Reunions....
Jul. 2nd, 2019 10:33 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
captainsblogTwo new ones and a (getting) old, to be precise.
Sunday, I juggled the routine a little bit, and did a workout before the dog park trip. By getting there later, Pepper got to run into her former grandma. The co-worker of Eleanor's, who arranged for us to get our beloved cat Zoey now ten years ago, and then Pepper last year, was in the park walking her own dog. Pepper had spent a fair amount of time at their house in the weeks after her daughter had to give her up. She seemed to recognize them, but didn't seem clingy to them or away from them, so I guess it worked out okay...
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Then, yesterday, Emily came home. We hadn't seen her since late in 2017, right before Cameron made his move to Virginia and she then followed a month later. They were both here for the high school graduations of two of his step-brothers. Both of those extended families had quite a bit of "stuff" going on, both in terms of plans and typical family drama, so we didn't get much time in. Of course, the cat made the most of the brief opportunity, doing her level best to eat as much of the kid's hair as the scrunchie would allow:
She's heading back today; while she has the rest of the week off, she was invited to participate in another art project that needs some doin'.
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Finally, a friend posted yesterday that July 1st was the 150th birthday of legendary Cornell Professor William Strunk, Jr. He later teamed with one of his students, the even more legendary author and Charlotte creator E.B. White, to publish The Elements of Style, perhaps the greatest small book ever written. White was also an alumnus of The Cornell Daily Sun, and while I never met him, I did get to meet another legendary author who did: here's an excerpt from the speech Kurt Vonnegut gave to us in 1981 at The Sun's centennial year-end banquet (later published, with slight revisions, in his essay collection Palm Sunday):
I read through that a couple of times after posting it before realizing: all of us from that year's editorial board are turning 60 this year. Vonnegut was 57 when we heard him speak. But I guess it could be worse: to paraphrase Tom Lehrer (who fortunately is still alive;), when Mozart was our age, he'd been dead for 25 years.
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My car is less than three years old, but it's been in the shop since 8 this morning, for hopefully just routine service. Off to take Eleanor to work so we can do another fire drill at the end of the day....
Sunday, I juggled the routine a little bit, and did a workout before the dog park trip. By getting there later, Pepper got to run into her former grandma. The co-worker of Eleanor's, who arranged for us to get our beloved cat Zoey now ten years ago, and then Pepper last year, was in the park walking her own dog. Pepper had spent a fair amount of time at their house in the weeks after her daughter had to give her up. She seemed to recognize them, but didn't seem clingy to them or away from them, so I guess it worked out okay...
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Then, yesterday, Emily came home. We hadn't seen her since late in 2017, right before Cameron made his move to Virginia and she then followed a month later. They were both here for the high school graduations of two of his step-brothers. Both of those extended families had quite a bit of "stuff" going on, both in terms of plans and typical family drama, so we didn't get much time in. Of course, the cat made the most of the brief opportunity, doing her level best to eat as much of the kid's hair as the scrunchie would allow:
She's heading back today; while she has the rest of the week off, she was invited to participate in another art project that needs some doin'.
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Finally, a friend posted yesterday that July 1st was the 150th birthday of legendary Cornell Professor William Strunk, Jr. He later teamed with one of his students, the even more legendary author and Charlotte creator E.B. White, to publish The Elements of Style, perhaps the greatest small book ever written. White was also an alumnus of The Cornell Daily Sun, and while I never met him, I did get to meet another legendary author who did: here's an excerpt from the speech Kurt Vonnegut gave to us in 1981 at The Sun's centennial year-end banquet (later published, with slight revisions, in his essay collection Palm Sunday):
I read through that a couple of times after posting it before realizing: all of us from that year's editorial board are turning 60 this year. Vonnegut was 57 when we heard him speak. But I guess it could be worse: to paraphrase Tom Lehrer (who fortunately is still alive;), when Mozart was our age, he'd been dead for 25 years.
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My car is less than three years old, but it's been in the shop since 8 this morning, for hopefully just routine service. Off to take Eleanor to work so we can do another fire drill at the end of the day....
Thanks for the intellectual trivia updates
Date: 2019-07-02 03:06 pm (UTC)Adored the bit about horse-drawn artillery. Since Canadian regiments keep their traditional names, we still have units designated "horse" or "horse artillery" in their names.