So, we're not dead.
Yet.
We had a great Easter weekend, in which we ate a lot (no, a LOT) of crawfish, played with a bebe who was unfortunately sickened by the very sight of us (how we gave him a 102 degree fever, I sure don't know), and did a lot of driving and killing of large bugs with our windshield of doom - now crack-free, thanks to Grindhouse!
Then, we came back, and Husbear worked all day yesterday while I did copious laundry and went to Recording for the Blind and Dyslexic to get some training on the recording machines. Everyone has to work as a "director" (really just a glorified name for the guy who pushes "record" and makes sure a notation is made when each page is started) for a while before they can approach the glory that is reading textbooks into the microphone.
The book we were recording yesterday was an american history textbook - and we were doing the table of contents. Talk about tiring work! Two hours of reading page numbers and sentence fragments, basically.
At least I learned that it isn't all glamour, the world of textbook recording.
Then, we went out with some friends to Asti - and this time, unlike when we went a few weeks ago for Husbear's birthday dinner, we actually brought the camera and took many pictures.
What I'm trying to say here is that we have a bit of a backlog of lovely portraits of crawfish and family and friends and bottles of wine, which will begin appearing here over the next couple of days, if we're lucky.
So, for now - check out my Italian as I say unto you, "Buon pomeriggio!" -or, good afternoon!
-girlie
