Morning walk

I have finally picked up my old habit of
walking for 1 hour in the morning so I set my
alarm clock to 6:30 and I walk after breakfast
from 8 to 9. That way I can beat the heat before
it gets to wild. This morning was odd, the sky a little
bit cloudy and the flies which I normally don't see
(in Danish we call the Thunder flies) indicated
that we would have a shower later on, and sure enough
one hour after I had hung my clothes out to dry
in the alley I had to rescue them before the rain.
Almost a tropical storm for a little while.

I have had men coming looking to see what kind of
work needs to be done. They all knock on the walls
and depending on where it is in the house they make
funny noises just like in Frances Mayle's Under the
Tuscan Sun.

Time

Sometimes it flies, sometimes it slows -
it just doesn't stop and when you walk
along a country road in the morning it
is of the languishing variety and when you
run down to the market before noon it runs
For a friend of mine here it is not an
easy time because he just got diagnosed
with a cancer - so for him it runs and he
wants it to stop - just like all the ones
that have died, unless it is painful.
The passengers aboard plane or in a car
just before the crash - time is an eternity.
This afternoon I am going to swim in
friends' pool and enjoy the sun which is very hot at
the moment. So my afternoon will be long and lazy
and for that I am thankful.

Concert?!

Walking down in my little village this morning
I had almost forgotten that I had been invited
to listen to preparations of a concert. It was
almost 11 before I remembered, or to be honest it
was one of my numerous acquaintances who reminded
me. The only other lady who was the one who originally
had told me was there and waved at me.
Three dedicated musicians the organ player, the trumpet
player and the soprano were working on the repertoire
for the concert they are going to give in honor of
two priest retiring. (Can priest really retire?)
What a morning feast for the ear. The trumpet
player sang on his trumpet, and once in a while they
had to go over their stuff. Sometimes they joked but the
music - Bach - Mozart - some French stuff I had not heard before
and then Vilja from the Merry Widow by Lehar was the
feast for my ears this morning.

It is a quiet day in Languedoc, sun is shining
the horizon will show you both the Pyrennees
and Beziers, not too far away, if you stand on
a special vantagepoint a little north of my
village. The vineyards are everywhere even though
the growers have to cut back a certain percentage of
the production this year according to the European
Community. They are not happy about that.
Languedoc wine was not known for their quality
but the last decade or so in order to compete and survive
the vintners are trying to produce a better quality.