Today I go to pick up the family at the airport before noon. They have been visiting my oldest son in Virginia since last Wednesday. Not exactly a larkish vacation in the middle of the school year, they went there to be with him while he had surgery on Thursday. The trip caught me at a time when I am simply not well enough to travel, even by airplane. My arthritic back problem doesn’t allow for long periods of sitting. So I got to stay at home and take care of the dog and do what housework I could… You know, the stuff dads are expected to do when they get left out of a family vacation… again. So, I washed some dishes… but not all of them. I laundered some bedding… but only my own. I cut some grass… but only the tall stuff behind the house. I did enough work that the boss shouldn’t be too mad at me when she returns home. I did get her car’s oil changed, though I don’t do that myself any more.
But while the cat’s away…
It’s not what you are thinking…
And why are you thinking THAT?
I broke out the paints and HO Model train stuff that needed painting, updating, and repair.
Fun for me may be defined differently than it is for you.
I put snow on buildings with white puff paint where there was never snow before.
A real whee of a time, I know. But it’s not like I could go out dancing… or singing in the rain. My life and my jollies are a bit slower and more sedate than they used to be.
I also wrote a bit more of my werewolf novel re-write. And soon I must go to the airport, so enough of fast and silly Paffooney-making for me.
(**Note** Paffooney is artwork made by my hand and connected to writing. It’s not what you were thinking. And why were you thinking THAT?)
I am still battling headaches, bone pain, and illness. But I am getting by with bed rest. And a bit of playing with dolls.
Albinoni’s Adagio in G Minor
You should listen to the music. Not only is it beautiful, it is the perfect description of the now. Yes, I am a touch depressed, and the music is deep blue. But there are such strains of the bittersweet and angelic light, that Albinoni must be speaking directly from his heart into mine. This music paints my soul.
The sky reflects my mood with lurking dark blues and obscuring clouds incapable of completely taking away the sun. I finally had enough money to visit the doctor today. I had an infection in throat and sinus. I got medicine to heal the sores, and the medicine will prevent pneumonia, and probably saved my life.
My family was whole and together for the holidays, though three of us were sick for a good share of it and unable to spend the time together as we would’ve liked. Still, even though we had to take number one son to DFW Airport in the rain and send him back to Marine world, we got to see him and share good times with him, no matter how short. Deep blue with angelic violins of musical light. He made it back safely. I have more days and probably more months to live and write. And the music of existence continues to quietly play.
I continue to collect photos of new dawns. Here is December 27th.
It is possible that Tomaso Albinoni did not write the Adagio in G Minor. It is believed that it was cobbled together as a sort of hoax by his chief transcriber, Remo Giazotto. He apparently took old Dresden manuscripts and made this beautiful piece as a reflection of the work of Albinoni. Albinoni,a prolific composer of the 1700’s, beloved by Johan Sebastian Bach, wrote opera scores that never quite got published, and so,even though he is a composer of many musical works, most of them are lost to history. Yet, how can such a thing be considered a fake? The music touches my soul. From Albinoni’s soul, through Giazotto’s, to mine, and, hopefully, thence to yours. Listen to it. Really listen. You can’t help but understand what I mean. Even if you can’t stand classical music. Though, if you truly can’t stand classical music… I weep for thee.
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