2008 — 13 September: Saturday
Rosencrantz and Guildenstern is a strange film!
Time for tonight's picture of Christa. It's nearly a year since the new Toyota was delivered. My main copilot was on hand (well, across the road) to capture the event just three days before Christa went back into hospital for the last time:
Christa admiring the new car, 12 October 2007
G'night.
Yikes!
It's already 09:21, the sun is shining, and the ice-cold milk is a tad uncomfortable on the newest filling. I gather today's walking destination is in the vicinity of the pub with no name; wonder what effect warm beer will have? Mr Postie has just expanded my choice of morning listening, so it's off with Brian Matthew, who was playing a track by one of the men from "UNCLE" and on with Mallard's 1976 second album In a different climate. To be precise, the track "Green coyote" which I haven't heard for a very long time. Grand stuff, by refugees from Captain Beefheart's clutches. I have yet to hear the first album, so will be saving that for some time later today.
Still to come, the new Loudon Wainwright album of "reinterpretations" of some of his earliest work but with a full band. Should be interesting. But I have a packed lunch to prepare first. Time (09:38) keeps ticking along.
Odd factoid: the date of Casanova's first orgasm! (Source.)
Still sunny
It's now 17:19 and I've been back for an hour or more after a very pleasant walk, and a pint of their weakest ale at the midpoint of the six mile little hike. I also checked in with dear Mama who not only told me she'd been thinking of calling me but, to my surprise, actually rang back about 10 minutes later to tell me she was a little worried at one of her keys being missing. It's actually been relocated to my house, along with the most vital of her various pieces of paper, but I was pleased that she'd actually noticed the key off her own bat, as it were. I must make more effort on those power of attorney papers, which is a grimly depressing prospect, but what a chap has to do.
Much more fun to contemplate the new listening. And the record label that distributes this new Loudon Wainwright album has just permitted me a free download of a bonus track as a reward for buying the CD (though there's no knowing what junk email will now flow my way of course):
It's now just after 22:00 and will soon be time for the next lovely bit of "Humph" on BBC 4. I also enjoyed watching Sue Perkins conducting three pieces at the "Proms in the Park" as her prize. In the gaps, I've been processing a couple of Mike's pictures (well, one was taken by me, and the vantage point for the other was suggested by me — thanks for the loan of the pixels, Mike!) while listening to the "Mallard" music and some of the Loudon Wainwright. Now, how's this for a pair of houses?
A nice little pad in the country
Compare and contrast! They were within a mile of each other as the socially undivided crow flies.
