Busy like beaver

• A day to hit the ground running. Home schooling in the morning, music and English and math and French, everyone very productive. Started a walk at noon. Stopped at a shawarma shack for lunch, went to the lawyer's office¹, Toys 'R' Us to try to spend Justin's colouring contest gift card (we didn't), the library², and back home by about 4:00. That's a long time to be walking around, especially since it finally feels like winter in Ottawa (only started snowing last week; global warming is clearly just a bunch of hot air). At which point I collapsed, thinking of the blissful 1.5 hour or so we could just rest before going off to TaeKwon-Do.
  
  
• Bzzt! Wrong! Chris locked his keys in the car, downtown. ::groan::
  
  
• Drove off to get him, got back just in time to get some groceries before TaeKwon-Do, then rushed off to choir, where for our first number we sang "Ninety-Nine Bottles of Beer on the Wall," from numbers 69 to 48, in British finishing-school accents, slightly out of breath.³
  
  Rest of choir rehearsal went well. Starting with a joke from a bass who'd started telling it to one of the second sopranos, but ended up telling it to the entire choir because more and more people stopped to listen as he told it, so that when Kurt told us to get started, about half the choir said No! Let him finish first!⁴
  
  Anyway. This concert is going to rock. One of our pieces is by Mark Sirett, who single-handedly reconciled me to the idea that not all Canadian choral composers were deaf sadists. Balulalow.
  
  Kurt: (After having told us it would be really really nice if we'd, you know, look at him once in a while, because he's tired of looking at the tops of our heads as we bend over our music) Yeah, that was almost perfect. See how much better it is when you're looking up? Well, except for the one part in the 35th stanza, men...
  Tenor: We were just so blown away by the women's line right before it.
  Women: Aaawww...
  Bass: And besides we were so busy looking at you, Kurt, you know, we just missed that part of our music...
  Kurt: Yeah? Busy looking at me with the eyes on the top of your heads?
  Women: Ooooooh...
  Bass: Oh you see those too, do you?
  
  
• Got back home, trying to finish the conclusion of my Suzuki essay, which is difficult since I have no access to the hard drive on which I wrote the rest of the damned thing. Thought I'd take a bit of a brain-breather and read some fics. Found more proof, as if it was needed, that spell-checkers are not proof-readers:⁵
  
  "At last, morning comes, waking Harry with its yolk."

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