So here it is, another week already, and I have written nothing. It is true, nothing, not here, not even in my journal. First typepad was down, through no fault of their own, and I have no issues with that, and then I was down, mostly just wallowing in my own frustrations at my lack of progress, not the kind of thing I tend to want to write about, even on the pages of a personal diary.
Not only that, I discovered that a bird has made a nest in one of the planters outside my front door, and it is filled with four small speckled eggs. To think I had been fretting about those silk poinsettieas and the fact that I had not been able to replace them with fresh spring flowers. Even if I could walk tomorrow, I couldn't replace those plantings now, not before the new residents are ready to move on.
Otherwise, I've been doing boring things like upgrading programs and rethinking and reconfiguring my cloud storage system, yada yada yada.... it takes forever when you are lying on your side, constantly holding your glasses at funny angles so you can see the screen, but then again, there are few other demands on my time.
I am ready to start reading again, so yes there will be more long tedious book reviews. And I am knitting a little bit each day. However my big project is that I've decided to expand my opera horizons. I'm pretty good with modern operas, and have a fairly good knowledge of some of the more esoteric operas, but I know very little about the classics. I love "The Magic Flute" but am otherwise completely unfamiliar with Mozart's operas, and I know nothing of Puccini. Oh I am familiar with certain bits that are often performed apart from the opera, but of the operas themselves my mind is blank. I arbitrarily picked two: La Boheme and Le Nozze de Figaro, and have begged, borrowed, and bought an assortment of recordings on both CD and DVD so that I can watch and listen, and listen some more. Hopefully this will prove to be a good way to while away the hours and days before my appointment with a surgeon.....