My morning exercise was running up the escalator so i could come down while the Antrios went up, only to find my camera still set on crazy for taking photos of a play so then I had to run up the down escalator to catch up. Can I just say: "winded"
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| nope, didn't catch this photo, not even close. where is centa? |
The big painting was not allowed on the bus, so we booked cecilia a train back, - by way of, we joked, Zagreb. Lisa and i carried the thing to the train station really early in the morning - since neither one of us actually wanted to get up we both did.
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| we made it! |
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| Waiting for the train. |
The train people were annoyed by the painting and made us grovel beg and humble ourselves before finally allowing us to place it by a window behind a shade.
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| On her way "to Zagreb" |
Our bus trip home was uneventful, mostly sleeping and laptop work. I had to stand up to the busdriver to get him to allow me my viola inside - even though we had 4 tickets for 3 people and there were only about 9 other people on the whole bus. What is it with the power plays today?
Also been listening to this wonderful album of Armenian music arranged for string quartet. I especially like numbers 5, 11 and 14.
(Komitas (1869/1935) Hugo Wolf Quartett cd1 miniatures)
So nice to see my children again. Read them stories at night and am ready for bed myself, although it's not even quite 9pm.
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