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violachicDismal
Pronunciation: 'diz-m&l
Function: adjective
Etymology: Middle English, from dismal, n., days marked as unlucky in medieval calendars, from Anglo-French, from Medieval Latin dies mali, literally, evil days
Date: 15th century
1 obsolete : DISASTROUS, DREADFUL
2 : showing or causing gloom or depression
3 : lacking merit : particularly bad
- dis·mal·ly /-m&-lE/ adverb
- dis·mal·ness noun
They should have announced on the news last night that today would have been a great day to just stay in bed.
Last night I wanted to hang out with Libby and Sunday. Instead of driving into the city, driving home and then driving most of the way back into the city the next day for work, and in an effort to conserve gas, and basically preserve the car, I decided to stay in the city last night. In order to do this, I parked at the depot and took the el in, intending to leave it there overnight, and take the el back out in the morning.
Ok, no biggie. We had a quiet evening. I slept on the sofa bed with the worlds pushiest cat.
But this morning was a totally different subject. I should have called off all lessons and told everyone to go back to bed and pull the covers all the way over their heads.
10:00 lesson: The el got stalled. I was late. I missed it entirely.
10:30 The kid got sick in the middle of the lesson, had to run to the bathroom and we wrapped up early. She actually turned yellow.
11:00 Adult. Was actually in a really good mood but hasn't practiced in...like...forever.
11:30 She's four. Today was a no-attention-span day.
12:00 He said, and I quote: "I told my dad I thought it was a crack and he said no, its just the seam on the back where they glued two pieces of wood together." The kid was right.
12:30 Was twenty minutes late. To a thirty minute lesson.
1:00 Adult. Week four of the great Guess Why The Violin Is Buzzing game. Upon closer scrutiny I noticed that the bridge had a noticeable warp to it. Like a psychedelic, '70's LSD hallucination kind of warp. It weaves and bends and does this convex/concave thing. I swear it was moving as I looked at it. If she gets it back and it still buzzes I'm going to have to wreak some havoc.
1:30 Actually a decent lesson, but it was preceded by my breaking his e-string while attempting to ressurect it from the depths of way-out-of-tune-ness.
2:00 Didn't show up. For the second week in a row. We've only had two lessons.
It started raining, much to my pleasure, as it would wash the salt off the car and get rid of the snow. But as I left, it was turning into sleet. Bleurg.
I have blisters all over my feet from the shoes I wore on Thursday night.
So then I went home and took a three hour nap.
Pronunciation: 'diz-m&l
Function: adjective
Etymology: Middle English, from dismal, n., days marked as unlucky in medieval calendars, from Anglo-French, from Medieval Latin dies mali, literally, evil days
Date: 15th century
1 obsolete : DISASTROUS, DREADFUL
2 : showing or causing gloom or depression
3 : lacking merit : particularly bad
- dis·mal·ly /-m&-lE/ adverb
- dis·mal·ness noun
They should have announced on the news last night that today would have been a great day to just stay in bed.
Last night I wanted to hang out with Libby and Sunday. Instead of driving into the city, driving home and then driving most of the way back into the city the next day for work, and in an effort to conserve gas, and basically preserve the car, I decided to stay in the city last night. In order to do this, I parked at the depot and took the el in, intending to leave it there overnight, and take the el back out in the morning.
Ok, no biggie. We had a quiet evening. I slept on the sofa bed with the worlds pushiest cat.
But this morning was a totally different subject. I should have called off all lessons and told everyone to go back to bed and pull the covers all the way over their heads.
10:00 lesson: The el got stalled. I was late. I missed it entirely.
10:30 The kid got sick in the middle of the lesson, had to run to the bathroom and we wrapped up early. She actually turned yellow.
11:00 Adult. Was actually in a really good mood but hasn't practiced in...like...forever.
11:30 She's four. Today was a no-attention-span day.
12:00 He said, and I quote: "I told my dad I thought it was a crack and he said no, its just the seam on the back where they glued two pieces of wood together." The kid was right.
12:30 Was twenty minutes late. To a thirty minute lesson.
1:00 Adult. Week four of the great Guess Why The Violin Is Buzzing game. Upon closer scrutiny I noticed that the bridge had a noticeable warp to it. Like a psychedelic, '70's LSD hallucination kind of warp. It weaves and bends and does this convex/concave thing. I swear it was moving as I looked at it. If she gets it back and it still buzzes I'm going to have to wreak some havoc.
1:30 Actually a decent lesson, but it was preceded by my breaking his e-string while attempting to ressurect it from the depths of way-out-of-tune-ness.
2:00 Didn't show up. For the second week in a row. We've only had two lessons.
It started raining, much to my pleasure, as it would wash the salt off the car and get rid of the snow. But as I left, it was turning into sleet. Bleurg.
I have blisters all over my feet from the shoes I wore on Thursday night.
So then I went home and took a three hour nap.
