Tuesday, 21 August 2007

Downs and ups

I felt unaccountably down today, for no real reason. This was not too good, as it hasn't happened for a long time. So I resolved not to give in to it, ate toast and Marmite and went out to bash down the last of the fence.

This turned out to be harder than expected, as one of the posts had not actually rotted off. I cut off all the ivy, removed the fency bits and pushed, pulled and kicked, with no effect. I took up a sledge-hammer and delivered several resounding blows. It hardly even said 'Pfft!'. I left it, got rid of the final post (which was only a nuisance inasfar as there was a whole lot of chicken-wire that had to be cut off first, and then, eyes narrowed, fetched a crowbar.

Five minutes later, I lifted the post from the hole. I still felt miserable, but in a manner leavened with triumph.

I was due to attend a Snape Prom concert tonight. Originally, I was going with a friend but he had to cry off. I decided to go early enough for supper, but I felt a little lonely...and then, five miles down the road, there was a police car and an 'Accident' sign and I was waved into the Saints.

Oh, the Saints. They are a scattering of villages, called Ilketshall Saint *insert saint's name* or Saint *insert saint's name* South Elmham (pronounced Ellum, like the tree is round here) and they are the Roads to Nowhere. Everyone gets lost. Even if you've lived here for years, you can wander round like the Flying Dutchman.

The two cars in front of me followed the road obediently, but a van driver and I were more wary. We didn't want to go to Rumburgh, and when, after a couple of miles, there was a turning to the left, we took it. It was a single-track road and there was a quantity of traffic coming towards us, but it was the right way, and I arrived at the Maltings in good time. I ate a virtuous salad, with couscous, avocado and prawns, adding no dressing, drank a glass of white wine and scoffed a slice of cheesecake - because I hadn't dresssed the salad and so deserved it. Besides, the Sage had lovingly tucked a couple of banknotes into my hand as I left, so I had to spend the money.

It was a fabulous concert. There were a lot of children there, some of them very young - like two or three, although there were also ten-year-olds. I was quite surprised to see a tiny baby Promenader - it can't have been more than six weeks old, though it was alert and interested in the surroundings. It was quiet and no trouble at all, hope the parents have a good night!

The band was Kolsimcha, and they were great. Sort of jazz with Eastern European rhythms. They'd written their own material and it was bloody good. Fabulous musicians too, particularly the clarinetist, Michael, and the flautist, Ariel (good, aren't I - the pianist was called Olivier, the drummer, Fabien and the double-bassist, Daniel. I remembered them specially to tell you), who had most of the solos.

I had been in two minds whether to go, but I'm glad I did. I'd swapped the spare ticket for another concert, and a 70-something-year-old man was sitting next to me. Good company he was too. He plays the keyboard in a folk group and his local church organ and his granddaughter is expecting her first child next month. He was wearing the same aftershave as my friend who was to come with me, which was a bit disconcerting - I rarely wear perfume myself and am quite sensitive to it on others, and it teased my mind all evening.

11 comments:

Imperatrix said...

I know what you mean about surprise sad moods. Good for you for wrestling the mood out!

Dandelion said...

This is a fantabulous post! I hate to think of you being gloomy (at your age!) but still. At least there is a happy ending.

I presume you ordered the salad et al.? I would have been too hung up on the ordering to mention enjoying it.

I remember being two or three, it is a great age to be, albeit slightly diminutive. And how great of you to remember the names just for us! Did you take notes? I had a great thing once with a chap called Fabio (I know it's not the same, but I'm feeling ebullient).

Pat's PI bought perfume the other day, what a coincidence! Let us praise The Lord! (Can you tell how happy I am?

dharmabum said...

am sending u a hug z, if that wil do anything to lift your spirits today.

the after shave thing - sounds spooky!

Dave said...

I have nothing to add.

PI said...

Another coincidence: MTL said he say a baby being carried into one of the cinemas when we were there on Monday.
I wonder what cleared the blues? Physical activity, cheese-cake , music or all three. Good on you for not giving in and going out.

The Boy said...

I blame the weather, it is hard to keep cheery when outside it is all gloom.

Concert sounds lovely though. Google has assured me they have a website here and some of their music can be downloaded. Interesting mix of styles.

Z said...

It was several things, including the weather (and forgetting to eat breakfast, so I became very tired and beyond hunger), but it hadn't happened for a long time so it was a bit of a downer to find I was down, if you see what I mean. However, not a three day session and I was able to mention it, so that was good. It was the whole evening that cheered me, it was all good once I got past the Saints. I will accept your hug, Dharmabum, with pleasure for it will cheer me all day.

Dandelion, there was a nice looking beef casserole with mashed potatoes that rather tempted me too, which I think you might have chosen. The food is all put out, so you can see just what you are getting.

I took no notes, the names were committed to memory! Hah! I used my ticket to copy down the band's name though

I don't remember being little at all. My first specific memories are from when I was four, and there are only two of those, or possibly three, depending on when I read my first book.

Boy, hard to define the style really isn't it. I suspect it sounds best as a live performance, but they are terrific musicians. I couldn't have begun to tackle the clarinet part, even at half speed!

martina said...

Ugh, those surprise/no real reason doldrums. I hate getting them and then get aggravated wondering why they occur. Music and cheesecake are great cures, as is garden fence demolition. If you get another mood do hop on a plane and veer N NW to Seattle. We have some ivy that needs pruning and reprimanding! Hope you are back to your happy self soon.

Z said...

Martina, I don't expect they'd allow my pruning saw on the plane, so you'll have to provide tools.

I've been cheery and sweet today, thanks!

luckyzmom said...

The fragrance thing would freak me out too. When I'm in crowds and a familiar scent walks near me I will be distracted by the memory of who I know who wears it or by trying to remember who I know who wears (wore)it.

Z said...

Smells are so very evocative aren't they, especially elusive ones.