2025-07-05
• weeknotes • 568 words
Weeknotes for 2025-06-30 to 2025-07-06.
In the evening I saw Semele at the opera house. It was painfully boring, all aspects of it. The music, the libretto... remind me never to see another Handel again.
I explored about Covent Garden, though, before the show. Had some nice gelato, and a bagel. Also had a donut.
I booked in a good few new shows at the opera house, and went to Hobgoblin's at lunch. The shop clerk recommended me a Kentucky mandolin, which, playing it, is significantly better than the cheap one I have.
In the evening, we went to the allotment to water, and I planted out some more leeks.
I also started to learn Jovano Jovanke.
I went back to Hobgoblin at lunch and bought the mandolin. In the evening, I rested a bit and played it - I had a bit of a funny mood and ended up thinking it wasn't good (a buyer's regret) but later found it was still better. I worked on my tremolo.
Carmen during the evening! I had a standing seat, which provided a really good view, though my feet did ache. The man next to me was great conversation, and recommended me Verona. I will try go there this year...
Carmen itself was fantastic. I enjoyed it probably to a similar degree as I did La boheme.
I had dinner at Spaghetti House before the show. The pizza was really nice and the dessert not too bad either, but the water had bits of fibres in it (I assume from the dishcloth used to dry it) which was offputting. Also, a man came by and stared at me through the window for a full five minutes as I ate my pizza (he went away at one point and then returned and stared at me again), then came in the entrance, stared at the girl opposite me, and then when the waiter came over to ask, he said he had a booking for 20:40 (at that time it was just gone six). Really odd.
Work from home, and in the evening I saw my friends to book activities for the holiday next week.
I went to the cafe in the morning, and played about with the mandolin a bit.
On the Sunday, I started the day with a walk to a farm around an hour from us, in the sticks, to get some eggs. I ended up getting more or less willingly, though it wasn't a problem and I still knew where I was, so in effect it was just a long walk. When I got home, I was quite tired and ended up eating a lot (mostly all healthy, but a lot of frozen mango smoothie) and crashed for a few hours - I think I spiked my blood sugar a bit too high...
Then later, my father took me by car to get some eggs. There were three roads I could have gone down and the only one I didn't go is the one that had the eggs...
I want to do more long walks in the country like this though. It's really quite pleasant. Maybe I could bring the bike with me too, maybe not. Depends on the place, and I feel like when I bring the bike I feel pressure (within myself) to ride the bike, even if I can just walk.
In the evening, my mother made dinner, and I made a rhubarb crumble.