin rest deep in the closet, so I put both back on the respective violins. No luck finding the shoulder rest, and I still have gut strings for the D and the G, so I may still get relentlessly mocked by the other fiddlers, but at least this makes me feel a little less weird. Restringing it might be too much to do before my fiddling class, but it's possible I'll have time to buy a shoulder rest on Saturday.
Today I apparently confounded DuoLingo:
Also, Jilly Moose sent me this photo of her moose herd chillaxin' on her bed:
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