Sunday Music

Heavy clouds hang over Franconia, now & then they deliver cold rain. Yesterday I watched those nice people who collect the grapes for my wine doing their job in the vinyard across from my living room. They were drenched with cold water at least twice, but never gave up : Great folks ! Carry on !
I slept well the second night in a row, ten hours last night, from Frayday to Saturday a bit more than eleven. Maybe the change of weather (and a little work related stress) cause this. And the early rise also plays a role, I just have to get used to the new (old) rhythm again. Time to meander into the kitchen. I had provided all things needed for a potato salad yesterday evening, so it’s just peel, cut, and mix. Of curse the product needs to sit for a while, the single ingredients need to find together – in German this is called “durchziehen lassen”. I can not think of a proper translation to English, but I am sure that something alike exists in English cuisine too – would you, venerated reader, help me with the translation, please ?
Without further delay we’ll start Floatin‘ with Mr BARNES & the Jazz Renaissance Quartet (George BARNES (amplified guitar), Hank D’AMICO (clarinet), Billy BAUER (un-amplified guitar), Jack LESBERG (Bass), and Cliff LEEMAN (drums)), a title from their 1961 lp Movin’ Easy. I hope you enjoy the music. May the coming week bring nice surprises for all of us !

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Sunday Music, Tuesday’s Edition

Last weekend was a mixture of joy & happiness and frustration. The joy & happiness part happened in Suebia right until Sunday midday, when I went to the station. A journey scheduled to take three hours in the end lasted four and a half hour – 50% more for the same price, yay !
I returned to my place only late in the evening. I have no special memory of yesterday, so it must have been a bland & un-impressive day. I have no idea why I did not post Sunday Music – I think I switched on the computer only for an hour or so in the evening to catch up with the news.
I wanted to cook some soup yesterday, but was too tired around midday to do anything useful except sleeping, and in the evening I felt no more inclination to slave over the pots. Today in the late morning I peeled some potatoes and carrots, threw this & that in the pot, added water and had it boiling slowly. And while the vegetables were simmering I took a bath, I still felt the cold from this morning’s drive in my bones. While the water was rushing into my pool, I heard a sound I could not identify, but it was seemingly nothing that needed any intervention. Then I heard water dripping in the kitchen sink. I wondered, because it had not been dripping while I worked in the kitchen earlier, but who knows something for sure about plumbing, or how it is called.
When I came into the kitchen later I found that the pot with the vegetable soup had somehow slid over the stove plate towards the wall, the pot was only with maybe a fifth of its diameter on the heated area. The tap was not dripping, but a cup I had put into the sink empty was filled to the brim with water. I know that the cup was empty when I put it into the sink, simply because I had emptied it shortly before, it was my coffee cup. I have absolutely no idea what has happened there, why a faucet drips, and stops dripping, why a pot with soup slides over the hotplate – what comes next ? A poltergeist ?
Today’s Sunday Music is a little Adagio by Dansk composer Per NØRGÅRD (Ger., Eng.), hope you enjoy it. May this week free from further flowing vessels of any kind, was Wotan weihen wolle, wigalaweia …

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