More Prattle from Povey

  It's been stirred by a tearjerker from Les Misérables. Empty Chairs and Empty Tables.  Oh my. How did I ever miss it? Healing tears. https://youtu.be/TBQMzrrhyIo?si=lX1SIVWX_hSkJt8t

Cooper on the left.  Gustie on the right. Gustie is fifteen years old and very weary, He belongs to my friend Fred and his wife Diana.  They are in post hurricane digs in Bradenton; their Longboat Key home having been damaged by the Hurricanes.  I visited them this afternoon. What fun. To our delight the ancient Gustie and the youthful Cooper had a ball.   T hey wrestled and played indoors for more than half an hour.   Fred and Diana could hardly believe their eyes.  They'd never in fifteen years seen Gustie have such fun. I was proud of my dearest C as he minded his manners.  He knew that Gusty was in charge.

  Cooper on the left.  Gusty on the right. Gusty is fifteen years old and weary, He belongs to my friend Fred and his wife Diana.  They are in post hurricane digs in Bradenton; their Longboat Key home having been damaged by the Hurricanes.  I visited them this afternoon. What fun. To our delight ancient Gusty and youthful Cooper had a ball.  T hey wrestled and played indoors for more than half an hour. Fred and Diana could hardly believe their eyes. I was proud of my dearest C as he minded his manners.  He knew that Gusty was in charge.

                                                         YESTERDAY An injection of Cortisone to alleviate the severe pain caused by Sacroiliitis.  In and out of the clinic in 45 minutes.  The Doctor asserts that these injections may have to be more frequent than I would wish, given some of the side effects of Cortisone.   I'll have a checkup in two weeks at which I will raise the possibility of Physical Therapy as a preventative.             Please, no suggestions unless you are an Orthopedist.                                                         DINNER TODAY    Fine Italian made Rigatoni with Chili  (and a bit of cheese)

  He is a thirteen years old Greyhound. Old and tired. He wanders around a bit, bit is not up to romps with Cooper. Buddy sometimes strolls over to me for a nose rub.

 I am very fortunate

  I've rigged this up so that Mr. C can sit in the front passenger seat to enjoy the view; and to prevent him from wandering around as we drive out and about.

  Often a Monday dinner made with leftovers from Sunday. If the Sunday meat was Lamb it was SHEPHERD'S PIE If it was Beef it was COTTAGE PIE You cannot make Shepherd's Pie with Beef whatever the Cafe Menu asserts.  So now you know.  J Michael Persnickety  GOD SAVE THE KING!  

  Feliz Mendelssohn was a baptised Christian of Jewish heritage. We owe so much to him, his music,  and not least to his "rediscovery" of J.S.  Bach.  We also salute his sister Fanny. What has led me to Mendelssohn?  'Tis simple.    Modern America bans books in our new dark ages. and N-zi Germany banned Mendelsohn's music on account of his Jewish heritage. n the 20th century the  Nazi regime  and its  Reichsmusikkammer  cited Mendelssohn's Jewish origin in banning performance and publication of his works, even asking Nazi-approved composers to rewrite incidental music for  A Midsummer Night's Dream  ( Carl Orff  obliged). [ 189 ]  Under the Nazis, "Mendelssohn was presented as a dangerous 'accident' of music history, who played a decisive role in rendering German music in the 19th century 'degenerate'." [ 190 ]  The  German Mendelssohn Scholarship  for students at the Leipzig Conservatoire was discontinued in 1934 (and not revived unt

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  See you Monday! We look forward to seeing you on  Monday, November 11th  for Concert Perspectives where Daniel Jordan, Concertmaster; Betsy Hudson Traba, Principal flute; and Nathan Frantz, viola will share their insights into the performance of  Masterworks 1:  Going Places   in a moderated panel discussion with Chief Marketing & Communications Officer Gordon Greenfield. Event Details When:  Monday, November 11, 2024, 10:30 am Where:  Holley Hall, Beatrice Friedman Symphony Center What a pleasure to be at this event (jmp) These musicians spoke about their experience of playing for the first time under Sarasota Orchestra's new Music Director Designate, We gained important insights and information as just what it means to be an Orchestra and not a cohort of prima donnas, I had a brief conversation with Betsy Hudson Traba.  I told her that my eyes and ears are attuned to her and her wonderful focus and energy.  ;;;;;;; Giancarlo Guerrero He is getting rave reviews from the musi

  He chose to use one of my walking shoes as an overnight urinal.  The shoe is outside in the warmth of the sun. He is forgiven. NEEDS /MUST

 

  It came from one Graham Hunt, a friend from many years ago. Pictured are members of the Bristol based Venturers Boys Club on a field trip to the Port of Avonmouth. I remember some of the lads. Centre frame is Jeff Davies - a longtime friend (since 1950).  We saw each other this year. I am crouched down.  I still had hair.  I was a skinny kid - puberty hit me a bit late. I was a reluctant member.  I had no interest in woodwork.  I was 100% inept at Table Tennis.   Being precociously religious I was at home in the semi formal services which were a feature of the Club.

  I am fortunate beyond measure.  Here Mr C. is having a butt scratch from his friend Ashley. He is utterly handsome of course.   More importantly he is filled with affection towards me; and sweetly gentle with one and all.  Today a mechanic at Tire Kingdom; a shelf stocker at Walgreens; and a cashier there. He spreads the joy which we all need. He brings happy tears to my eyes. I am fortunate beyond measure. It's nothing to do with me. He is a giver.  So many others are recipients of his dogly/godly grace. Nun danket alle Gott  

  Cooper had a great splash around in a paddling pool at the dog park. He immediately rolled around in the mud. I call this post baptismal sin. Sample photo'   This isn't Cooper

  He does this at home.  Hind legs on the floor.  Front legs either side of my legs.  Then we snuggle. It's impossible to take a selfies of this. But we did a repeat show at the home of my friends Ron and Char. Char was the official photographer. Cool eh?

https://youtu.be/Dg0R5vhporU?si=hUyi2fUPAM05KUHj  

 

  Yes, I often have beautiful romantic dreams.  Of course I wake with a sense of disappointment! Here is my favourite romantic song. It's by Romberg. Here is the song.  When I grow too old to Dream   https://youtu.be/W1vXsbqZnK4?si=rx51zr8YrcPtY-CG

                                                    On Lockwood Ridge Rd. Sarasota My friend Donna C was raised as a Presbyterian in the Philadelphia area. She married Jack C, a Presbyterian from Charlotte N.C. After a long and storied Naval Career Jack became an Anglican, and was ordained in the Church of England, serving parishes there and later in Newport R.I. In retirement he was an honorary assistant at St. Boniface Church in Sarasota FL Donna was a cheerful but somewhat uncomfortable Anglican. After Jack's death her heart and mind took her back to the Presbyterian Church, at Northminster Presbyterian Church in Sarasota .   After approval by the Session (Vestry/Church Council) she was received into that Church yesterday. I promised to watch the service on You Tube. That's where matters took a funny turn. I was surprised to see a woman Pastor as Northminster's Pastor is a man.  "Maybe", I thought, "the Pastor is away". I persisted, waiting for the mo

  TH E HYMN  - by  an opinionated retired Minister. Forget "For All The Saints". It's a bit too triumphalist for me. It drags on a bit, wearying the congregation and leaving it breathless!  I suspect Church organists love it' Here is my choice, with the text by the great and noble Puritan Richard Baxter:    https://www.britannica.com/biography/Richard-Baxter      "Ye Holy Angels Bright" https://youtu.be/s7gVCTKnSQM I love the comprehensive progression: The Holy Angels      The Blessed Souls at Rest           The saints who toil below  (the Church)                The individual  (my soul bear thou thy part) There are five words in the last stanza which I find to be utterly delicious:  "with a well-tuned heart".   Could  there  be a better metaphor for the whole business of discipleship/prayer/ gracious spirituality