Sunday when I last posted I went off in the evening to a lovely nostalgic theatre performance with music. One of my favourite actors did some singing and dreaming about the old days. I was on my own, which actually was fine. Monday we were back in the Record Office where we managed to copy quite a few documents from my ancestors legal and other affairs and order up a few more for next time. Tuesday I had an appointment with my homeopath and she came up with a few concerns, but hopefully not too serious. I am back on probiotics and 1 litre of lapacho tea a day, so I think I'm OK.
In the evening I went to the Opera with Andor and Kati. It was the first time that they had Wagner on ever since I have had this subscription ticket. The Flying Dutchman is a very early opera from Wagner and I must admit it was a lot less heavy than most of his other operas. We had to sit still for 2 and half hours as they played it in one go. Andor was seriously worried about his bladder, but eventually he survived as well. With me it is just my joints that suffer when I can hardly move for this long a time.
Wednesday was spent mostly on the computer, packing and in another theatre in the evening. It was Tony Kushner's Angels in America, which has been sold out for months and we could only get the tickets way back at the beginning of December queueing early in the morning by freezing nearly to death outside. Not all of my friends liked it, but I think all those that understood it were impressed by both the handling of the social and political problems in the States around the AIDS crisis and many other aspects of modern life. The direction and the acting were superb, I am glad I went. On Thursday I managed to squeeze in a quick appointment with my rheumatologist before we caught the bus to the village.
The countryside was beautifully white, but the house was not too cold. I went and lit the stove immediately after feeding the birds. They took a while to find their way back to us, but within 24 hours they were back in large numbers. Blue Tit, Great Tit, Coal Tit, Gold Finch, Chaffinch, Hawfinch, Green Finch, Nuthatch and one or two others who I have not managed to identify yet. Other than the bowls full of sunflower seeds, I have put up a big piece of speck fat as well as two balls of suet with seeds in it. It is such a joy watching them mobbing the food and unfortunately in the case of the goldfinch - each other. Argumentative and agressive the gold finches are, which is a shame, because the rest of them are ever so sweet and friendly.
Since we have got back the weather had been pretty perishing. No more snow, but so cold that the lot that had fallen a week and a bit ago is still everywhere. Roy managed to catch one of the locals who was in need of a sub and made him chop some logs for it. He was happy and so was I as I don't think Roy is strong enough for axe work any more. There is a fair amount of work still on the computer, and whenever I can get away from all that, I currently escape to one of my favourite crime writers, Lynda la Plante. I have never seen the television version of The Red Dahlia, which is good, because in my experience the book is always better than the TV adaptation, but if I feel like watching it after I finished the book I can always get it on DVD.
And finally today I managed a little chat with my little monster from across the seas. As you can see he was packing for a trip up to Ottawa where his mother is running in The Hyperthermic Half Marathon tomorrow. The weather forecast is for -16 Celsius, so I hope she will wrap up well.
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