Arachnophobia

THERE IS A SPIDER LIVING INSIDE MY COMPUTER!!

The other day what appears to be the same spider came dropping down just millimeters ahead of my nose. I swiftly pulled back (I guarantee it was very swiftly) and said spider disappeared to I dunno where.

Today she (?) came waltzing around from the left side of my computer, saw me and retired just as swiftly. When I peaked around that side of the computer (from a safe distance), no spider was to be seen. It must be living INSIDE the computer housing. It must be warm in there, but hopefully not a lot of water.

Now my legs are tickling like a spider is walking on them. I hope it's not poisonous. I hope it doesn't actually go down and walk on my legs! Because I have to sit here for another 8.5 Hours!

Which would I rather: be bitten by a potentially poisonous arachnid or get the swine flu? Neither, thankyouverymuch.

No sign of Peter of Dave or Sean at band practice last night. Aaron was our fearless leader, just as amusing as last week, if not more so. We worked on marching in and marching out. I did good, even though I was very sore from walking up and then down the mountain a few hours before.

Offensive

I took Small Son to his fencing lesson last night, and due to logistical contortions, we arrived about 25 minutes early. Luckily, I had my practice chanter with me. I pulled into the parking lot and parked in the shade of a van, rolled down the windows (it was actually hot!) and began to tootle Piper's Prayer in preparation for Memorial Day.

The lady in the van was killing time, too. She had a book and the kids were watching a movie in the back seats. As soon as I started tootling, she started her engine and backed up across the parking lot, parked again and pulled out her book.

Just to be (more) annoying, I stopped practicing.

My Repertoire for Memorial Day (hopefully):

1. Farewell to Camraw
2. Highland Cathedral
3. Lock Rannoch
4. Flowers of the Forest
5. Bells of Dunblane
6. Cearcil a Chuain
7. Skye Boat Song
8. Dream Angus
9. Piper's Prayer
10. Amazing Grace

Post Surgery Band Practice

Last week's band practice mostly was practice chanters, so nothing too strenuous. It was also only an hour long, which also helped. It seems Jack just had back surgery so he was gimping around, too, and did not pick up his pipes at all. We were going to sign each other's casts, but I didn't have one and he didn't either, so that was a flop.

This week we were on pipes about 90 minutes. Aaron was in charge, and he put us through our paces more than he has in the past. I guess being a teacher has made him push people more than he used to. Both Jack and I were back on pipes, but at about 8:30 the space which used to be occupied by my gall bladder began to ache with the repeated bonkings by my diaphragm, so I plead post-op and sat out the remainder. I'm still working on getting that squeak on the low A out of my repertoire, but it keeps happening.

I am back to my perpetual tired state, retreating from the world into sleep or, barring that, books, whenever possible. The week after surgery it was so nice to be able to not go anywhere, to sleep whenever I felt a little tired, in between watching Audrey Hepburn movies. I wish . . .