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A couple weeks back I posted a yootoob of a G-major Capriccio of Haydn’s from which I derive immense pleasure playing myself.  This is another, out of the same book.   As with the other, it’s witty, at times silly and always good-natured.

I like it.  That’s all.

Greetings, my fellow port swillers!  The first day back from vacation you probably shouldn’t expect too much from ol’ Robbo’s braims, so here goes:

♦  I actually enjoy the feeling of slotting back into the ol’ routine, an enjoyment only slightly decreased by an office-mate’s response to my mention of it this morning of, “Wait. You were gone?”

♦  This year’s “routine” is only temporary, however, since the elder gels start high school and middle school respectively in a few weeks.  As it turns out, I’ll be dropping both of them off in the mornings.  I must needs see about snagging a downtown parking spot and mapping out some efficient flight plans.

♦  Think I’m going to miss the metro after better than fifteen years’ worth of commuting on it?  Not bloody likely!

♦  Speaking of going places, I’m headed back to the doc’s tomorrow morning.  Regular friends of the decanter will recall that bronchitis/infection thing Robbo was whining about all spring?  Still have it, at least the infection part, lurking somewhere in the base of my throat.  Perhaps an amputation is called for.

♦  For once it’s not so hot and humid as to make wearing a coat and tie a thing of utter misery.  It’s still hardly what I would call comfortable, but at least I don’t feel an almost overwhelming urge to run amok.

♦  I have yet to see a single Olympic event and likely will preserve this O-fer intact.

♦  On the other hand, if I keep watching my beloved Nats squeak out insanely improbable extra-innings wins like last evening’s, I may well not survive August.

♦  On the literary front, and perhaps because I’m still in beach-reading mode, I’ve taken up Rosemary Sutcliff’s The Eagle of the Ninth.  I bought the whole trilogy for the eldest gel last year.  She hasn’t touched ’em, but I figure that if I do and bring back a glowing report, it might encourage her.  I mean, vengeful centurions and rogue druids – what’s not to love?

♦  Oh, and one other very random thing.  I came across a reference to the line from Shakespeare’s Much Ado where Benedict says, “Shall quips and sentences and these paper bullets of the brain awe a man from the career of his humor?”  I just love that image.

Well, that’s what I’ve got at the moment.

Greetings, my fellow port swillers!

I simply must get one of these for the Robbo sideboard:

A glass of wine (since it’s already poured) with the lovely and talented Sarah G!


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