Songs for Europe and other matters
May. 18th, 2020 08:02 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
shewhomustFor the third week running, the highlight of our Sunday was the performance that Robb Johnson streams live through his FaceBook page: I write these words as if they had some meaning for me, but all I know is that durham_rambler points his phone at the television (for some reason not his iPad, which is our usual interface) and mutters a bit, and the screen fills with one of my favourite singer-songwriters coming to me live from his home in Hove. This would be a pleasure at the best of times, and these are not the best of times: there's something about it which fills part of the hole in my life that belongs to live music. The contrast with Saturday night's Eurospectacular could not be greater, yet many of his songs are about Europe: there are worse ways to explore Paris than with the aid of the Robb Johnson songbook.
Other than that, yesterday wasn't great. I was feeling a bit under par: a touch light headed, and a somewhat upset stomach. Possibly it's just too long since I went outside and did things, exercise and fresh air, but these are not symptoms which fill me with the will to go out. I spent the afternoon on the sofa, in front of an open window, clutching Jerusalem, which I read a little but mostly dozed over. I didn't think I was short of sleep, I seem to be sleeping well enough (and I touch woos as I type this) but I certainly felt a whole let better for my lazy afternoon, so who knows?
Still not 100% today, but better. Today's acheivement (apart from a little light work) was placing an order with the cheese-stall-in-exile: this shouldn't be difficult, but it does involve using the phone, which is not my strong point, and then guessing what they might have in stock. I was still congratulating myself on this accomplishment when the delivery turned up on the doorstep. I'm getting to grips with the time-lag inherent in lockdown shopping, so this was a very pleasant surprose.
durham_rambler points his phone at the television (for some reason not his iPad, which is our usual interface) and mutters a bit, and the screen fills with one of my favourite singer-songwriters coming to me live from his home in Hove. This would be a pleasure at the best of times, and these are not the best of times: there's something about it which fills part of the hole in my life that belongs to live music. The contrast with Saturday night's Eurospectacular could not be greater, yet many of his songs are about Europe: there are worse ways to explore Paris than with the aid of the Robb Johnson songbook.Other than that, yesterday wasn't great. I was feeling a bit under par: a touch light headed, and a somewhat upset stomach. Possibly it's just too long since I went outside and did things, exercise and fresh air, but these are not symptoms which fill me with the will to go out. I spent the afternoon on the sofa, in front of an open window, clutching Jerusalem, which I read a little but mostly dozed over. I didn't think I was short of sleep, I seem to be sleeping well enough (and I touch woos as I type this) but I certainly felt a whole let better for my lazy afternoon, so who knows?
Still not 100% today, but better. Today's acheivement (apart from a little light work) was placing an order with the cheese-stall-in-exile: this shouldn't be difficult, but it does involve using the phone, which is not my strong point, and then guessing what they might have in stock. I was still congratulating myself on this accomplishment when the delivery turned up on the doorstep. I'm getting to grips with the time-lag inherent in lockdown shopping, so this was a very pleasant surprose.
