Monthly Archives: March 2009
Friday 6 March 2009
Slept fairly well last night but not for long. Dressed as yesterday. Rosanna gave me an early lunch of baked beans and three small beefburgers and some microwaved Roosters with butter. Left the house at 4.00 p.m. Rain and mist on the drive to Dublin. Windscreen wipers squeaking a little? Reached The National Concert Hall at 6.00 p.m. having walked from Hume Street where I parked on the same side near the front door of the old cancer hospital. Text from Aisling "doin somehtin" so she could not join me for coffee as I requested in an earlier text. Sean Og had rung me before I left the house and he pleaded that he was going out for a pint with the people in his office after work – so he could not meet me either. Anyway I went in to The Terrace Cafe and had salmon and baked winter vegetables and boiled new potatoes with a little lemon oil. Very tasty and not too "filling." I drank a pot of tea and a glass of iced water. Baked Salmon fillet €21.95, Tea and a glass of water €2.75, gratuity €3.53, i.e. €28.23 total. Teresa B, a little out of puff, arrived around 7.30 p.m. and went in to the ladies’ to comb her hair. We sat in seats 43 and 44 on the balcony Red Side. Conductor Arild Remmereit, Johannes Moser cello. Haydn Symphony No 103 and Cello Concerto. Schumann Symphony No 3 (Rhenish). Sparse attendance. Excellent concert throughout. Moser gave an encore solo. JS Bach sarabande from the first suite. Chat with a girl from Greystones at the interval. Walked left at St Stephen’s Green down past the end where Teresa had her car parked. She drove me back round the green to the mouth of Hume Street. I was worried about my Yaris but it was ok. A homeless man with a long dark beard in a doorway nearby said something to me which I did not catch clearly. Had paid €3 and some change at 5.45 p.m. to parking machine for a ticket. The Yaris touched 125 kph on the way home without any sign of distress and I got in to the livingroom before 12.00 a.m. Ate weetabix and milk, an apple, and some cold noodles. Exchanged a few texts with Teresa B. Washed my teeth, exercised and got to bed before 1.00 a.m. Have passed no motion in the toilet since last Saturday? I felt far more stressed on the way up to Dublin than on the way home. Is it necessary to feel tension on an expedition like this (with different things to think about) or, with practice, could one do it while at the same time feeling relaxed?