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Reset Forty-Eight, Day Seventy-Six
May. 10th, 2023 06:58 amNodding of in front of the computer again, at risk of splatting on the floor. Tuesday didn't amount to much, so a typical day for these days. It was mild most of the day, and I was able to take my naps under only one layer of blanket. I must have eaten something, as I recall having indigestion, though I don't remember what it was or when I ate it. I was very itchy. I also remember lying in bed being very sad for a long time, though I can't remember what I was sad about.
I need to call my nephew who is going to help me assemble the floor lamp/reading lamp. I haven't felt like getting around to that for days now, even though I'm not the one who will be doing most of the actual work. Other stuff to do too, but that stuff I don't even feel like thinking about. Having groceries fetched is one of them, and the store I want to get them from hasn't got much of interest on sale this week. I haven't checked the other stores. I keep hoping I will start enjoying shopping online, but I haven't yet.
Oh, I should sleep. The sky is getting light, and it's going to be balmy today, then downright bloody hot for the next couple of weeks at least. July is arriving in May. Day after day of sultriness will be our lot. That snow in the mountains will be melting fast.
A short time ago I came across the news that soprano Grace Bumbry died on May 7. She was one of the great voices of the 20th century, and had an uncommonly long career, from the 1950s well into the 21st century, singing the title role in Tchaikovsky's "Queen of Spades" with the Vienna Opera in 2013, at the age of 78, though she had given a formal farewell performance in 1997. A few of her recordings on vinyl were among the records I lost in the fire a few years ago. One of my favorites was one of her recordings of "Carmen." I can't find that particular version on the Internet, but here is her splendid interpretation of the "Seguedille" from a later essay of the same role. What a rare treasure. Rest in Peace, Grace Bumbry.
I need to call my nephew who is going to help me assemble the floor lamp/reading lamp. I haven't felt like getting around to that for days now, even though I'm not the one who will be doing most of the actual work. Other stuff to do too, but that stuff I don't even feel like thinking about. Having groceries fetched is one of them, and the store I want to get them from hasn't got much of interest on sale this week. I haven't checked the other stores. I keep hoping I will start enjoying shopping online, but I haven't yet.
Oh, I should sleep. The sky is getting light, and it's going to be balmy today, then downright bloody hot for the next couple of weeks at least. July is arriving in May. Day after day of sultriness will be our lot. That snow in the mountains will be melting fast.
A short time ago I came across the news that soprano Grace Bumbry died on May 7. She was one of the great voices of the 20th century, and had an uncommonly long career, from the 1950s well into the 21st century, singing the title role in Tchaikovsky's "Queen of Spades" with the Vienna Opera in 2013, at the age of 78, though she had given a formal farewell performance in 1997. A few of her recordings on vinyl were among the records I lost in the fire a few years ago. One of my favorites was one of her recordings of "Carmen." I can't find that particular version on the Internet, but here is her splendid interpretation of the "Seguedille" from a later essay of the same role. What a rare treasure. Rest in Peace, Grace Bumbry.
