At one time I had on online diary from Diaryland and I gave it the same name. I had to put a lot of thought into that name, that's why I used it again.
For those who do not know, a libretto is a kind of script. All the words to an opera are written out, just like a script, and that document is called the libretto. It is almost exclusively used for opera, for musicals the same thing is called "book" as in "book and musical by..."
For those who do not know, a libretto is a kind of script. All the words to an opera are written out, just like a script, and that document is called the libretto. It is almost exclusively used for opera, for musicals the same thing is called "book" as in "book and musical by..."
I am a musician. I think about music often, I don't get to listen to it enough and I certainly don't get to perform enough. The libretto is a collection of words, the music is in the score, it happens around, becomes the empodiment of and is embodied by the libretto. So too then this, this blog, is my libretto.
So what then will you find here. I'm not sure. Recent events in my life have prompted me to rethink a great many things. Maybe I will share some of those thoughts with you.
The other day my wife and I were in the midst of a very important discussion about our future. At this point, the "midst" point, I stopped in my train of thought to say to her that I had realized something very shocking to me: I am able to talk to just about everyone, about very deep and important matters, but with her it is not so easy. Of course we "talk" in the traditional sense. We have a great deal in common and share similar interests. Ask anyone we know (including those who may not care to share our company) and you will be told that we are never at a loss for words.
So then what do you think we talked about then? She agreed with me that indeed I do have that problem. K told me that I work too hard to tell her what I believe is the correct thing to say or that I want to say what it is she thinks is the correct answer. She is right; I am into saying the right thing. I'm a librarian; people come to me for answers, for help. Part of my fascination with my wife is that, well, she doesn't really need my guidance, she needs my help. There is a difference there if you think about it. We all know how to dig a hole, more often it would go a lot faster or we could do a better job if someone helped out by grabbing a shovel. We have all seen it, the people who stand around remarking about the ice on the side walk rather then helping up the person who just slipped and fell.
So then this is a problem to work on; getting past the point of not offering my insight, my thoughts, and instead, helping.
In life there are books (there are librettos) anthologies of poetry, cook books and the list goes on and on. Sometimes we find what we need when we go looking for it, other times we must dig and dig. I offer a toast (and my hand) to the lady who plunks on her spelunking gear and goes to seek out the help.
So what then will you find here. I'm not sure. Recent events in my life have prompted me to rethink a great many things. Maybe I will share some of those thoughts with you.
The other day my wife and I were in the midst of a very important discussion about our future. At this point, the "midst" point, I stopped in my train of thought to say to her that I had realized something very shocking to me: I am able to talk to just about everyone, about very deep and important matters, but with her it is not so easy. Of course we "talk" in the traditional sense. We have a great deal in common and share similar interests. Ask anyone we know (including those who may not care to share our company) and you will be told that we are never at a loss for words.
So then what do you think we talked about then? She agreed with me that indeed I do have that problem. K told me that I work too hard to tell her what I believe is the correct thing to say or that I want to say what it is she thinks is the correct answer. She is right; I am into saying the right thing. I'm a librarian; people come to me for answers, for help. Part of my fascination with my wife is that, well, she doesn't really need my guidance, she needs my help. There is a difference there if you think about it. We all know how to dig a hole, more often it would go a lot faster or we could do a better job if someone helped out by grabbing a shovel. We have all seen it, the people who stand around remarking about the ice on the side walk rather then helping up the person who just slipped and fell.
So then this is a problem to work on; getting past the point of not offering my insight, my thoughts, and instead, helping.
In life there are books (there are librettos) anthologies of poetry, cook books and the list goes on and on. Sometimes we find what we need when we go looking for it, other times we must dig and dig. I offer a toast (and my hand) to the lady who plunks on her spelunking gear and goes to seek out the help.
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What a great introduction post... I am looking forward to future posts :-)
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