Robbo Is Listening To…

 

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.

Back In Harness Random

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.

In Which The Wheels Go ‘Round

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!