There was no point in going back to bed as FL was already on the prowl, coughing and nursing an upset stomach. (He has been alarmingly well recently, which makes us both uneasy as it is so welcome and yet so hard to believe.)
So here I am, breakfasted and washed, waiting for daylight so that I can cut out my Peggy skirt.
|Gilliatt yarn in "poivre et sel"|
This got me thinking again about my efforts to streamline my possessions, and I remembered my intention to sort through my CDs. One of my 49 before 50 goals is to "Sing Sing Sing". Another is "Dance Dance Dance". Music is quite important to both of those! But I do not actually have adequate equipment to perform them. I do all my singing in the car, because there is a CD player in there. I keep a handful of discs in the glove compartment. Currently, I am into The XX (black album) and London Grammar. But there is also a bit of Everything But the Girl and The Cure for good measure!
At home? I have a £19 CD player which is located out of reach behind FL's unwieldy chair. It has a temperamental switch and fluctuating speakers. It is covered in a thick layer of dust because it is never used. Clearly I need to do something: move it or lose it or both. And reconsider my access to music. Go digital? It is beginning to feel almost necessary.
|"confiture de roses"|
I am left with 8 CDs in the car and 25 in the house. I am quite surprised it is that many as I have bought very few in recent years. This weekend's exercise cut my CD clutter by half. Excellent!
FL was watching me with a worried expression. When I explained I was getting rid of things for which I no longer had any use he muttered "It'll be me next!" Oh dear!
Later on when I confessed to buying some new yarn, he was so relieved!
|Monte Rosa by Isabell Kraemer|
FL: "Just get it, will you? Please?"
And so I did.
45 CDs out, 5 skeins of organic French wool in.
None of which solves my music access issues...