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Home
in Akron.
Admired the new siding, weeded the marsh, addressed
wedding invitations.
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To
Akron
Thunderstorms
again.
Severe thunderstorms and hail on the drive north.
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Choir
rehearsal.
Bexley afterwards.
Office
party.
At Gordon Biersch.
I
didn't feel very well and didn't want to go, but I had a decent time.
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Very
frustrating deadline day.
Stories were all late and lacking in art. Or, alternatively,
flush with art that was presented at 4 p.m. with hours of work necessary
to prepare it.
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Thunderstorms
again.
One with pouring rain at the office while there was
nothing but blue skies out the window.
Thunder
shook the house, water filled the streets, and lightening lit up the
dark night over and over again.
Finished
Dostoevsky's The Idiot. Began the Piano Tuner.
Worked
on a painting. Emailed wedding maps to Amy.
I
still need a piano tuner myself.
Jeff
may be able to get to the porch roof next week.
Janet
was over today shooting an illustration for HomeFront -- people who
(illegally) rent out office space from their homes. Being (generally)
illegal, we couldn't really find someone willing to open their home
to our cameras, so we put an "Office Space for Rent" sign
in the door for a few photos.
G's
house may have sold; waiting for definite news.
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Thunderstorms approach. From the southwest. The distant
rumbling of the thunder sounded first; then the darkness of the skies
became apparent. Then the rain started, gentle at first, increasing,
stronger, and finally torential. Then the lightening broke and the
storm was upon us. Another one struck around 10.
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Blue
flowers
Are hard to photograph ... said the wedding florist.
I concur -- it is always difficult to capture them.
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Failure. Not only does the color of the forget-me-nots
vanish, but the automatic focus seems unable to even locate the flowers.
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Amy
to Akron
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From Allison.
Lunch
at First Watch (German Village).
Which now compares favorably to the First Watch in
Florida. With Amy, Amy's Mother, Jen, Anneleise and Allison.
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Amy's
birthday.
More ballet to come.
Eventually
decided to venture out for Mexican food for dinner. It was Sunday,
after all, and thus not ideal for patronizing an exclusive restaurant.
We'll have to get to Taverna Opa again soon.
Tour
of Homes.
Made it to through a several of the homes after Kevin
and his finace were here to look through the house. They are looking
for somewhere to buy a house, and stopped by on their way to the the
tour. I said we would have to invite them over again later, when Amy
was available, when the hospitality at the house would be so much
greater.
Amy
and I made it to a few more of the houses on the tour later on, dragging
Charlie along for the walk, too. We alternated waiting outside with
him, except for the house on Franklin that Lisa and her husband were
volunteering at, and they offered to watch him while we went through
the house.
We
both made it through the neon house, a large Bryden Road home that
had been made into a retrospective of the work of the artist (primarily
in neon) who had lived there until her death a year ago.
Wedding
shower.
For Amy at Aunt Bette's. She enjoyed it, and came
home with quite a few presents (unfortunately, many in the not-blue
category).
Amy
to Columbus.
Come
to the Water.
Reprise from last week's anthem, which I missed as
I was out of town. This week the choir sang at the 8:30 service, which
is just so early.
I'm
not sure what it is about this song, but it hits me (and others --
it gets many comments) in the heart.
And
let all who have nothing
let them come to the Lord
Asked
Bea if she would be the organist at our wedding.
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