This is all the knitting I have done in one whole week.
A bit embarrassing, I know. But my life is still very chaotic, the boxes seem to be endless and there is much do to before we are properly settled in the new flat.
But I had a very joyful milestone this weekend. I went to the opera and saw Il Trovatore.
Now why is that a milestone you might ask?
As many of you know, I have lupus and a lot of my symptoms are central nervous system related. Headaches, sensitivity to light and sound, etc. So big concerts have been out of the question for eight years now, and this fall is the first time since I fell ill, that I’m well enough to attend such an event. It still cost me though, my head is sore the day after, but it’s so worth it.
I had a wonderful time, the singers were great and I managed to block out the couple behind me that not only made very strange and disturbing sounds constantly, but straight out talked, several times during the performance. I was half ready to murder them, but the I relaxed and decided I was not going to let the spoil my evening. But still, one does not talk during Leonora’s aria. It’s just verboten.
What a lovely story Helen! I actually think talking at the ballet is not nearly a “bad” as talking during the silence in a very dramatic aria
It is sad about the talking. I was on the ‘shussing’ end one time in London at the ballet “Giselle” however in my defense, I was helping chaperone a group of American 8th graders and the boy sitting next to me was so excited to be there and had to tell me the story as he had learned it ahead of time in school. In the dark the two English ladies knew someone was talking and the boy was rather large for his age so when the interval came, they told me rather properly, “One does not talk at the ballet.” And I explained I knew that but the child had just wanting to tell me the story as he had learned at school. They both leaned forward to look around me and I think they were surprised to see a boy and not a ‘bored husband’. They were much nicer after that. And I was able to explain to the student that he would have to wait until we were outside before he could tell me the rest. That was 30 years ago, oh dear.
Glad you got to see the show.
Til hamingju með áfangann (er ekki að tala um prjónaskapinn).
I do not understand why people buy tickets to a show and then talk throughout it. Not only is it rude, but how can they appreciate the performance when they are not paying attention to it.
Maðurinn fyrir aftan okkur sem andaði svo hátt að ég hélt að hann væri sofandi, truflaði mig mest. En ekkert gat skemmt þennan fína óperuflutning.