Sitting in a crowded surgical waiting room so I can’t turn on the sound. Happily, watching The Bee Gees is almost as good as listening to them! (Especially Barry)! Thanks, Neo.
Nine years earlier: Julie Andrews sings “The Lusty Month of May” from the original Broadway production of Camelot:
“First of May” and “Holiday” are my two favorite Bee Gees songs*. Bravo!
* I never got “into” their disco songs or, for that matter, their disco phase.
Ruth… whoever you are waiting for or whatever you are waiting on… praying all is well at the end of the day.
John Guilfoyle…your kind thoughts and prayer are much appreciated. My husband had an exploratory procedure which we hoped would turn out to be a minor thing…and apparently it was! Some pending lab work, but the surgeon was pleased and confident.
With so much negativity swirling around the world today, I’d like to report that we had a very positive outpatient experience. Great staff: cheerful, energetic, and most of all, competent. And so many of them. Six or seven nurses, four or five anesthesia techs/nurses/docs. And assorted others. All really focused on our comfort and well-being.
A long tiring day but as commenter John Guilfoyle wished me: all’s well in the end.
May 1 is also International Workers’ Day, traditionally celebrated in the former USSR with a big parade through Red Square in Moscow (not to be confused with Victory Day parades, which are held on May 9). Here’s an ironic blast-from-the-past: Marshal Timoshenko greeting and shaking hands with the German generals who were present on May Day, 1941– less than eight weeks before the start of Operation Barbarossa:
It’s actually a bit in the spirit of “The Lusty Month of May,” I enjoyed that too.
I think of a French science-fiction story, “The First Days of May,” by Claude Veillot — a shorter, more graphic redo of “The War of the Worlds” in which an unstoppable alien insect-like race conquers the planet, then cocoons captive humans and lays eggs within them.
Predating the “Aliens” movie by almost 20 years.
I read it in 8th grade and never forgot it.
Speaking of French (aren’t we always?), I ran into a killer ending to a Reverdy poem:
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…il pêchait dans la flaque de boue qu’avait laissé la pluie. Cette eau, venue du ciel, e’tait pleine d’étoiles.
…he was fishing in a mud puddle the rain had left. The water, from the sky, was full of stars.
–Pierre Reverdy, “Chacun sa part — To each his own”
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It’s great plain-spoke, surreal English. But in French, if you put on your beret and breathe out the words seductively, it’s a Whole ‘Nother Thing.
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Sitting in a crowded surgical waiting room so I can’t turn on the sound. Happily, watching The Bee Gees is almost as good as listening to them! (Especially Barry)! Thanks, Neo.
Nine years earlier: Julie Andrews sings “The Lusty Month of May” from the original Broadway production of Camelot:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pljyjiIMH9o&ab_channel=C%C3%A1tiaAd%C3%A3o
“First of May” and “Holiday” are my two favorite Bee Gees songs*. Bravo!
* I never got “into” their disco songs or, for that matter, their disco phase.
Ruth… whoever you are waiting for or whatever you are waiting on… praying all is well at the end of the day.
John Guilfoyle…your kind thoughts and prayer are much appreciated. My husband had an exploratory procedure which we hoped would turn out to be a minor thing…and apparently it was! Some pending lab work, but the surgeon was pleased and confident.
With so much negativity swirling around the world today, I’d like to report that we had a very positive outpatient experience. Great staff: cheerful, energetic, and most of all, competent. And so many of them. Six or seven nurses, four or five anesthesia techs/nurses/docs. And assorted others. All really focused on our comfort and well-being.
A long tiring day but as commenter John Guilfoyle wished me: all’s well in the end.
May 1 is also International Workers’ Day, traditionally celebrated in the former USSR with a big parade through Red Square in Moscow (not to be confused with Victory Day parades, which are held on May 9). Here’s an ironic blast-from-the-past: Marshal Timoshenko greeting and shaking hands with the German generals who were present on May Day, 1941– less than eight weeks before the start of Operation Barbarossa:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ra8phtzS2jA&ab_channel=HistoricStuff
https://twitter.com/paulsperry_/status/1653188207524151296?cxt=HHwWgIC8hc76pvEtAAAA
Oh. I had another song called “First of May” in mind… much less classy (don’t ban me xD) but it makes me laugh every time:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w1GD_T-3oLU
It’s actually a bit in the spirit of “The Lusty Month of May,” I enjoyed that too.
I think of a French science-fiction story, “The First Days of May,” by Claude Veillot — a shorter, more graphic redo of “The War of the Worlds” in which an unstoppable alien insect-like race conquers the planet, then cocoons captive humans and lays eggs within them.
Predating the “Aliens” movie by almost 20 years.
I read it in 8th grade and never forgot it.
Speaking of French (aren’t we always?), I ran into a killer ending to a Reverdy poem:
__________________________
…il pêchait dans la flaque de boue qu’avait laissé la pluie. Cette eau, venue du ciel, e’tait pleine d’étoiles.
…he was fishing in a mud puddle the rain had left. The water, from the sky, was full of stars.
–Pierre Reverdy, “Chacun sa part — To each his own”
__________________________
It’s great plain-spoke, surreal English. But in French, if you put on your beret and breathe out the words seductively, it’s a Whole ‘Nother Thing.