In this silent weekend when the SibMus forum (and the publishing site) has been down for a long period, other communication has filled the air, and occupied my mind. I received blog comments by email to a post that has now vanished, and other signs that individual taste and thinking are alive. Hardly surprising, the grandchildren preferred cookies and sandwiches to the pasta & antipasto smorgasbord I served at a birthday party.
After the blizzard, it is still cold, but sunny. I am listening to the music of the dishwasher. The cups and plates of the best set, that must not go in the machine, are already clean and dry. I am reading "Jude the Obscure" by Thomas Hardy, and wondering how much intellectual and artistic efforts are really "hopeless causes" (if I use the phrase correctly)?