giovedì 14 settembre 2023

TC is a bloody old moaner.

 

No, that's not TC, that's a spider, but we'll get to that later.

TC, the oldest blogger in our community (I think by twelve years), seems to spend half his time moaning about the frequency of my posting. I think that he forgets that, as a much younger man, I have quite a few tasks to fill my week (besides doing essential chores).

  1. I teach violin one day per week and I am on call for relief teacher work on the other four days that schools are open. 
  2. I practise and play the violin and it's possible that I could even get a gig one day.
  3. I practise and play the double bass and I have a short (well, very short) solo gig coming up in just over a week.
  4. I work on improving my Italian.
Parliamo dell'italiano.

After all these years (well over twenty) of working on my Italian, I am now going all out. My biggest problem seems to be listening. I'm also working from a grammar book that is pretty intense.




On these next few pages you might get an idea of the effort I am making.






As I said, listening and understanding spoken Italian is not a thing that I'm strong at?


Why?


I think there are a few reasons for this, and it certainly isn't my ability to hear.

  • I panic and this takes my attention off simply listening like a child does.
  • I'm too analytical. It's like playing music - you should be analytical when you're practising but NOT WHEN YOU'RE PERFORMING.
  • I'm sure that my vocabulary could use more practice, though I do have a pretty big vocabulary - probably I just need more listening practice.
I've certainly begun working on that last point!

* * *

Okay, so why the spider?

While having a shower this morning I noticed, like I usually do, the spider who makes his home (he also works from home) up near the ceiling in the corner of our shower. He no doubt looks on the space as his home, and therefore his property, but what are his thoughts on the rest of the bathroom? Does he just think it's part of his environment or does he sometimes wonder how this space came into existence? Maybe he thinks that a god built it? How does he explain those big creatures who occasionally stand nearby and get wet? He'd have to have invented a back story to that.

Maybe spiders have written a bible? A spider bible. The Spible?




It would be logical for a spider to imagine 'god' as being like one of his own species.

Spenesis 1:1 In the beginning there was Spod. Spod said, "Let there be a cobweb." And there was a cobweb, but Spod needed something to hang His cobweb on. So Spod made trees and rectangular corners.

Spenesis 1:2 Spod was happy so, after a while, He rested on His web.

Spenesis 1:3 And then Spod really got to work making things. He made two spiders whom he called Spadam and Speve. He invented big creatures who could make things like bathrooms, and He instructed one to build the perfect bathroom. He named it The Bathroom of Speden and he put His two spider creations in it.

* * *

Okay, you all know what happens next, a fly comes along and tempts Speve with the forbidden daddy longlegs wing. The rest is history. Well, when I say 'history', only if you believe in the Spible.



Ciao tutti.

5 commenti:

THE CURMUDGEON ha detto...

Well at least it was a long post with or without the wind.

I studied French at school as you know and then at university. After 50 years I'm still OK at French reading and writing and probably understand French grammar better than English grammer (just testing you).
I'm hopeless now and even back in the day at speaking and listening to French. With my work I did lots of trips to France but nly muddled through with easy to remember phrases. It got a bit tricky when 'out in the country' though.

re the spider, I hope it's not a white-tail. I've been watching a spider in the kitchen for a couple of weeks. It built a little web at the bottom corner of the kitchen window (an old sash window) and would come out to watch me when I was cooking. When I got real close it would scuttle back through a gap in the window. I had a nagging suspicion though that it might be a white tail and wanted to get a closer look. I was bitten on the toe by a white tail about 14 years ago and it was a very painful experience. A couple of times I tried to capture it in a glass to put outside but it was too fast for me. Today I raised the window to check it out but found that it had gone. Maybe it knew that Lynn was on the way home and wouldn't be as tolerant as me.

Richard (of RBB) ha detto...

What does 'nly' mean?

I 'studied' French at school but never came across that word.

THE CURMUDGEON ha detto...

It's like those mobiles that dangle above babies in cots, or the laser lights that excite cats.

I admit that the comment was too long and should have known that your concentration would wane. Mea culpa (or 'ma faute' if you prefer).

Anonimo ha detto...

We say mia culpa in italiano.
All I'm asking for is a quick proofread.

Next thing you'll be having Lausania for dinner!

THE CURMUDGEON ha detto...

No, Robert's probably having that.
I might give Lusitania a go tonight. It's dangerous but I heard that it goes down well.