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I MISS PRE-PANDEMIC LIFE. I’m sure I don’t miss it as much as others who haven’t had it so easy. All I can complain about is that I’m bored. (OK, maybe I feel a bit hopeless.) Yes, I have plenty to do, but I’m hardly motivated to do anything. I simply want to run away. And run away is what my mind regularly does.
I was looking at a photo of the Kid Brother and me sitting on a cannon at Fort Ticonderoga (click here), about 270 miles/435 km north of where we lived on Long Island, and that got me thinking of the old cannons in Fuengirola. That in turn took me to YouTube to find unusual versions of Paganini’s Pachelbel’s Canon.
According to Wikipedia, a canon, as opposed to a cannon, is “a contrapuntal compositional technique that employs a melody with one or more imitations of the melody played after a given duration. The initial melody is called the leader, while the imitative melody, which is played in a different voice, is called the follower.” I found plenty of unconventional versions of Pachelbel’s Canon but I’ve shared just one of the ones I liked that didn’t make my brain rattle, and didn’t go on for more than 9 minutes, (which means don’t send me the ones you find; I’ve listened to dozens).
Thursday was a great day from start to finish. Friday, coming after a great day from start to finish, was a letdown — except for seeing Tynan, Elena, and their daughter Paula (home from university for Easter) in the morning. Saturday was a blah day until my video chat with my sister-from-another-mother Susan in Oregon and then dinner with Lulu. Sunday was another blah day until our video chat with Nick, Alyson, Penny, and Edward in Colchester, England.
I woke up miserable this morning and forced myself out of the house after breakfast. Afterall, I had to get pictures of the cannons. San Geraldo baked apple cake yesterday and we’re having Moorish Chicken and Nut Pie for dinner. I’m doing a bit better currently. Talking (whining) to you helps.
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ECHO DE MENO LA VIDA pre-pandémica. Estoy seguro de que no lo extraño tanto como a otros que no lo han tenido tan fácil. De lo único que puedo quejarme es de que estoy aburrido. (Bueno, tal vez me siento un poco desesperado.) Sí, tengo mucho que hacer, pero apenas estoy motivado para hacer nada. Simplemente quiero huir. Y huir es lo que mi mente hace habitualmente.
Estaba mirando una foto de El Hermanito y yo sentados en un cañón en Fort Ticonderoga, a unas 435 km/270 millas al norte de donde vivíamos en Long Island, (haz clic aquí) y eso me hizo pensar en los viejos cañones de Fuengirola. Eso, a su vez, me llevó a YouTube para encontrar versiones inusuales del Canon de Pachelbel de Paganini.
Según Wikipedia, un canon, a diferencia de un cañón, es “una técnica de composición contrapuntística que emplea una melodía con una o más imitaciones de la melodía tocada después de una duración determinada. La melodía inicial se llama líder, mientras que la melodía imitativa, que se toca con una voz diferente, se llama seguidor”. Encontré muchas versiones no convencionales de Canon de Pachelbel, pero he compartido solo una de las que me gustó que no hizo que mi cerebro se agitara y no duró más de 9 minutos (lo que significa que no me envíes las que encuentras; he escuchado decenas).
El jueves fue un gran día de principio a fin. El viernes, después de un gran día de principio a fin, fue una decepción, excepto por ver a Tynan, Elena y su hija Paula (en casa de la universidad para Semana Santa) por la mañana. El sábado fue un día aburrido hasta que charlé por video con mi hermana-de-otra-madre Susan en Oregon y luego cené con Lulu. El domingo fue otro día aburrido hasta nuestro video chat con Nick, Alyson, Penny y Edward en Colchester, Inglaterra.
Me desperté miserable esta mañana y me obligué a salir de la casa después del desayuno. Después de todo, tenía que sacar fotos de los cañones. San Geraldo horneó tarta de manzana ayer y vamos a cenar pastel de pollo y nueces a la morisca. Lo estoy haciendo un poco mejor actualmente. Hablarte (lloriquear) te ayuda.
• En el castillo Sohail (de diciembre; no caminé allí hoy).
• Esta mañana mientras visitaba los cañones. El boxeo está de moda en la playa este año (mejor que estar adentro).
• Entré en la bolsa de regalo de chocolate de Lulu y elegí a SuSu primero en honor a Susan. Fue tan dulce como ella.
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The one thing I noticed …the sea looks real rough in that one picture! But dear…. the pictures of the cute boxers overshadowed the post, what was the rest about?
Mistress G Borghese:
The sea has been very rough for the past few days. Mostly not even good for surfing because the waves come from every direction and there’s a lot of chop. I hadn’t really appreciated the cute boxers, and simply took the pictures because I’ve seen different boxers on the beach every day. But they weren’t bad on second glance.
I wouldn’t mind punching out my frustrations on a beach right now…
The chicken and nut pie sounds great! i can’t wait to go back to Spain.
Sending you a big-ass hug xox
Natalie:
You’ll note they’re not wearing protective gear. Probably not a safe place for you to play. The Moorish pie is amazing and has become one of SG’s staples. Try “The New Spanish Table” cookbook. Every recipe is a winner. And sending YOU a big-ass hug right back!
I feel particularly down too. Just wanted to reach out and whine right back… Take care.
Kathleen:
So sorry to read that. Feel free to whine right back any time you want. Some days are simply overwhelming.
A test of our patience, an opportunity to watch boxers on the beach.
David:
And I’m grateful for that distraction.
LOVE this jazzed up version!!
How can you be bored with Moorish Chicken and Nut Pie with your whine? (sorry, couldn’t let that one pass by).
Jim:
I need to find a more robust and pleasing whine!
“All I can complain about is that I’m bored. (OK, maybe I feel a bit hopeless.) Yes, I have plenty to do, but I’m hardly motivated to do anything.” – THIS IS ME RIGHT NOW! after a year of COVID and being unemployed since june, it’s taking a toll on my brain.
that candy bar looks good; peanut butter center and rice krispies around it.
pachelbel’s canon was used at our wedding entrance in 1992.
anne marie:
I knew I wasn’t just talking about myself. What a year. That “peanut butter” was actually caramel! I didn’t realize Pachelbel’s Canon was such a popular wedding march song until I started looking for different versions.
Bored is bad enough, but at least you can do something about it with your friends, walks, and internet cannons/canons. I really like that quick springlike version of Pachelbel’s Canon – thanks! Not to mention the boxers.
Wilma:
You’re welcome for the boxers. I’ve seen others. I’ll get photos of the “best.”
This year has made me especially grateful for our location. I might have been even more whiney had we lived somewhere else.
I loved the old picture of you and the Kid Brother, but then I lingered a bot at the boxers.
Bob:
And here I thought you wouldn’t be able to tear your eyes off adorable me. (But, yeah, I lingered, too.)
Yes it is a long time and I have to find things to do but I always manage to. Now we wait for the vaccine and that will bring a new day and this has me hopeful. Spring also with warmer weather despite the high winds makes everything look different.
Laurent:
No idea at this point when our vaccine appointments will be. And that makes us a bit more anxious.
I’ve been a fan of Pachelbel’s Canon since the first second I ever heard it! Love, love, LOVE this jazzy version!
Debra:
The first guy I ever “dated” loved Pachelbel’s Canon. I heard it A LOT.
Tut ! those boxers should be wearing masks.
Not only that, they should be wearing boxers. 😉
Walt the Fourth:
To be consistent at the very least least! Boxer briefs would also be acceptable.
Urspo:
Yep. I’m not really sure how they decide what’s safe. I wonder if they would have been ticketed or warned had the police passed by.
The last time I was at Ticonderoga was 2006. I went to William Henry the next day. Hadn’t been to either fort since I was a kid. Such fun!
Walt the Fourth:
That 1961 photo was the only time I visited Ticonderoga. I was fascinated. And, at that time, they had complete skeletons on display, positioned as they were found on the battlefield. We also visited Fort William Henry (on another trip) but never McHenry.