Helaine and Steffie went to Long Island this afternoon to see Rick Springfield at Westbury Music Fair. I remember Westbury from, I would guess, 40 years ago (and, as I heard, Steffie felt it looked old).
Because the trip could have taken anywhere from 1:30 to 5 hours, they left early. Luckily for Steffie, there’s a very nice, upscale mall nearby. Roosevelt Field is built on the grounds of the airfield where Lindbergh took off to fly solo across the Atlantic.
They said the concert was excellent. I lent Steffie my Fuji S602z digital camera and she took around 100 shots before the battery gave out. The camera was dead, its lens extended from the body. Steffie freaked. But, it was just the battery.
I posted some of her finer shots (and they’re really great) in a photo gallery.
Later today, we’re going to Foxwoods, and Steffie and Helaine will see Rick again. And, Steffie will get fresh batteries for the camera.
Just when we thought it was over, “Elden” returned, tapping, smearing, touching up. I have no idea what’s going on on my steps.
Meanwhile, Helaine and Steffie are leaving in a few minutes to see the first of two Rick Springfield concerts, this one in Westbury, NY. They are taking my Fuji S602z camera. I gave Helaine and Steffie some very brief lessons, but we’ll see. With a camera like this, it’s possible to take incredibly great shots… or touch a button and prevent you from shooting anything usable.
My friend Steve told me his DSL installation kit has arrived. I’ll probably help getting everything running. I’ve been tech support to most of the people I know, except the others I know who also do tech support. Helaine figures when I retire I’ll go door-to-door fixing computers and support myself that way. Why not? I enjoy doing it.
I forecast increasing clouds today… which have not yet arrived. I hate waiting. It’s weird having to have the limited perspective of hoping for deteriorating conditions just because I forecast them.
Yesterday, when “Elden” left, the stairs were draped with a tarp. So, we left it there and avoided all step contact. During the day, the tarp blew paritally off… guess what? The steps were complete! Oops.
He didn’t come back tonight (it’s his tarp).
Now all we need is the painter and paver to come back and finish the small parts of their jobs that didn’t go right the first time.
A few months ago we refinanced the house and then used the proceeds to do some house repair. Nothing major… painting, new kitchen counter tops, more painting, a little roof work.
As it was ending, I noticed some cracks in the mortar on our front steps. We called in a man who had done some work for a neighbor. so far, it has taken as long as painting the inside of the house and it’s quickly approaching the length of the outside painting too.
Remember Elden from Murphy Brown!
Here’s what my beautiful, little, brick steps and landing look like today.
Bob Hope died last night at age 100. It was announced early today.
Over the past few years it has been sad to watch the Hope family milk Bob’s memory. It’s not like they don’t have all the money in the world already.
It’s been pretty well known that Bob was in sad shape for the last few years. Still, on the occasion of his 100th birthday the family attributed a pretty good ‘ad lib’ to him. Even in his prime Bob was written for. At this moment, who would believe he wrote the line at all? Why not let him live in dignity, without making up things to make him seem even larger.
As far as I’m concerned the true judge of Hope’s stature was his treatment on The Tonight Show with Johnny Carson (I’ll use the show’s full name). Bob could walk in, at any moment, while any guest was on the air, and Doc and the band would play “Thanks for the Memories”, and Bob would sit down. And the other guest… too bad.
When Bob was done, he’d get up and leave. And he could do this anytime he wanted to.
That’s an achievement.
This is weird!
We bought 4 John Mayer tickets, but they were in a terrible location. So, since the show’s a sellout, we’re selling them on eBay and using the proceeds to buy 2 better tickets. So far, so good.
Except, tonight one of my co-workers bid on them!
If they weren’t already on eBay, they’d be hers… but I’m sort of locked into the auction.
Here’s an article from the Waterbury Republican American about John Mayer… and me (a little)
What does the singer John Mayer remember most about his childhood in Connecticut?
“Geoff Fox,” he says, referring to the longtime WTNH-TV weatherman.
“I remember waking up on winter mornings, looking out my window and seeing eight inches of snow. Then Geoff would instill hope that the next day of school would be canceled.”