11/9/07

owlectomy: A squashed panda sewing a squashed panda (happy)
So... one of the other sources of stress in my life is that I have had a mouse in my house. And I can tell stories about Mr. Cow and Mr. Chicken and Mr. Pig and go home and eat them (hi cognitive dissonance!) but I draw the line at small furry things. But I was getting anxious, because I couldn't get anything in my humane trap for a whole week... until last night, when I baited it with a big piece of molding cheddar and finally caught Remy (because what else am I going to name the mouse in my kitchen?). Set him free at Lake Johnson this morning. Hopefully far enough away that he picks some other kitchen next time.

Time to bait the trap again, see if there's more than one.

(But you know? As much as I joke about being a horrible housekeeper, I've been doing good these past couple weeks. Really! It's not that my kitchen is horribly unsanitary.)

Awwwww

11/9/07 18:14
owlectomy: A squashed panda sewing a squashed panda (storytime)
First instance of me playing guitar in public: "Down By The Bay" to four enthusiastic elementary-age kids and one creepy "why are you ALWAYS at the library" guy. As part of a music program wherein we did:

- a storybook,
- five-minute "the physics of music" (they were surprisingly impressed that you could make the sound of a guitar string higher by shortening the string, and make the sound of a glass soda bottle higher by adding water),
- five-minute "the instruments of the orchestra,"
- a country dance on the recorder,
- letting the kids mess around with both guitar and recorder,
- making shakers out of paper plates and dry beans.

I am full of awwww.

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