Oh How I Would Love to Just Listen to Chopin All Day

I was typing some medical reports, and much as I like medicine, there are days when I long to just lie back and put my headset on (my CD headset, not my dictaphone headset) and dream away to the mesmorizing strains of Pachelbel Canon or The Swan by Camille Saint-Saens. I have always been a bit of a dreamer at heart - hey, actually a huge dreamer! I have a couple of sons, who are the same - they tend to day dream - one is a musician and the other is a sports fishing guide. One dreams by composing melodies and the other dreams by communing with nature in the early hours of dawn.

Why would anyone need a drug trip when there is such glorious music to go on a mental trip with? Are some people just not wired to connect to the great musical compositions of the world? Of this no one is entirely sure, but it is interesting that some orchestras have visited remote cities in places like the Yukon and found that the native children responded well to the music as did most people in these towns. When people stop worrying about what it considered "cool" and allow themselves to listen to music that is not widely popular, they may find a pleasant surprise awaiting them. They may discover that they too are fans of what is generally referred to as "Classical music." Try it yourself. There is a web site that offers free downloads in a limited degree at http://www.classicalarchives.com/. I don't like all the music there, but most of what I find there, I love. I prefer the "live recordings" of acousitic instruments and don't care much for midi music. It cheapens the sound and makes it too mechanical. Music is the one place where I feel very strongly that the traditional instruments are superior to the digital.
Happy experimenting.

Watching Upstairs, Downstairs

I am enjoying the videos of "Upstairs, Downstairs" that I have borrowed from the library. I am almost finished a novel by Josephine Cox, "Somewhere, Someday." She is a new author to me. She does keep me turning the pages, though I noticed her plot is a bit superficial, it has gripped my imagination in a way that no book as been able to do in several years. I think this is because she causes you to wonder what is going to happen next all the way through the story. I really don't have the time to devote to a novel that makes me work too hard.

It's annoying how I get various ideas for my blog during the day when I don't have time to post them, yet when all my regular work is done, my mind draws a blank. So I am just posting random thoughts now and then.

It just occurred to me today that we haven't had rain in ages. This is unusual for the Comox Valley. I honestly cannot remember the last rainfall we have had! It will come soon enough though. Fall has been in the air the past couple of weeks. The sun is shining and it is hot when you sit out in it, but there is always a pleasant breeze that now has a chilly nip to it. I prefer this weather to the relentless breathless heat that comes in June and July. It is still necessary to cool off the air in my apartment by running a couple of fans on either side of me. I go to sleep every night with a fan blowing on me. I use one of those timers so that it shuts off after a couple of hours.

I had a flu that lasted about 10 days and the main symptoms was sweating. It was awful. I had to shower twice a day at least. I think I was running a fever that simply would not let up, despite me taking Benylin All-in-One tablets several times a day.

It's 11:15 p.m. and I have to get up to do some errands tomorrow desite it being Saturday. I won't get up until I feel like it, but I have to drive mom over the hairdressers - walk in type, so that makes it easier. Also have to wash some laundry and do a bit of typing. Can't leave it until Sunday as David may want me to babysit on Sunday.

Happy to Have What She Can Get

I wrote a poem tonight (sort of). Not very much talent, but thought it did express some of my thoughts on wives of alcoholics.

Happy to Have What She Can Get

Sad world where men drink and drug to avoid pain
Yet inflict pain on others
Due to their violent outbursts
Caused by the drink and drugs that were supposed to stop the pain.

The victims of the violence the morning after
Fear bringing up the issue
Lest the peaceful harmony at breakfast
Be disrupted by talk of the bad times the night before.

So nothing is said but pleasantries
The peace is so delicious
The victim hangs onto it for dear life
And clings to these companionable mornings.

Tonight he will not drink and think himself well behaved.
She will be thankful for this and again will savour these peaceful evenings.
Remembering the long lonely days and nights with no one.
Happy to have what she can get.