Ravel's Bolero: my secret is out...

I've always thought it depicted unrelenting sex but kept it as a secret -- I don't know what made me think I would be the only one who would think that (an Ovation tv program this morning called it pretty much the same thing)

Delia

P.S. most romantic piece of music, according to me, is the 18th variation of Rachmaninoff's Symphony on a theme of Paganini D.

no compassion for the grandfather clock

I really want one! -- I think it gives soul to a living area but G.'s adamantly against it: "antiquated technology!" I don't want it for the technology, I want it for the atmosphere... I've been eying one with Westminster chimes and thinking I could just close my eyes and imagine I'm in front of the British Parliament --> G.'s been proposing to strip the sound of Big Ben from our vacation video and set it in an endless loop for me... "then you can put your feet up with a nice cup of tea and... knock yourself out listening to that silly thing!" somehow, that's not what I had in mind... so I wondered aloud what would happen if one day when G. got home, it would just be there :)... G.: "if I hear a peep out of it... it goes in the fireplace!" D.: :(

P.S. I like the tic-tac, tic-tac sound... it's like a heart beat ; G. just finds it enervating... D.

water fight!

ended up pouring my glass of cranberry juice down G.'s head... -- just didn't know how else to drive it home that I was *serious*!

I really need him to stop "fixing" all sort of "problems" that are really no problem for me... No! I do not need my desk cleared up... (I never know where to find things after he "tidies up"...) No! I do not need my email account organized... (I like it as simple as possible so I can easily find stuff I need and ignore the rest) etc.

Delia

P.S. anyways, it turned into a monster hilarious water fight, backing each other into pretty much each and every tiled area of the house (where we could pour water on each other without damaging anything) and laughing like we haven't done it in a long time... we ended-up in the bath tub... together... D.

special treat for Valentine's: G.'s cleaning house...

naked! D.

(VDay) The meaning of "Be mine!"

I never quite got it until G. wrote "M I N E !" across my bum with a magic marker...

Delia

P.S. he got away with it because I was happily napping... D.

he's going to give me a heart attack one day!

at least a couple of times a month I let out a blood-curdling-scream because he's sneaked-up on me when (and where...) I least expect it...

Delia

P.S. I'm going to have to remember to check the bath tub when I step out of the walk-in shower (fool me once etc.) D.

what will I remember from blogging?

Seth & Jon (fellow "contrarians") may well be the only ones I'll remember (11th comment)

Delia

P.S. and the felling of talking to myself in the future... (I think that's what really got me about blogging, the idea that I will be reading this 10, 20, 30...? who knows how many years down the road and hearing myself talk... well, more like think... D.