What's a Phff-aaa-nn?
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I just got back from another futile shopping trip to Tar-jay. Seeing as the sun is being sighted several times a week again, and temperatures have creeped up as high as 26 degrees, I thought it was reasonable to want to replace our beloved Hoppy the Fan who succombed to all the dust in our apartment a few weeks ago. (One could say he literally bit the dust!!) I'd checked for fans a few weeks ago and the response was "Check back in a few weeks!" I went today but still no luck. If you ask for anything that's not in stock at Tar-jay, you can see the workers sounding it out in their heads. "She wants a phhhfff-aaaaa-nnnn. Is that some fashion accessory? A brand of furniture?" They assume a blank look which quickly switches into one of smug superiority. "WE are above ppphhhfffaaaaannnnnss." I'll try back next month.
I can't really pretend that a lack of knowledge and organization is unique to Sydney's Tar-jay, though. Back in Bloomington, before they renovated, Target kept hair dryers in the most obscure spot. Not next to the hairbrushes and shampoo; no, they made their home next to the potted plants.
At least we're not suffering for a phfan yet. It's a very pleasant temperature most days, but a fan would expedite turning our damp laundry into dry. At least it's not warm enough for the bugs to be out in full force. No signs of ants yet, just a few rogue daddy-long-legs. I'm waiting for more cockroaches, though--I just discovered a new hole in the floor, right underneath our garbage can. Mom points out that at least the bugs won't have to go far!
This semester is chugging along. I'm about to have a big bunch of free time as I'm being rotated out of orchestra and will have 6 weeks off until I'm back. That means that EVERY Tuesday I can go hunting for phfans! I've been working a lot lately, though, so I can't say as I'll mind some free time. On Saturday, Mike and I worked "Open Day--Sydney Uni Live!" (Officially they're the University of Sydney, but they call themselves Sydney Uni, and even make Tshirts saying "Sydney University." I guess there aren't enough universities here that it makes a difference if they're one or the other.) Anyway, this was a day for prospective students to come check out the Con. Mike and I staffed the general information booth, which meant giving people directions to various recital halls and being deafened by the saxophone duet that played right next to us. It wasn't so bad, except that after doing that for 6 hours, we then had to staff the Early Music Ensemble concert. I don't know what it is about Early Music Musicians, but they're the most disorganized people on the face of the planet. Maybe it's because they're all supposed to be living in 1650 and haven't noticed that the world moves at a slightly different pace now. In any case, these concerts are usually chaos for those of us back stage. I went to the director a good hour before the concert and asked what stage changes he'd need help with. They were doing a concerto for 4 harpsichords, so I knew there'd be insanity. Neal insisted that he would coordinate the moving of the harpsichords; all I had to do was take 6 chairs offstage. He forgot to mention that when he said 6, he really meant 10, and also that he needed 4 more stands added behind these newly positioned harpsichords stage right. So I wandered aimlessly around the stage while the recorder players whispered frantic instructions at me off stage. Then the entire ensemble went back onstage while the sound guy was still moving microphones, leaving him in his jeans and brown Tshirt caught in a sea of black formals. *sigh*
~Ruth Ann
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