It’s Monday in Milano, soon to turn 3:00 pm, the end of the day’s slow start. I’ve been hunkered in the house at the computer, in no rush to go anywhere because there’s been no where to go. Generally, on Monday, places are either closed or don’t open ’til 1:00 or 2:00 or 3:00, give or take an hour or two. Need something? What’s your hurry?!
Listening to music “on shuffle” – likened by one friend to eating whipped cream with mustard – I was hearing Led Zeppelin two minutes ago, and now Spanish classical guitar virtuoso, Felix Mañe Rodriguez is playing something wistful and pensive. A musical mix while paying bills, writing e-mails, eating a chicken & arugula salad and figuring out travel plans.
OK. It’s 3:04. I can go run some errands now. Ciao ciao.
(Annie Lennox and Chinese Traditional Erhu came next in the music list. I guess that really IS a lot like whipped cream with mustard! Love that analogy!)