Sunday Music

Sunday Music

A grey Sunday afternoon. Time to have a second cup of coffee, curl up on the sofa and read. Until the water boils, we could listen to a little bit of fine music.
The LUTEDUO, this is Anna KOWALSKA and Anton BIRULA, gives us two little pieces by Mr PURCELL
I hope you enjoy the music – may the coming week be peaceful for all of us.

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Sunday Music

Sunday Music, Tuesday

What a remarkably grey day it was. It rained since Sunday (possibly since Saturday ?), and at one point in time there was snow. The first snow of the year, still very wet, still not to last, but snow. On roofs, on cars, on meadows, still not under trees – gone within an hour, but snow.
No sun. Grey.
Today I watched the sky while I travelled through Suebia and Franconia, rain hit the window pane, and the bending trees and flurring leaves showed me the fierce wind outside. They lit the lamps at the stations shortly after 15:00, I’m glad the heating worked. It was a silent journey, kids on vacancy (“Herbstferien”), just the usual commuters, mostly men reading or otherwise looking at screens.
Back home I was greeted by an overflowing letterbox, but it (nearly) all went into the basket, just nonsense, a big waste of paper & ink.
I made some phone calls, aired the rooms, and turned to heating to full, no need to shiver in here.
Tomorrow I’ll go down town and will get it sorted out with my new glasses – hopefully I will receive them within an acceptable span of time. Then I’ll see the holy specialist, who will tell me about my right eye, and what needs to be done. The idea of a “major” operation (as mentioned by my ophthalmologist) does send shivers down my spine. I am in no way “a tough guy”, but I like to think of meself as someone who can handle the usual stuff, as unbearable as it may be. But my eyes … this is something different. In my fifties now, I can still well remember the shock of the first glasses, at twelve. And how it worsened, fast, at times with new glasses every five months, until it kind of stabilised at seventeen. I really feared that it would keep going on.
Since last week I know that there is no damage to the lens, no gray or otherwise “star”, the backside of the eyeball’s inside is all right ; something is wrong with the outer part of the right eye. And, as I am told – and as I want to believe -, this can be fixed : Nothing fancy, just some standard run-of-the-mill-procedure, routine, by any means. Hopefully without payne. Yes, I want to belive this.
Tomorrow afternoon I’ll know.
Now let’s listen to some Sunday Music – Tokay anyone ?
Here’s a Polish csárdás (Ger., Eng.) sung by Janusz POPLAWSKI titled Tokay – I hope you enjoy the music. May the week be good to all of us !

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Sunday Music

Sunday Music

I wanted to write about things last week, but then I looked around, and found it all worthless.
We had an election here in Bavaria, and the results are pretty brutal, especially for the two parties that form the reigning coalition in Berlin. The next election will be in Hassia coming weekend, one may wonder what it will bring. Tremors should already be felt in Berlin, possibly in Brussels too, because there is a chance, as dim as it may be, that the æra Merkel comes to an end. Sooner or later this needs to occur, but I’d like to happen this in an organised & democratic way. Maybe I am just too pessimistic, but looking around in Europe does not especially cheer me up.
In a few months the UK will leave the European Union, but there is nothing on the table that deserves to be called a plan, and, frankly, I can not understand what happens in London. Everybody kicks everyone, it’s a happy backstabbing fest, no one seems to be seriously interested in a viable solution (with the possible exception of PM May) – does anybody believe that this performance is taken serious in Brussels or anywhere else ?
I think the consensus on the continent can be condensed in a long and nasty “PPfffftttt !”.
Meanwhile Hungary declares that it does not want to be an “open society” (Ger., Eng.), this is something alien & Western, un-Hungarian ; don’t know whether they said “foreign to the Hungarian species”, the German (nazi-)word is “artfremd”. And yes, their political head honcho declares that gender studies is not a science and hence banned from the universities’ curriculum : So much for academic freedom in the East.
But it is not only the Eastern idiocy that puts the whole EU in danger. The Italian populist gouvernement insists on its “right” to amass debts, clearly not only hurting but outright braking former contract commitments in doing so. They risk the whole European economic system, and don’t give a damn. Very responsible people.
What we see is the rise of egotism and the decline of solidarity, the revitalisation of the politics of “power” and outright murder, while in Moscow and Washington rule nihilists, in the centres of power gap ethical blank holes. It is all very disgusting, discouraging, ugly.
So I went outside, and this is what I saw :

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The tree is in the process of defoliating, but new buds are already there

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Man’s a creature of mud

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In the need of solacement we should turn to LISZT (Eng.), and listen to Daniel BARENBOIM (Ger., Eng.) who gives us Consolation No.3.
I hope you enjoy the music – may the coming week spare us ugliness, idiocy, and barbarity.

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Sunday Music, Monday Edition

Oh dear.
“Gestern noch auf stolzen Rossen, heute durch die Brust geschossen”, as WIlhelm HAUFF (Ger., Eng.) once put it in a poem called Reiters Morgenlied, Horseman’s Morning Song. After a weekend spent in fine company in sunny Suebia, I went to work this morning, still all good. Then I had to see the company doctor for the bi-annual check-up, and it went downhill from there. In the end he prohibited me from driving until I can show correct new glasses. He kindly avoided words like “ticking time bomb” and “accident waiting to happen”. I had realised that reading has become a bit difficult over time, but when I stared into this eye testing thingy, I understood that something is wrong. Cheating Adjusting the glasses did not work. And when the friendly assistant showed me a cardboard with a dot, I could not help and had to ask “Dot ?”, what produced a light sigh from her.
I drove home. Shortly afterwards my dispatcher’s right-hand-man wrestled the car keys from my shaking hands, and that was that.
And rightly so. The risk is simply much too big, it is totaly irresponsible not to act.
Tomorrow midday I’ll see the optician who “made” my glasses (in 2012), there will be an eyesight test resulting in correct new glasses (and a huge bill), and with a little luck I’ll be back on the road next week. Meanwhile I am on forced holiday, a good chance to look around and orientate oneself.
I need some friendly music today. Please listen with me to Mr David RUSSELL playing Minueto by Francisco de Asís Tárrega y Eixea.
I hope you like the music – and if you realise that your eyesight changes, have it checked please.

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