Following through on the ground-ation of one's progeny requires a LOT of work. And perseverance. Sigh.
A day off is to be savored. Enjoyed. For the sake of being off. For the joy of life. And I'm finding that I have to contend for that more & more as the weeks pass.
As a part of the savoring of the day, theBean & I are going on a date - a group date to bowl. Not that we're Bowlers by any stretch of the imagination, but OCD & a little patience go a long way in knocking the pins over. And repeat.
For relaxation, I don't think that I've found a better combo than Bach's Brandenburg Concertos. And for focusing the mind.
On that note, Tchaikovsky's 1812 Overture is hard to beat for sheer inspiration... I dare you to listen to it & not be jumping up & down as it reaches the final 90 seconds or so. Man.
Sometimes, just listening to certain music brings tears to my ears. Part of it is that these days, I cry without much provocation, & without agitation - I think its probably just the beauty, the joy, & sadness... or a combo of that & more that moves me. Which makes me glad that Den reminded me of the genius that is Eric Johnson - I wore out my copy of Ah Via Musicom back in the day - rewinding "Cliffs of Dover" over & over... Thanks for that.
Another thing are the memories attached to the music - where I was when I heard the music the first time, who I listened to it with, the experiences tied up into it.
Maybe that's why the Psalms as a songbook, & especially the "Songs of Ascent" (Psalm 120-134, sung by pilgrims 'going up' to Jerusalem) are so powerful.
Which gets me reminiscing... about other music stuff that moves me. Here's a couple...