Ok, so I voted for the following (in no particular order):
Beethoven - Egmont Overture
Smetana - Ma Vlast
Elgar - Cello Concerto
Bizet - The Pearl Fishers (for Au fond du temple saint of course!)
Rossini - Stabat Mater
Verdi - Requiem
Mozart - Requiem
Copland - Rodeo
Shostakovich - Symphony No. 5
Bernstein - Candide
What do you think?
Wednesday 29 September 2010
Moments
I have moments. Sometimes a lot, often not for ages then one will come along and grab me by the scruff of my neck and shake me about a bit. I had one tonight. I think it's been brewing for a few days but I managed to keep it under wraps and focused on a completely innocuous girly book (Anybody Out There by Miriam Keyes if you're wondering) which I picked up from our lunchroom bookshelf at work. If I could keep it aimed at the book, I could function when I wasn't reading it.
Anyway, I started reading it at work, which meant I was desperately trying not to cry in the middle of the lunchroom. This, plainly, would not do. So, I brought the book home. By the time I finished it tonight I was a sticky mess. The tears I've been holding back for days I could finally let go because I was on my own and it was ok. No prettily crying for me, oh no. Huge, gutwrenching heartbreaking sobs and tears that seemed like they wouldn't stop.
Still, I must have needed it, because I feel a whole lot better now.
Anyway, I started reading it at work, which meant I was desperately trying not to cry in the middle of the lunchroom. This, plainly, would not do. So, I brought the book home. By the time I finished it tonight I was a sticky mess. The tears I've been holding back for days I could finally let go because I was on my own and it was ok. No prettily crying for me, oh no. Huge, gutwrenching heartbreaking sobs and tears that seemed like they wouldn't stop.
Still, I must have needed it, because I feel a whole lot better now.
Tuesday 28 September 2010
Powderfinger!
I go to see Powderfinger tonight, yay!! Please spare some (ok, a lot) of sympathy for my poor husband. These tickets were his birthday present, and work sent him away this morning for a week...not a happy hubby, oh no.
Saturday 25 September 2010
Wednesday 22 September 2010
Domesticity
What is it about men and cleaning the kitchen? There's absolutely no problem when it comes to arranging the garage down to the minutest details, cleaning floors, cleaning fishs tanks etc. but ask them to do something in the kitchen and suddenly all sense goes out the window. In what possible world does putting dirty plates in the sink count as 'cleaning up'? How do they think dishes will get cleaned in the dishwasher when they've dumped them in in such a manner that the water will not actually be able to get to them.
I know an effort has been made and I do appreciate it but it just means more work for me in the end because I end up doing the dishes sitting in the sink and reloading the dishwasher so I won't have to do it again.
It can't be that hard, surely?
Mind you, I have had tea cooked for me the last two nights in a row so I can't complain too much ;)
I know an effort has been made and I do appreciate it but it just means more work for me in the end because I end up doing the dishes sitting in the sink and reloading the dishwasher so I won't have to do it again.
It can't be that hard, surely?
Mind you, I have had tea cooked for me the last two nights in a row so I can't complain too much ;)
Friday 10 September 2010
A new chapter
I've been thinking about this for a while. I've contemplated that eternal question, to tweet or not to tweet, and thought about restarting my old blog. I keep thinking of things which are closely followed by the thought "Oh, I should blog that".
I'm not sure about Twitter, yet. I may still join. I don't know.
My old blog. Yes, well. I must admit, I re-read some of my old posts and I'm quite amazed by some of the things that I wrote. I can be quite eloquent at times. I can also be quite incomprehensible. That probably won't change! Still, my blog was started when I was travelling and needed a way to report to my family without sending mass emails. It saw me through about 4/5 years during which I came to Australia, met a couple of reprobates and finally met the man (in a packing shed on a farm of all places) who, in a very short space of time, became my husband. It saw, over time, our wedding, our first couple of years of marriage, the purchase of the boat which is my husband's pride and joy and the purchase of our first house. It ended, and there I think it should stay, when I miscarried our first baby at the end of my first trimester.
So there you have it, in a nutshell, the trials and tribulations of the last 5 years.
This is not, exactly, a new beginning, more a new volume to an ongoing series. So, read it, don't read it, I really don't mind. I'm just glad to be writing again.
I'm not sure about Twitter, yet. I may still join. I don't know.
My old blog. Yes, well. I must admit, I re-read some of my old posts and I'm quite amazed by some of the things that I wrote. I can be quite eloquent at times. I can also be quite incomprehensible. That probably won't change! Still, my blog was started when I was travelling and needed a way to report to my family without sending mass emails. It saw me through about 4/5 years during which I came to Australia, met a couple of reprobates and finally met the man (in a packing shed on a farm of all places) who, in a very short space of time, became my husband. It saw, over time, our wedding, our first couple of years of marriage, the purchase of the boat which is my husband's pride and joy and the purchase of our first house. It ended, and there I think it should stay, when I miscarried our first baby at the end of my first trimester.
So there you have it, in a nutshell, the trials and tribulations of the last 5 years.
This is not, exactly, a new beginning, more a new volume to an ongoing series. So, read it, don't read it, I really don't mind. I'm just glad to be writing again.
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