One thing that Spring makes you do is spring clean. I have to confess that I am not the most conscientious housekeeper in existence. To put it mildly. But there does come a point where needs must.
I think one of the reasons why I am not diligently domestic is that, once I get into it, I don't stop.
I had it all planned, a room a day over the long weekend. And actually, I didn't do too, badly. Although I did nothing on Monday; the bedroom can wait until next weekend. Supposedly menial tasks can be made much easier by the judicious selection of music. Favourites, not just the latest CD that happens to have arrived.
I had played Parsifal the previous weekend, rather ruling it out for Good Friday. Ditto Messiah which had gone down on Maundy Thursday. But, nevertheless, most of the weekend was given over to Handel and Wagner. And why not! (with a bit of Gluck thrown in for good measure). It's good to get a whole Ring Cycle in; one of these days I am going to throw down random unconnected thoughts as I go through an entire Ring. The Handel was best represented by Tamerlano on DVd. And just for a bit variety,Christus am Olberge also featured on Friday. Interspersed were various discs from the 'Acoustic' series, which most definitely isn't dead Germans, but also deserves a marathon play-and-blog session at some stage. Some pure gold mixed with turkeys!.
Anyway, this is a roundabout way of saying why I haven't blogged. While I was labouring away trying to achieve a nirvanic state of cleanliness, thoughts were going through my mind about writing purple prose about the delights of wiping the herb-and-spice bottles and the fizz of descaling the kettle. But, really, there isn't much point.
I'm out tomorrow at Dido & Aeneas and the controversial Acis & Galatea, and I'm going to a leaving do on Thursday. There will be more domesticity over the weekend, but I expect I shall get back in to the blogging thing.
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