Things are quietish around here. I've spent this afternoon happily and brainlessly sewing together strips of shirt for Mr Life's quilt - much easier than making stars. (The squares at the bottom do have four stripes, but the fourth, plain blue one, merges with the blue background.) Other than that, there's been a bit of socialising, a book group (that's mainly socialising too, though we do discuss the book...) and various walks.
We still can't reliably get out of the street in the car.
For example, this was the entrance to our driveway this morning.
However, fortunately there are plenty of buses.
I'm sitting listening to Mozart's Vespers as I write this, since this is one of the pieces that one of my choirs is singing in May. It's always disappointing that doing this doesn't implant the music in one's brain as well as one would hope. It all sounds extremely familiar as one types away, but it's actually much better to follow along with the score. One of the other pieces we're doing is Britten's St Nicolas. I'm not a huge fan of Britten, especially the movement in this in which there's a famine and some boys are kidnapped and pickled (urgh!) for food. Nicolas rescues them in the nick of time, but still. As a squeamish vegetarian, I don't enjoy this movement. I've sung it before, but not for years, though I did remember about the pickled boys (trauma!). The piece does have some jolly bits with great shouty choruses from the men during storm scenes and so on.
I wish that the kind people who comment on my blog all had blogs themselves. Looking at you, Virginia and Maureen! Then I would know more about them. Still, why do I have a blog? I'm just a bit compulsive in some respects. I do Duolingo in French, German and Scottish Gaelic (not making huge progress with the latter; I should really look up the grammar, which is not at all like that of any other language that I've studied). I somehow fall for the mustn't-lose-my-"streak" thing and can't bear to break it. No reason, really - but it's an incentive to keep going, even though the streak couldn't really matter less. Which reminds me... better do today's session.
Is there more than one Maureen? The one I know does have a blog. I had never heard the story of the pickled boys and YIKES. I can't imagine trying to get around in your street these days. When will it be finished??
ReplyDeleteYes, my blog is at maur2cello.blogspot.com, but maybe there is another Maureen? I enjoy reading other's blog because it shows me how alike we all are, even though we are scattered across the globe. I wish I could sit still long enough to quilt - the patterns and colors are beautiful.
ReplyDeletePickled boys? Ugh!
ReplyDeletehello fellow veggie!!
ReplyDeleteI wish non blogging commenters would at least have a little Biography.
I'm plugging along with my french Duolingo...Scottish Gaelic is on the back burner for now. I don't find the grammar and word order any problem..but then I am a Welsh speaker!!
I'm sorry, but having a blog would be inviting disaster! I had emergency surgery for a ruptured bowel 8 years ago, and ended up with a permanent colostomy. Then a couple of years ago I ended up with a bowel cancer, reacted so badly to the first cycle of chemotherapy I spent 17 days hooked up to machines. Then, last year I got "all dramatic" again and got a strangulated hernia.... another major surgery, everything 'rearranged', and off we go again! My passion is embroidery, and my life mainly taken up with family support. Our only child, a son, and his wife and 2 children, a boy nearly 11 and a gorgeous girl just 8, live less than a mile away from us. We look after them before and after school 3 days a week. Double fortunately (for them!) they're both very well behaved, gorgeous kids, and a delight to have, and the route to their school is another half mile. I was a junior school teacher, and my husband (of 50 years in another 3 weeks!) a professor of Law, just recently retired.
ReplyDeleteThat is definitely enough about me!