2006-01-15
New Year
This afternoon I went to a concert of the Pythagoras Trio, a remarkable name for a string trio playing romantic music. Pythagoras is far from romantic. Anyway, the concert reminded me of a little story I still wanted to write down. Because I was very tired after last night’s party, it reminded me of another little story. BTW, we had a great party, dancing and singing with music of U2, Tears For Fears, Doe Maar, Prince and other 80’s artists.
Just after Christmas I went to a lunch concert of with some friends. The sister of one of them was performing. She plays the violin. My daughter really loves music. So, I took her with me. It was her first classical concert. She liked it a lot. But afterwards she told me that I should say to the violinist that “she must not make such a wild movements with her fiddlestick. She might drop it!”
On New Year’s Eve early in the evening we were walking outside. There were a lot of youth with firework. My daughter didn’t mind the firecrackers. She liked the rockets, until there was one burning on the street. “Daddy, let’s go inside. Quick. The street is starting to burn”.
She couldn’t stay awake till midnight, but I promised I would wake her up for the big fireworks at midnight. Unfortunately, she was sleeping like Sleeping Beauty and I’m not a prince. So, I couldn't wake her up. She woke up at 5.30 in the morning when I was fast asleep. But she is a little princess, so I woke up. “Daddy, when is the big party?” Very disappointed that she missed it all she started to cry. Never before I felt so broken on New Year’s Day.
Just after Christmas I went to a lunch concert of with some friends. The sister of one of them was performing. She plays the violin. My daughter really loves music. So, I took her with me. It was her first classical concert. She liked it a lot. But afterwards she told me that I should say to the violinist that “she must not make such a wild movements with her fiddlestick. She might drop it!”
On New Year’s Eve early in the evening we were walking outside. There were a lot of youth with firework. My daughter didn’t mind the firecrackers. She liked the rockets, until there was one burning on the street. “Daddy, let’s go inside. Quick. The street is starting to burn”.
She couldn’t stay awake till midnight, but I promised I would wake her up for the big fireworks at midnight. Unfortunately, she was sleeping like Sleeping Beauty and I’m not a prince. So, I couldn't wake her up. She woke up at 5.30 in the morning when I was fast asleep. But she is a little princess, so I woke up. “Daddy, when is the big party?” Very disappointed that she missed it all she started to cry. Never before I felt so broken on New Year’s Day.
# posted by Sander @ 23:01 
