Beeren Punch + Lily Orcutt + Knitting + Viennese Rain = A lovely Thanksgiving recovery Friday.
The lovely Lily and I were going to go see Alcina tonight, but there was a little Austrian man* who locked the stehplatz door just as we arrived because the line was so looooooooooong. We weren't too excited about standing through all those da capo arias tonight anyway, so we decided to hit up the Christmas markets instead. It was really fun, but then we got cold and decided to make potatoes and knit. Waltraud told me I looked tired as I was leaving the house at 9 am this morning, and I said Yes I am, Waltraud. I didn't really say her name, though. I've never said it out loud to her. Two Thanksgiving dinners in a row have taken their toll on me, and now I just want to sleep all day tomorrow and listen to it rain. Mmmmmmmmmm. I think Lily, Oliver, and I are going to go to another market at Schonbrunn.
*There is another little Austrian man who guards the IES building and kicks me out at night when I am practicing. I have an inexplicable dislike for these tiny men. There is something about their feigned kindness and tendency to lock me out of places I want to be that I can't tolerate. I don't know why Vienna likes employing little white-haired grandfathers to maintain order in public bulidings, but it doesn't suit me.
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Careful.., In this economy Santa may have a part-time job.
ReplyDeleteYou don't have to tell me. Santa wouldn't even hire me to make his coffee in the mornings this winter.
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