New chairs arrived yesterday and I am sitting in one of them beside the huge window, divided into three parts, in our bedroom. The angle and perspective are different than in the living room. I am surprised to find that I am facing west. I would have thought south. That the island runs NW-SE throws me off. I can see the top of GANNET’s mast through a gap in the live oaks and palms, and a long curve of Skull Creek with a green channel marker a few hundred yards away. Last evening I was sitting here sipping Plymouth gin. With low overcast the sunset was not spectacular, but fifteen minutes later, Skull Creek turned a lovely deep rose that gradually faded.
The new chairs are comfortable.
I listened to Bach early today. For the past several evenings my Bach has come from a music video of Bach played by various mostly young artists on the guitar. Eric sent me the link for which I thank him. I note that several of the young women are as attractive as they are talented, not I expect by chance.
If you want to listen with me:
I am rereading the poetry of the Portuguese, Fernando Pessoa.
Of his work, not surprisingly I like the poems in MESSAGE most. They are about the sea and greatness.
I recall that I have posted these two before. They are worth reading again.
I just finished reading OUT OF THE DARK by the French novelist, Patrick Mondiano. This was one of the books that came to my attention through BookBud. I had not previously heard of Patrick Mondiano, although he won the Nobel Prize for Literature six years ago. Not all books I take a chance on from BookBud turn out well. Mercifully this one was short. Had it not been I doubt I would have finished it. It is not a bad book. It is said to be about love lost. I don’t think so. There is some implied sex. There is longing. But the characters are too pallid, too disaffected, too estranged to be capable of love. This may be a book for those who suffer from ennui and spiritual malaise. Portugal’s sailors would not have been interested in it. And neither am I.
Having no musical talent, I enjoy watching the hard earned dexterity of those who do.
I marveled at the fingers of the Bach guitarists.
I have long had Dupuytren’s Contracture, my only claim to being a Viking. It has not much progressed or bothered me, until in the past year or so the little finger on my right hand has become a claw. I first noticed this when doing push-ups. It can be corrected, but I don’t need that finger enough to undergo surgery. However, our recent cool spell caused me to order a pair of gloves from Amazon. They arrived and are very nice gloves, except I can’t get my little finger in them. A slight incision may be necessary: in the glove, not my finger.