Saturday, January 9th, 2016
I waken from a super sleep, full of energy and enthusiasm. It is still dark. No new snow, - no fog misting round the street light, but it is quite apparent that there isn't going to be any sun today, either!
For about the seventh day in a row.....
Nevertheless, I am out, quick as a bunny, to put the coffee on to perk while I shower, and think of all the exciting things I am going to add to my list of 'things-to- do".
I am smitten with the idea of tidying my computer during these melancholy days of January - all the redundant files on Word, and the hundreds of Church Bulletins on Publisher. I have five, or seven, or maybe even nine different places where I have photos stored, many of them copies. All of them making my searches for any particular picture an exercise in frustration.
And then there is the slothful habit I have fallen into of sitting with my hands folded and at rest, when all my life they have been busy knitting,knitting, knitting..... or spinning, spinning, spinning!
Well, before I settle myself before the computer to watch and listen to the Berlin Philharmonic I rummage around and find the sock that I was knitting for Charles and his dear feet, before he left. I know there are sons who would love to have them finished and I feel quite virtuous as I look at the size of the needles (very small) and the wool (very fine). I start knitting as the orchestra starts playing, and the mezzo soprano starts singing Ernest Chausson's Poeme de l'amour et do la mer". She has a lovely, soothing voice and the Poeme is quiet and quite beautiful. As a matter of fact the whole programme is very soul-soothing, especially the Pie Jesu of Faure's Requiem which I have always loved and like to include when playing funeral music on the organ. I am very much in agreement with Faure's own word's when he says that his Requiem doesn't express the fear of death, but is more a lullaby, a happy deliverance, an aspiration towards happiness elsewhere.
So that was great - and the knitting went along quite well while I listened to the rest of the concert. But by the time it was over I was beginning to feel the effects of my major visit to the dentist yesterday, when I had three anchor teeth pulled and a new reconstructed plate placed gently over the tender gums.
So I went and warmed up some soup, had my lunch, played a few tunes on the Ukuele (I can now pick out Bye Bye Blackbird without looking at any music!!) and settled down with the phone nearby and a blanket on the arm of the chair - all my great energy and enthusiasm sighing with relief that they didn't have to bound around all afternoon.
Maybe tomorrow I will tackle the housekeeping that the computer so badly needs....
In the meantime I am going to have a glass of sherry, some soup for supper and treat myself to a little helping of Creme de Brulee that arrived in my fridge when one of the DILs came to visit, and for which I thank her dearly......
Perhaps tomorrow the sun will shine, - even momentarily!