It was so cold Saturday morning when I awoke, even with my my silk long underwear, flannel monkey pajamas and a top robe, REI wool socks and slippers, I had a really hard time sitting on my balcony trying to smoke my first cigarette of the day. Of course I persevered, but it was not without sacrifice I want you to know. And, my coffee was still brewing!
I putzed around the apartment organizing some business paper's, divided my trash (what an ordeal it is in Germany, dividing all of the trash...compost, paper, plastic, bottles into colors. I swear, it has become a Saturday morning chore!) Had a nice 3 minute egg, left over roasted potatoes and a V8. Music in the background was a nice mixture of alternative pop..Allison Krauss, Bob Dylan, Christy Carlyle. It made me smile and feel content. I dared remove the long johns and take a shower and get on with my day.
I could have control of my music but I have decided it is more adventurous to listen to what is selected and go with it. I didn't bring my CD's, just my IPod (loaded with all of my CD's) and leave it on shuffle, plugged into my IPod station. This is my music. Sometimes, it seems so appropriate and just what I need, and at other times it is startling.
I was in the shower when the Morman Tabernacle Choir came bursting out of the confines of my apartment walls singing Hallelujah Chorus. My first reaction was to jump out of the shower and change the setting but I didn't. I stood naked under a shower of hot water and sang along with the choir, reveling in the beauty of the song. Next came O Holy Night (my daughter's favorite) and more..more Christmas Carols..music only, no words. As I dried myself off to the music of Go Tell it on the Mountain, I thought how silly we are that we listen to "Christmas Music" only during advent. The music is SOOO beautiful and yet, we limit ourselves to listening to it only during a certain season. What a shame, really.
So tonight, once again I am freezing, and I am listening to Bueno Vista Social Club, cuban music, trying to pretend it is 110' outside and I'm smoking a cuban cigar on the porch of a run down warehouse. Really, I need to learn how to turn on my heat because it is friggin cold and I am in reality sitting at my kitchen table wearing long john's, sweat pants, sweater and my fleece jacket. Maybe I'll search for Frank Sinatra singing white christmas...buuurrrrrr
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
Posts
.jpg)
4 comments:
You haven't turned on the heat yet??? Of course its cold!!
I turned my heat on tonight. NOW what am I going to write about?
Look at me I actually read this in a timely manner. Thank goodness you got your heat on. I was freezing to death just reading that. Dare I say Hallelujah for heating and long underwear.
Haha this sounds like something I would do :) And I'm a fan of Christmas music all year long :) Hope all is well!! :)
Post a Comment