As I listened to Claire de lune; Moonlight Sonata; and Vivaldi's Four Seasons, I was brought back to my childhood when Mom and Dad would play this lovely music on a radio station every evening in the summer, sitting outside on the front step. We three children would fall to sleep listening to the lovely tunes, and the soothing low talk of our parents.
|Here's the three kids in summer on the step. I presently live just a few blocks from this small house on Mullin Avenue.|
This evening I decided to clean, and listening to good, music made the work feel light.I have a special fondness for the music below, Pachelbel Canon in D, so wanted to share it here with you.
I'm wondering what you find relaxing, inspiring, and soothing? I am still looking for my friend, so any suggestions are most welcome.
Cleaning the apartment was also good for my soul this evening, I like the sense of a clean house just cleaned, and it needed doing. It has been so hot I haven't felt like exerting myself, but it was necessary this evening.
Here's why - yesterday morning Paul was in bed, (he worked til 2 that morning), when he heard a crashing sound. He came out to the kitchen, to find the window screen had fallen, and Herbert was standing over a small robin on the kitchen floor. He had apparently grabbed the poor bird off the window ledge.
Paul went to find some paper towels to pick up the bird, and returned to see Arthur making a swift getaway with bird in mouth, to under my bed. I didn't hear about the accident until this morning, as Paul and my paths haven't crossed for two days. He's left for work when I get home, and then gets home from work in the early morning.
Cleaning, the floor on my hands and knees with a cloth and pail, listening to lovely music seemed to soothe the atmosphere. I was sorry for the bird, and have learned my lesson to keep the kitchen window closed when out of the apartment.
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