Day of Annoyances for Both of Us

 

Today was not a great day for either Travalon or me. My iPhone had updated overnight, so a bunch of my apps were grayed out, including DuoLingo and FitBit. This meant I couldn't do my morning Portuguese lessons, and more importantly, it meant I didn't notice that my FitBit battery was dangerously low until I got to work. Oddly, the grayed-out apps came to life at work when I pressed them, while at home nothing I did worked. I called Travalon to ask if he could bring my FitBit charger to work, and he sent me a photo that I said was the right thing, but when he arrived, it was my old FitBit charger. He wanted to get a haircut today, but they told him there was a wait, so he went to four different stores looking for a charger for me. However, my FitBit must be out of date, because nobody had one in stock. That wasted all his free time before work, and then at work the kids were running amok. Worst of all, he had a long meeting after work, so he missed our ukulele strum tonight, when the songs were all about trains. We've been listening to train songs in the car.

My FitBit charge was getting lower and lower, but I had high hopes going to my blood donation appointment. However, nobody there had a FitBit; they either had a cheap knockoff or an Apple watch, which is more expensive. When I got there, there was one beach towel left, and I felt bad to take it, but they said I was the last appointment this afternoon (which seems odd, since it was only 2:30), and there were no walk-ins after me. The beach towel is beautiful.

Since I was the last donation today, they told me to take as many snacks as I wanted. They did say a ukulele strum sounded like the perfect evening after donating blood, since it's so relaxing. I also got a lot of work done today and am feeling slightly more caught up. Then in the evening I went to the ukulele strum, and while the people seemed less friendly today, the songs were excellent. Lots of Johnny Cash, and almost everything was a 1-4-5 song. There were just enough weird chords to make it interesting. Afterwards Travalon and I had dinner on the Lone Girl's roof, and we were the last ones up there. When we got home, I began searching for the FitBit charger, and then Travalon found it on the floor by the couch - how on earth did it get there? The last place I'd seen it was either the table by my easy chair in the living room or the table on the porch. Anyway, St. Anthony and Travalon came through for me.

Meanwhile, my phone was running a bit low on charge too, but DuoLingo was sending me a very threatening message.

I charged the phone during Night Prayer and then did half an hour of DuoLingo, so the owl should be happy. In the meantime, my FitBit got charged up to 100%, so all my little first world problems were solved. Oh yeah, during the ukulele strum a guy was giving out cans of coffee-flavored beer, so I took one and liked it but didn't finish it. Travalon had the rest of that, and then we also got a small glass of the house raspberry sour and split that. It was very pleasant up on the roof, since things had cooled down. It was very hot today at lunchtime when Seabird, Hardingfelde, and I took a walk to check out the blooming black locusts. We kept running from shade patch to shade patch. Hopefully tomorrow is slightly less hot and also less annoying for both Travalon and me.

I forgot to post this yesterday: we saw lupine in bloom yesterday when we walked at Jackson's Landing.

It felt like a little piece of the Necedah Wildlife Preserve right here in Madison.

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Samba Sunday

 

Once again today, the parking lot was completely full at church, but we saw a couple leaving so we grabbed their spot quickly as others also circled around like sharks, looking for one. There was a baptism, which was probably part of the cause, and there were also kids from the school singing with the praise band, all dressed in neon shirts. They sure were cute. So many cute kids at church! Then Travalon and I did the process for recycling the plastic, and the guy who taught us last week was hovering around to help. The most complicated part is getting the luggage scale to work. I don't know what the company does with most of the plastic it recycles, but the church recycled enough last year that it got a plastic bench that I have personally sat upon. Maybe we'll get another one this year.

Today at my drum lesson it really started to click. Last week was helpful, with the singer and other instruments, but today I really, really heard how all the drum parts fit together, and how the drumming goes with the stepping. It's like a dance, and like choral singing. We were really playing samba! To my right were two other surdo players, including a really good one, and I was trying to follow what they were doing. To my left was the guy playing the reposta, and he was really screwing around and being on the wrong foot. He kept talking at one point, prompting the teacher to tell him to zip it. The really good surdo player said of course I couldn't keep track of where I was with him crashing into me. The reposta is the second biggest drum, playing a slightly higher note while the marcaçao plays the deepest note, and I could find my rhythm when the reposta player was in the right spot. They go boom BOOM boom BOOM, on the beat, and we are doing syncopated rhythms against them. When it all fits together, like the parts in a Victoria choral work, it's magical. And in case you are wondering, the reposta is pronounced heh-POST-ah because of course it is. In Brazilian Portuguese, all starting R's are pronounced as H's.  

Meanwhile, there was a protest I didn't learn about until later, and Travalon was watching the Badgers men's basketball team lose by 2 points in a heartbreaker against USC. When he got home, we ate dinner and then he took me to band practice. It was at the house of our newest fiddler, with her adorable toddler son, her husband, and her in-laws who are from Romania. Our leader the guitarist was there too, so at first she played the chords, and I played the melody to help the new fiddler who doesn't know the tunes, but this was on the mandolin so it doesn't make as much sound. Then Hardingfele came, and she is a strong fiddler who knows the tunes, so I went back to chords and ornaments and was having a great time when the leader asked what time it was. I suddenly realized it was the time Travalon was going to pick me up, and then he texted, so I headed outside. He brought me a decaf pandan latte, and as we drove home, we listened to "National Brotherhood Week" by Tom Lehrer because it seemed relevant. It felt even more relevant when I was on Night Prayer and someone was praying for these thugs who are murdering people in Minneapolis and justifying the murders. To quote Tom Lehrer, "Some people do not love their fellow man, and I hate people like that!" I intensely disliked this person from the get-go and felt very bad about that until finding out their extreme political position - now I feel justified in my disgust. 

For the last few days I have felt like something wonderful is coming, even though I have no evidence for this and things just keep getting worse in this country. I did feel like something terrible was coming just before the pandemic, but upon further reflection maybe my joy is just from making a lot of music with other people lately. I did have a wonderful dream several nights ago about all the joy I've shared with Travalon when we stood in shared awe together, but then again I also had a dream very recently where the Pink Panther ran a restaurant, and all the employees were also Pink Panthers, but they were dressed in Brazilian costumes and playing music instead of working. Travalon had one recently about a purple bridge with a cartoon face trying to kill him. Do any of these dreams mean anything? I think one of mine just means I have samba on the brain. With apologies to Peter Tosh, I have samba-myelitis.

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Happy Thanksgiving 2025

 

Yesterday I was feeling a lot better, so I worked on campus. Seabird was going home at noon, so she and I were going to walk on our morning break, but when we went to go outside, we could see the snow was blowing sideways, so we chickened out and went back upstairs to talk to another member of FART 5. Then this colleague and I went on a walk at lunch, talking about good hiking spots and snakes and other random outdoorsy stuff. I can't remember if I mentioned that we got a new fridge at work and that I suggested naming it Nat King Cool, which was the winning (and only) entry in the naming contest, so our chair asked me to print out a photo of Nat King Cole and stick it on the fridge.

As my readers may remember, we also got a new fridge at home (and I wrote a short article about it that got published in Guidepost magazine and got paid $50 for it), so Travalon named that one either Calvin Coolfridge or Rita Coolfridge, I'll have to let him clarify.

Anyway, Happy Thanksgiving!

(I hope I don't get sued out of existence for using that image.) Travalon and I had a quiet morning at home, and I noticed something shocking: my dragon bunnies have 6 7 on their ears!

OK, technically they have 7 6, and if you don't work around kids, this may mean nothing to you anyway, but I've had these stuffies long before 6 7 was a thing. Teachers have to listen to kids say, "Six seven!" all day long, and this includes Travalon. We finally looked up the "song" this comes from a few weeks ago, and to say it's a rap song is unfair to rap, and especially to songs. As one person commented, "At least this monstrosity will never get stuck in my head!" I don't remember ever hearing the song on the radio - was it a huge hit? How do the kids all know it? Why do they like it? It is (and I say this in a world full of Kardashians) The Stupidest Thing Ever.

Then we watched the Packers beat the Lions in a very exciting game. Speaking of Nat King Cole, we wrote this song (you know the tune):

    L is for the way he launched that ball,

    O is how he threw it over them all,

    V is very, very extraordinary,

    E is even more points you know that he could score.

    Love is the greatest quarterback of all,

    Love has the launch codes for that ball.

    

That's about as far as we got, and I stole that line about Love having the launch codes from a tweet after one of his amazing touchdowns. We composed it while strolling around the neighborhood after the game and meeting a new neighbor who had moved from Travalon's hometown of Pewaukee.

As usual, we went to Rich's house for Thanksgiving dinner. We usually supply the turkey, but someone from Night Prayer got a free turkey at work and donated it, so I thought of making a pumpkin pie, but the guy who always brings four desserts was coming, so I was going to make cranberry sauce since Kathbert wasn't coming... and then someone else was bringing that. Travalon and I brought a bunch of leftover containers we had accumulated around the house, but wouldn't you know that someone brought a whole bunch of those professional-looking cardboard ones like you get at restaurants? So we were basically moochers. The turkey was delicious and juicy, and Cecil Markovitch brought a bean salad, the Dairyman's Daughter brought cheese curds and some cranberry sauce left over from her family dinner, Luxuli and Prairie Man made mashed potatoes and sweet potatoes and brought rolls and asparagus that someone else prepared who couldn't come at the last minute, and the family with three boys brought chocolate truffles made by the middle son and cranberry sauce. Other people were there too, like Hockey Girl (I feel like she brought something but I can't remember what - oh yeah, eggnog, and so did the Dairyman's Daughter), and the retired astronomy professor, and a guy from the Night Prayer group. And, of course, the man who makes all the desserts and his son; today he made a cannoli cake, a cranberry no-bake cheesecake, a maple chess pie, and a pecan pie, with two flavors of whipped cream: coffee and maple. And lest you think we didn't have my very favorite part of Thanksgiving dinner - stuffing - Rich made that too. I tried tiny bites of everything, except Rich gave me a generous slice of turkey and a generous scoop of stuffing from inside the bird, and I couldn't hack any dessert so I took a piece of each in one of those fancy leftover containers. 

The boys were so entertaining. The youngest is six, and when we told a few child-friendly jokes, he decided to try his hand at writing jokes, so they were like this: "Knock knock! (Who's there?) Chicken pushing eggs off your head onto the ground!" and "How do cows drink? Moo moo suck through a straw!" He was also fascinated with a planetary handheld pinball game, my Mardi Gras beads, and the piano action I had built a quarter of a century ago when I was studying piano tuning. (I believe Rich called my action a "motion," but he also called the piano "the typewriter.") The oldest is a teenager, and he has actually learned about the concept of equal temperament, plus he got Rich's gyroscope to work. The middle one is a preteen who wore a jaunty cowboy hat, and when he asked my favorite cartoon character and I said, "Honestly, I love the Coyote and Roadrunner," he said, "Those are also my favorites!" Both the older boys are studying German with Hockey Girl, and they both played Rich's badly out of tune "typewriter." I'm afraid that I remember so little about piano tuning that if I tried to do it now, I'd just make it worse, and besides, I never learned how to do it in anything but the dreaded equal temperament. Also, Rich has three "typewriters" in his house; this one in the living room used to be a player piano, but the equipment inside has long since been lost, then there is a functional player piano in the dining room, and there is a third one from Kathbert's mom's house in the family room. Maybe those are in better tune, if anything in equal temperament can truly be called "better." Better than totally out of tune? That's fair.

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I Was Not the Cause of the Problem, but I Could Be Part of the Solution

 

This morning I worked on campus, and things started in a most unsettling way, when I went to the bathroom, and as soon as I flushed, a cockroach scurried out from under the toilet seat with its wings outstretched. Had I been thinking, I would have "unalived" it (as the kids are saying, probably due to some TikTok filter), but due to both my shock and my natural abhorrence for killing another living creature not for eating or self-defense, I just ran out of the stall and washed my hands extra well. After all, I was not going to eat the cockroach, and it certainly wasn't threatening my life. Today it was only we ladies working on campus, so I warned the others, and my young coworker said, "I am not using that bathroom for the rest of the week!" and then she ordered some cockroach spray. I reported the cockroach to the building manager, who said he would have the exterminator come look at things. Now I find a cockroach a lot less scary than cockroach spray or whatever the exterminator uses - who needs to breathe in all that poison? - but I seem to be in the minority. I continued to use the bathroom the rest of the day, figuring the cockroach had moved on to darker pastures, and I never saw it or any of its relatives again.

I was on campus for our monthly Congressional meeting, where I hung out with my Union peeps. We're kind of a bloc of people there. There are other blocs, like the Trades people. My colleague used to be in Congress, but now she's a different class of employee so she can't be in it. I think it's my fault that my Union peeps are now in Congress, because I convinced them that, since Act 10, the Union can't do that much, but maybe we could change things via shared governance. There were cookies and beverages at the meeting, and there were lots of leftovers, so I took a couple of cookies for Travalon and a second bottle of water for myself.

Travalon had his first day of cooking at the Club. He kind of enjoyed it, but he did say it was hot in the kitchen. It probably didn't help that it was so hot outside, getting into the 90's. I walked with my colleague, but we went slowly and stayed in the shade.

Travalon picked me up from work, then we went to the health club and swam in the outdoor pool. That was wonderful, but I was bummed to have forgotten my shampoo and conditioner at home. Then in the locker room, as I was getting dressed, a girl of about nine pranced in, followed by her mother. They didn't look Latina, but they were speaking in Spanish as they put stuff in a locker not far from mine. The girl was saying, "She's a pig, she's a pig!" and the mother was saying, "Don't say that!" so I assumed she was talking about a kid in her class... and then suddenly I realized she was talking about me! Now let me assure you that this kid was not thin herself, nor was her mother, so kind of the pot calling the kettle black, in my opinion. I looked over, and she was looking at me, so I gave her the Look of Death (which I'm really good at, when necessary) and pondered telling her to F--k off in Spanish, but I let my glare speak for itself. Now maybe she just thought I was angry that she was speaking Spanish in this country (which actually doesn't bother me at all), but I kind of think she realized I knew exactly what she was saying, because she shut right up and ran off, followed by her mother. She reminds me of a girl I taught years ago in a catechism class, who was also fat and unattractive but really mean and proud of herself. She was kind of the leader of the other girls, although I have no idea why. She was not one bit appealing herself. I always wondered how she turned out, now that she must be about thirty. She's probably either in prison or the CEO of a company. Whatever factory is turning out these fat, ugly, proud, mean little girls, I wish it would stop.

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Chicago Party Bus Light Tour

 

Yesterday Travalon and I had the day off of work, so we drove to Chicago and took a party bus light tour. We had to go to a bar called the Beercade, which was full of video and pinball games but had surprisingly bougie pizza. This bar was a lot of fun and had all sorts of crazy Christmas decorations. For example, it looks like they have my number!

Travalon tried to take a picture of me sitting under the sign, but you can't read it in this photo.

His sign showed up better.

I love this random motivational sign!

This giant animatronic teddy bear gave us hugs!

 

Niko hid on the Christmas tree briefly.

More decorations.

Then we got on the party bus. Isn't it beautiful?

We ended up in the back of the bus, sitting by two crazy middle-aged women who were Jewish... on a Christmas bus? Everyone around us was a mother, sister, or friend of the girl doing the announcing. It was kind of crazy watching a woman my age and her twenty-something twin daughters sing all the words to dirty hip hop songs as they got blasted together on a bus celebrating a holiday that they don't believe in. They were so much fun! The mom gave me a jingle bell bracelet.

Our first stop was the German Christmas Market. We did get some stuff, like this cute bull.

We also got glass ornaments from Germany of the flags of Croatia, Ireland, and Hungary, and our mulled wine came in a commemorative mug.

Our next stop was the Lincoln Park Zoo Lights.

Check it out! It's the Chicago skyline!

This Ferris Wheel wasn't running. The carousel appeared to be, yet nobody was riding it.

Travalon thought this heart looked like Niko.

We saw several holiday trolleys on the street.

The cutest one was orange and green, but it was too far away to get a good photo. Here is a photo of a very sparkly street right near our hotel.

By the time we walked back to our hotel room, we had gone seven and a half miles, so we just went to bed. We must be old, because we were so happy that the party bus tour was done at ten. It was certainly a wild enough four hours so we felt like we had really partied before calling it a night! Our favorite part was when these guys were having a pole dancing competition. Travalon, who wants my readers to know that he is out of practice, was afraid they would make him join them, but fortunately just then the bus got back to the Beercade.

Today we met some relatives of mine for brunch. The little kids didn't seem very impressed with me, and then when we went to see my aunt's "new" house (which is actually her old house because it's the one she grew up in), her cat said hi to everyone but me. How odd, usually I am a big hit with kids and animals. I must be losing my touch. I said how cats usually LOVE me, like they can tell I'm allergic so I'm the one they make a beeline for, and my aunt said Murray is a very thoughtful cat, so he knew I was allergic and stayed away. He did say hi to me eventually, but he really loved Travalon and my uncle. Maybe he is a guy's cat. Unfortunately my cousin who lives in Michigan wasn't there with his family, because the last time I saw their little girl she was barely talking, and now my aunt says she talks all the time and says really funny stuff. I always love hearing how kids' minds work. Of course, that got to be a pain when I was teaching catechism and they would interrupt to tell me something, but nine times out of ten it wasn't some deep spiritual insight but just a recounting of a movie they had just seen, or something irrelevant like that. Still, that tenth time would blow my mind, so I always let them do it. Kids can be so amazing sometimes.

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Why Can't I Say That?

 

Once when I was four, I was very impressed by a toilet-related event and excitedly told Ma Hat that I couldn't wait to see my five-year-old neighbor to tell her about it. Ma Hat said, "Don't tell her. It's not an appropriate topic of conversation." Of course I didn't listen, and the moment I saw my friend, I told her all about it. She was just as interested as I'd hoped, and then I revealed that my mom hadn't wanted me to tell her, but I didn't know why, and she didn't either. Now as an adult, I would definitely not find this an appropriate topic of conversation, but here's the thing - maybe it is one for two preschoolers. Children definitely find different things interesting than adults do, and while I can see the value of teaching children not to talk about such things around adults, who cares if they discuss it with their equally immature friends?

Then I thought maybe there is a deeper, spiritual side to all this. A preschooler can't comprehend why toilet topics are not appropriate, because they seem very interesting to a little kid. I don't think we can explain to them why it isn't a good topic when to them it clearly is! But as you grow older and wiser, you understand why some topics should not be discussed. Maybe we are like preschoolers in our understanding of spiritual things, and when God says don't say or do something, and we don't get why, there's a really good reason for it. As we grow in the spiritual life, we begin to see the value in religious commandments; they aren't just there to take away all your fun, because as you mature spiritually, those things aren't really fun anymore. You can see how they hurt others, or society, or God Himself. And just like some adults do still find toilet humor funny, some people will never reach that level of spiritual maturity. The really odd thing is that some of these people do consider themselves religious, and sure they go through the motions - in fact, the way one goes through the motions is of utmost importance to them - but they have no spiritual understanding. Personally, I'd rather hang with the preschoolers talking about poop than people who care how reverently Mass is celebrated but don't have any sense of charity. At least there's hope that the little kids will grow up to discuss other things.

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The Dreaded Doink

 

Travalon and I had yet another relaxing morning - that's three in a row, for those of you keeping track at home. It's going to be really tough getting up early and going to work on Monday, so tomorrow I'll have a practice run of getting up a little less early to go to Mass. This one will be less high stakes because if I fail, I just go to a later Mass. If I fail on Monday, I may not get a paycheck anymore. 

Eventually we got going and headed downtown for Travalon's favorite day of the year: Small Business Saturday! I always consider it part of his birthday festivities. Speaking of birthdays, I have already given him his present:

A Hamm's Bear hoodie! And here he is with his two stuffed Hamm's bears.

This is the time of year on Famous Hat when I post lots of photos of Christmas lights. Last night Travalon missed the turn onto Johnson Street on our way home from the concert, so we went up Langdon Street and got to see the lights at the Edgewater Hotel.

Another thing I forgot to mention about yesterday is that during the cave tour, at one point they turned off all the lights so we were in total darkness. A kid (not the Spawn of Satan) snuggled up against me, and I don't know if he thought I was his mom in the dark, or if I was just a comforting presence. He didn't seem horrified when the lights came back up that he was snuggled up to some strange adult. 

Travalon and I went up State Street toward the campus, then we took the Holiday Trolley back toward the Capitol and went around it. Here are some of the treasures I got:

The blue apatite is actually from yesterday at the Cave of the Mounds. The little mushroom, pyramid, tetrahedron, and triskelion are from Mimosa, the necklace and earrings (I see one of them got flipped upside-down) are from Art Gecko, and the two soaps are from the Soap Opera. Then here are some more treasures:

These are from Little Luxuries, except for the chocolate lime bar, which is from Madison Modern Market. I just laughed so hard when I saw the cooking mitt that Travalon said we should get it.

Then we drove to Oconomowoc to go to the German Christmas Market, which was extremely packed. We had some apple strudel and a giant Bavarian pretzel, then of course the stand that interested me the most sold Irish stuff. Travalon bought me this ring for an early birthday present:

I liked the way this person decorated their windows. This looks like condos - there are so many condos going up in Oconomowoc that people are calling it O-condo-mowoc. 

Right when we got to Oconomowoc, we parked by the railroad tracks, and just then the fastest freight train I've ever seen blew by. When we got back to the car, the same thing happened! Only it was going the other direction, and suddenly it slowed down and stopped on the tracks. Luckily we didn't have to go that way.

Here's something exciting: Tiffy's niece had a pattern for a hat that she created published in a knitting magazine called Pom Pom! Here the model (not the niece) is modeling the hat.

The niece's name was on the front cover and everything. That is more impressive than my poem (allegedly) being published on the side of a bus, since neither I nor anyone else I know ever saw it on a bus. If I was better at knitting, I'd try to make this hat, but with brighter colors. It's very cute.

On the way home, Travalon and I listened to the Badgers play the Gophers on the radio. The Badgers were ahead, but then the Gophers tied it up and got up by a touchdown. There was little time left, and the Gophers intercepted the ball and were about to kick a field goal. I said that the Badgers had no chance unless the guy missed the field goal and then the Badgers got a touchdown to throw things into overtime, but it could happen. The Gopher kicker did miss! The announcer said, "There it is - the dreaded doink," because the ball made that sound as it bounced off the right upright, and I said, "There's my blog post title." Then the Badger's kind of useless quarterback got injured, so with less than two minutes left the backup QB came out and got them down to the five-yard line... and then three times in a row they jumped offsides, so it was third and thirty, and the QB got the ball into the end zone but nobody caught it. So now the Gophers have the Paul Bunyan axe. Maybe they kept it; I have a vague memory that they beat us last year too. This is just not the year for Wisconsin football, but the Badgers do have a good enough record to limp into some minor bowl. Maybe the Toilet Bowl?

I got an exciting thing in the mail the other day: my Advent calendar! When I was a kid, I always wanted one of those Advent calendars where you would open a window for each day and get a chocolate, but Pa Hat said, "No, that's not the spirit of Advent!" We had a big, felt Advent calendar that you could put the numbers for each date on. I have since had the chocolate Advent calendars (I work at the German Department, so some professor tends to give them out), and they're not that exciting (not the best chocolate), but I got an email with almost the perfect Advent calendar for sale from National Geographic: each day you open a window and get a small crystal! The only better one (but it would be prohibitively large) would be if each day you got a different Latin percussion instrument. So tonight is the beginning of Advent, and so I looked at the calendar (since I'm too lazy to put up the wreath - tomorrow is soon enough), and it starts on December 1. That's not actually the start of Advent, but I guess that's what you get when you buy Advent calendars from non-religious folks. Lesson learned.

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Cave of the Mounds Black Light Tour

 

Today Travalon and I had a very relaxing morning, then we went for a hike on Picnic Point. It was an incredibly beautiful day, sunny and in the 50's. We saw lots of coots.

We saw David Buoy, which marks the deepest point of the lake.

We saw the skyline with the Capitol building.

And did I mention lots of coots?

Also, this carved tree stump that was happy to see us.

Then we drove to Cave of the Mounds to take a black light tour, which was incredibly cool and beautiful. Here are some photos.

This formation glowed even after we took our lights off of it.

I took this photo with my cell phone camera.

There were some children on the tour, and their colorful shoes glowed under the black lights. There was a demon child too. He appeared to be an only child, and he was totally out of control. He screamed and ranted and did everything his parents asked him not to, and once we were in the cave he demanded to get out of it and kept shining his black light in his dad's eyes just like he was told not to. Is that bad parenting, bad diet, or what? He was enough to scare people sterile!

After that Travalon dropped me off at St. Andrew's Episcopal Church for an early music concert, and he went to Leopold's and then checked out some other places on Monroe Street for the next time we do Today Fest. I really enjoyed the concert, which had a lot of little-known composers featured, but the works by Handel and Telemann were much more engaging. There's a reason they're better known.

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