hoist up
I have always had a weakness for vocal music - tunes lacking significant instrumental support but rather riding high on human harmonies. Choirs sometimes bring a tear to my eye, to be honest. Maybe a few tears. Maybe.
But. Anyways. I cannot stop listening to The Beach Boys, particularly their earlier releases. As time moves on, the drum set becomes accompianed with some piano and guitar riffs and then eventually you have bustling pop tracks. And I’m ok with that, really. However, their harmonies are beautiful and I quickly am overwhelmed with a desire to go listen in on a VT choir rehearsal. Maybe that’s not a good idea, actually.
This morning I had the great pleasure of capturing a snake while I was working in Bollo’s. A garden-variety garden snake found its way inside from the walls, somewhere, and started climbing from the bathroom area to the ceiling truss and then towards the bakery. I found a way to guide him into a huge bucket I had available and then took him outside. Some nice VT cyclists took the critter to the duck pond for us - the snake being quite obliging and not minding the free ride. It was a quick ordeal after a few students in the back started mentioning something about possibly seeing a snake around the ceiling.
So, plenty of stuff to be excited about, I suppose. Today, I need to try setting my computer’s clock back in hopes that some expired software (expired as of yesterday because I forgot to renew my license on-campus this week) will return to life so I can complete an assignment. It’s a risky maneuver and the feds will be after me, but I’m always willing to take a shot at corporate and bureaucratic America.