August 30, 2000 -- 9:34 PM
EST
I hate telemarketters! Especially
the ones who call ME up and then want to put me on hold. Ugh! I also hate junk
mail and spam. Well, today I got the printouts to tell the DAM to get our names
off the phone list and the junk mail list:
Because that was all that was in
the mail today -- junk mail, junk mail. Which is making me batty because I want
my next budget sheet from NF to come to tell me how I am doing with
fundraising!
On the brighter side of things --
what do the Smurfs have in common with the Andrew Sisters? Or Heroin
with Bouree? Or Rubber Duckie with Breakfast in America?
How about Benny Goodman with Prince? Pink Floyd with The Monkees?
Nothing other than the fact that
the only good thing that did come today came by UPS and it was from
Yamaha. The long-awaited belt Paul ordered for the back-up record player is
FINALLY here! Hoooray! It's been almost a year since we could use it and he's
had a devil of a time tracking down the part.
Same reason why we can use the
REAL record player in the console table thingie just yet. It's part of a 1945
stereo console/cabinet thingie and the whole head on the record arm is
Bakelite. To change the needle, we have to replace the whole thing. We did find
someone to give us vacuum tubes though for when those go, but we're STILL
hunting down the head/needle. That's been a 4 year search now.
We bought that piece for about $14
thrifting when we first moved in together. It was the best thing in our tiny
garden flat -- the sound was gorgeous and I remember having no other furniture
than that and just laying on the carpet in the living room in the dark
listening to our records. Paul had it appraised out of curiosity and the
antique dealer offered us almost $300 for it sight unseen.
Sigh. I wish the 1930's radio Paul
left at his mom's house hadn't burned up in the fire. Ironically, the weekend
before the one we were coming down to her house to go pick it up!
At any rate, I have to go wake him
up from his nap. We have a record date, and with several hundred records, we'll
have to go to bed long before we run out of vinyl!
~Astrophe
  
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