It sweat.

 It sweat and windy in the Nui. 

Oops, sorry, I meant to say it's wet.

I went to a concert at St. Peter's in Wellington's Willis Street yesterday. The main performer was a young lady who is planning to go to Italy to further her double bass playing. She has been studying at university, and her playing was very good. She played Classical music by Italian composers. Well done! Her teacher played a piece too. He was young and very good. He played some great harmonics!

I guess I'd better get my double bass out today and try those harmonics!

Sorry to hear that Robert's foot is playing up. I hope it feels better soon. 

Peter is still in Aussie. I'm not sure when he is due back in Thorndon.

Today is the feast day of St. Tim. He was a guy who carried out maintenance checks on that helicopter that took Mary up to Heaven. 

I'm planning to go to nothing o'clock mass today. As St. Tim said, "It's not being in the helicopter that really matters, it's carrying out regular maintenance."

This post needs another picture, to hold your interest.

Paw Patrol

My great friend Harrison is really into Paw Patrol. They come second only to Spiderman. He hasn't shown any interest in Jack Reacher yet. Give him time.

It's still pissing down here. The rain is supposed to stop soon, but I doubt it will. Time will tell.

That's it from me for today.

Continuate a praticare con costanza.

Ciao tutti.

Spiderman!

 

My best friend Harrison is a huge fan of Spiderman. in fact, he often wears Spiderman clothes and even likes to be called by that name.

Spiderman, Grandma and myself were sitting around a table at Grandma's house yesterday. We had been doing some jigsaw puzzles. I asked my little friend if I could be Spiderman too. He replied, "No."

We continued to sit around the table. Grandma and I have this habit of always recording what we have spent. It's an unnecessary habit that I picked up from my dad. I remembered that I had bought a Cleanskin and not recorded it. I thought I'd better step into the bedroom and write it down in the book that is kept in a drawer in there. 

Spiderman noticed me in there and obviously thought that I looked upset. Maybe it was the way I was sitting on the edge of the bed? He came into the bedroom and cuddled me. Then he said, "Mummy and Daddy can get you some Spiderman clothes."

What a lovely little chap is Spiderman!* I think I'll buy him a present today (and something for his brother).

I practised my guitar for an hour this morning. I will get onto some violin practice this afternoon. I did practise all three instruments yesterday. 

Peter is still in Aussie and talking with an Aussie lisp. If he mentions 'sex', He's just talking about the number between five and seven.  So don't get alarmed.

Robert will be at work and probably singing hymns as he works.

"The lord is my shepherd, 

No want shall I know.

I feed in green pastures and

He'll probably eat me in the end."

Okay, I'm off because I have things to do.

Ciao tutti.

* Aka Harrison.

The state of the blogs.

Good morning.

It is true that blogger Peter has never been known for his proofreading skills but, since visiting Aussie, his grammar skills are suffering too. On a comment on one of Robert's recent posts he wrote, "That’d have fixed him." Wow! That must be an Aussie saying! Then, on a comment on this blog, he talks about Mr. Linford in the plural! He probably won't get a chance to check out Heaven but, if he did, he would find that there is only one Mr. Linford. Believe me, that is more than enough! 

Robert's blog is back under a new silly name. 'Walk with me Rob'. Holy shit! Yes, and he is writing holy shit too!  

"In the Gospel reading today Jesus reminds us to be merciful. The parable goes ...King Peter was 3000 km away and asked RBB to pay his debt. RBB pleaded saying he had no money so King Peter forgave him and cancelled it. Then RBB messaged Robert demanding he pay back some money Robert still owed him from a poker game when they were younger. King Peter was very angry when he heard and sent RBB a message on his blog to pay back all the money he owed him afterall." 

Where did all that shit come from? He finishes this post with, ""The greatest investment you can make is in yourself"." It looks like a quote. What is going on in Robert's mind. God only knows!

I did two and a half hours of practice yesterday - 2 hours on the violin and half an hour on the guitar. I guess I'll try to get a bit of double bass practice done this morning. I won't tell you what I practised because I suspect that no one will be interested. It WAS good practice though.

Well, that's it from me for this morning. I've got to get my car in for a service and a warrant check. 

Sospetto che i tempi della buona grammatica siano ormai definitivamente tramontati.

Ciao.

Just a quick new post to keep things moving along.

 Well, as you know, Rob's blog is all shut up and Peter is in Aussie. That just leaves me here.

I did three hours of guitar practice yesterday. I've already done 1/2 an hour this morning and will add to that. I'll also do some violin practice.

I'm off to the 'old time' and 'bluegrass' jam this afternoon and I'm taking both violin and guitar. I need to give them both a chance to play. It's important to get out and have a play.

Well, I'd better get that violin out and give it a good warm up.

Sorry, but it's just a short little post this morning.

Ciao.

What's on in Darwin?

 Hi.

One of our bloggers (Peter) is presently in Aussie and is having trouble posting pictures of his situation. He asked me to help. Here we go.

Darwin.

Charles Darwin.

Japanese bombing raids.

Cyclone Tracey and the evacuation.

A random and funny photo of Robert.

Throw in a photo of yourself (me).

Okay Peter, no need for thanks.

 Our other blogger, Robert, has closed down his blog again, so I have decided to delete the link to his site from my blog. 

Arrivederci Robert.

Ciao tutti.

What's happening around the blogs?

 NOTHING.

Let me elaborate.

Look at my blog page. Up in the right hand corner you'll see a title with two entries below it.

A cough in the distance. 

Do you get it? Think "Far cough."

Under this title are links that will take you to the other two bloggers from around here.

Non lo so - this will take you to Robert's blog that keeps changing its name and closing down. It is presently called "Wholly Holy Love" and is closed down.

The Curmudgeon is Peter's main blog. He has other blogs for all sorts of Curmudgeons, but they don't feature much. 

Peter is presently in Australia and plans to do some hiking and some train riding. He probably won't have time to write a blog post until he returns to Thorndon. Even then I can't promise you that he'll write one in the first week or so. That's his style.

As I said, Robert's blog is all shut up. I should really delete my link to it, but I'll leave it for now.

If you look at my last post, you will see that it presently has 43 comments. I've been a bit unwell lately and where the computer resides is in a very cold room, so I have preferred to write things from my phone in a warm room. So, there are a couple of 'comment posts' among those comments, as well as some very good jokes.

Although I have not been that well, I have kept my practice up to date.

The present amount of concentrated practice (and I will add more today) is:

Violin 160 hours + double bass 31 hours + guitar 29 1/2 hours = 220 1/2 hours. 

That's after 217 1/2 days.

That's it for today, I still have practice to do before picking up my little pal from childcare.

Remember: In Spagna la pioggia cade soprattutto in pianura.

Ciao.

Steve is a brikehead.

 

In the 1970s Peter, Robert and I (your three bloggers) worked for a liquor firm called Murray Roberts. Murray Roberts was attached to another firm called Levin and Co. Murray Roberts generally sold booze to individual customers and organisations like clubs. Levin and Co sold to pubs and other companies. The two firms worked side by side and all the employees knew each other. One Levin and Co employee was a truck driver named Steve. He certainly wasn't a genius, but he was a nice enough fellow. Sometimes 'humerous' statements were found written on the walls in the back storerooms. A very noticeable one appeared one day. It was written in big letters and said, "Steve is a brikehead."

Okay, there is a moral behind this. A moral that's probably better than Robert will hear in mass today. The guy who chose to insult Steve's intelligence could not spell 'brick head'.  This actually tells us more about the composer than the victim. 

The moral: 

Be careful when you set out to insult someone, unless it is Mr. Linford.

Yesterday I did 1 1/2 hours of violin practice. Not too bad. I've been working quite a bit on playing scales all over the violin lately. Those scales can make you feel comfortable all over the violin.

"We've come for the table."

Well, I'll leave you there for this morning.

Tieni i mattoni lontani dalla testa.

Ciao.