A day in the Life of... William Herring Oct 23 (3 days ago) to Stanislaw 55 at 0600.52 at 0928. Cloudy or partially cloudy all day. Returned the papers from the IBM Credit Union suit this morning. Nothing has changed, except that whereas I used to be in terror of having them enter my house and take everything, I now rather think their taking everything would finally get my house clean. Id hid the flute, but my laptop is now six years old, and about the only thing of financial value is my one year old telephone that probably isnt worth anything anyway on the forced sale market. Ive let Kate use my piano, Ive given Alice my facsimile of the Canterbury Tales, and they dont care about books anyway. Im comfortable, thank you, but then, Ive never cared much for anything but music and reading. I dont deny that I enjoy air travel, train travel, and Ive always wanted to take an ocean voyage, but none of this interests me alone, and if I have companionship, I really dont see any advantage to traveling. Ive thought Id like a nice car (read Tesla S), but every time I ride to the grocery with Alice, I know it would just be to have, not to use a lot. The streets are scary. Id just maunder on, but Peritas is waiting for me to cuddle him, so Ill do that. Id rather please one dog than five lawyers. stanmak@aol 11:16 AM (15 hours ago) to me Obviously your values are still in the right place, especially re dogs and lawyers. I trust you saw the ominous stories about Teslas catching on fire. . . . may not be a good symptom, but I guess every thing has its period of getting the quirks ironed out. Had a nice trip, although I continue to be not quite prostrated by bronchitis -- no doubt largely allergies and some weather change -- which is, I should hasten to add, absolutely beautiful. More. Stan William Herring 3:01 AM (5 minutes ago) to Stanislaw Lovely sunshine, ugly temperatures. The wind yesterday was chill and biting, although it did get into the upper forties. Sharon and I played for an hour and a half yesterday afternoon. We decided to do a recital on Dec 2. Well do it in her house. Well play five or so tunes from an easy collection of operatic extraction, and then several from the Moyse collection extracted from everywhere. Most of the pieces are easy enough to sight read. Just a few are complex enough to require work. I have to work hardest to make sure Im playing the music, and not just the notes, especially in the Mendelssohn tunes. Mendelssohn writes lovely melodies, but unless you work at the music, they drop into being repetitious and boring. Its challenging to make music on the flute. On the piano, in my latter days, I could just sit down and play, and the bodily movements would take care of the phrasing and the musicality. With the flute, there is only breath. The fingers just go up and down, without enough mass to lend much expression, and the lips have really a remarkably range of position, so the vanishingly small lip movements and variation in breath direction and speed are all you have to work with. Little wonder that I really dont care for other peoples playing of the instrument. For my own playing, its rather like playing Judo with someone that outweighs me. Lee Clark sent me a text about 12:49 yesterday that he was at Jakes. I decided to stop by there myself. When I arrived, Lee was gone to the Biolab to donate plasma, and I was left alone. The place was sparcely occupied, but I had my phone to play Freecell, and ate a bowl of soup, gumbo, which was so New Orleans I could have wept except for the delight of my palate. I drank a glass of red wine, and another, and another, and Lee showed up, so he had something to eat and a couple of beers, and I was feeling ebullient, and barkeep John was so attentive, that I had to leave a 20% tip, and the total bill was 49 and change. Thats not a lot in todays money, but it shocked me, endangered my survival (that is pure hyperbole), but not to the point of sobriety. A girl invited Lee to play darts, and I went home. The dogs had been without us for four hours and were deliriously happy to see me, so I took them for a short walk (about half a mile) full of doggy ebullience. After riding the bus there and back, balancing on the bar stool for a while, and walking the ebullient dogs, I was sore all over. I was blaming my age, but I suspect the enthusiasm had a great deal to do with it. Lee caught up with us in our walk, or rather, the short walk route leads from the house past Jakes and Lee was sitting out on their patio by himself. I edged the dogs over so we could molest him, and proceeded. He caught up with us about three quarters through the walk, said the girl, the woman, was weird and that the dogs and I walk fast. We all got home and discovered that I had made myself a cup of Keurig coffee that I hadnt drunk. After a bit more wine, I went to bed something after eight with all three dogs with me. I weaseled my way between Skander and Olympias, Olympias was replaced by Peritas and went to the foot of the bed, and I was wedged so tightly in that I couldnt reach the chain on the bedside light and texted Lee to tell him and he came and turned it out for me. At some point in the night, Skander went back to the living room futon, Peritas went to his bed at the foot of my bed, and it was Olympias and I at 02** something this morning, it now being 0258. That really wants a new bulletin number, but my response to your response to my note led to my dumping all the news into this one, and Gmail doesnt allow for variations in the subjects. That I know of. Threatened temperature for this morning is 23 F. Really! and its only October. William Herring 3:06 AM (1 minute ago) to Stanislaw Sorry, thats 28 F, not 23.
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