"Some people are so fond of ill luck that they run half way to meet it." - Douglas William Jerrold

I *think* the music went well this morning. It's hard to tell from up front, especially because we're in the H.S. auditorium while the huge school gym is being renovated. The stage in the auditorium is a long way from the seats and the lighting makes it difficult to see the people. I'll wait to see if there's any feedback. Gustavo did a very good job on the keyboard, much better than the guy who did it last time.

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The above was written after we got home from church and before Pam had lunch ready. Thirty minutes later I was asleep in my chair and after my nap was mindless for the rest of the day. Oh well.

Our satellite lineup doesn't normally include BBC America but they give it to us every few months in hopes of sucking us into a larger and more expensive package. (They don't know me.) At some point in the last couple of months they tried that trick, I spotted a program that looked interesting, and set our DVR to record a "Killing Eve" marathon. I think it was the first season. Yesterday we watched the final three episodes of what I had recorded and discovered THEY AREN'T ALL THERE!! A story line that sucked us in is now unfinished. Aaaargh.
I know what you're thinking: just go look for it on Netflix.
That would work IF we didn't live in the woods where our internet comes via a satellite dish that makes streaming impossible.
We're going to have to find a way to live meaningful lives without knowing who was on what side, if Oksana was ever brought to justice, and if Eve's marriage survived her secret agent work.
It's going to be touch-and-go.

Yesterday afternoon while watching that series I made a cardboard model of the trailer box I was going to build. Note the past tense verb in that sentence. First problem: it came out looking like a poor imitation of Noah's ark. Secondly: All the angles were going to be too tricky without a table saw (hmmmm) and add unnecessary complexity and expense to the project.
So now I'm looking at a basic 4x8 box, probably about 2' tall. I'll put two opening lids (is there another kind of lid??) on the top with pneumatic pistons similar to those used on an SUV's hatch to hold them up when open. Each lid will have an overlapping lip to keep water out when the lids are closed.

Here's another of the things I brought home from Seattle, my dad's high school yearbook. OK, the word book may be a bit inaccurate in this case. It's in a folder like those used for term papers, the pages are stapled together, and they look to have been done on a mimeograph machine. (Did they have those in 1939?)

He graduated from Quillayute High School in Forks, WA. From what I see online that school no longer exists and has been replaced by Forks High School, now part of the Quillayute Valley School District. (Quillayute is the name of an Indian tribe.)

The H.S. had nine teachers and a principal. All of the women teachers are listed as "Miss ____" so I'm assuming that means they were all single.

The yearbook is...quaint. The pictures are pasted on to the pages and the text done on a typewriter. The only page where the pics aren't pasted is the one with the 21 seniors. My dad is the one second from the top in that right hand vertical column, the one with the big ears on a big head, traits he proudly passed on to at least three generations of progeny.

The two dozen or so pages includes several poems written by some of those seniors. Also listed is a quote chosen by each graduate and their extra curricular activities while at QHS.
Norman MacDonald
"The wise is he who knows the relative value of things." - Dean Enge
Dramatics 3-4
Band 1-2-3-4
Class Pres. 4

His "alias" was Mac, his ambition to be a trombonist for Benny Goodman, his pastime listed as cutting wood (his father was a lumberman), his appearance (?) was indignant, and his screen personality was Tommy Dorsey.

It's interesting to think that less than two years after this yearbook was published the attack on Pearl Harbor took place. All of those boys and some of the girls went into the military to fight in WWII. Did some of them die in battle? And did any of them imagine their future would include that war? Perhaps James Coyle did. His ambition was to "make the world safe for democracy."
Alvin Fletcher had more modest goals, to make it to 21. Russell Thomas hoped to graduate.
Would ANY female H.S. student these days list her ambition to be a "good housewife"?! Vona Brittain didn't shrink from saying so.
Joelene Goodwin wanted to be a ballet dancer. Her pastime was Jitterbugging, so I suppose she had a start on her dream.
One has to wonder what Elaine Sjoblom had in mind when she said her ambition was to "grow larger."

It's now noon. I've booked roundtrip flights to AZ for our Sept. trip to see the family, stacked some wood, fixed the coop door, vacuumed and mopped the kitchen floor, done 3 miles with another negative split. and written most of the above.
Time to eat lunch and move on to the afternoon activities, including mucking the goat barn, watering the fruit trees, and going to the gym. Yep, two-a-days.

Maybe I'll get inspired and write more tonight. Unlikely.