This, that, and the other half-heartedly revisited

Writing things down enables one to move on. Well, it enables me to move on, anyway. I never noticed until this week when I finished writing something down in story form—pretty rare for me to do—and then noticed that the next day I wasn't dwelling on it at all and rather wanted to put it behind me and forget it.

Maybe this is why after something 'major' happens I normally want to write it down in story form. Quite often, however, this exercise doesn't get past the first few paragraphs. Indeed, the last time I felt like writing something down in story form (October) I took pity on my known to me in real life villains characters, and decided not to do so. That doesn't mean that I won't go back to it later, though. But the first few paragraphs will probably tantalize me in three years time when I've forgotten all about it.

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Well, I want to put what happened behind me, but maybe some are curious. Suffice to say that on Saturday I bumped the back of my head and threw up a while later, and mum phoned the doctors who advised her to take me to accident and emergency. I pronounced myself unimpressed, but that didn't matter: mum and dad took me to A & E, where someone with a broken ankle recognized dad (apparently he played the piano for this other man once) and said that dad would look like Brahms if he was shorter and tubbier.

Anyway, I was correct about not needing to go, because after I read the whole eye chart to the doctor he decided I was fit to be released.

Oh, and how did I bump my head? Horse riding. This horse as tall at the shoulder as I am at the head decided that it would be fun to try and touch the sky with her rear hooves, and I tumbled off onto frosty sand (and yes, I was wearing a riding hat). After I fell off, she continued to race around bucking for a little while. I should note that this horse is one of the laziest and most laid back at the riding school, and this performance was produced from walk. No, I didn't get back on. My instructor thought I should sit down, and I was not feeling like arguing.

The throwing up happened after I'd gone home.

So that, in a nutshell, is what happened. Oh, and I do have a new riding hat now. Also, no sympathy is needed; it was one of the most exciting days I've had in a long time (though I wouldn't advise anyone to try to recreate it themselves.).

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Bach wrote a cantata about coffee. Strangely enough, this is known as the Coffee Cantata.

I never knew that before last week.

Anyway, this cantata is about a woman who drinks coffee. Her father wants her to stop, but she refuses even when he starts telling her what she won't do. In the end, her father tells her that she won't get married until she gives up coffee, at which point the woman decides that she can give up coffee for a husband...and then makes it known that anyone who wants to marry her will have to agree to let her make coffee whenever she likes.

No, I don't know any german, but I found a translation of the text. I used google (and, if you are interested, you can too.).

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Okay, so I wasn't intending on publishing this post. I intended to press 'save as draft' and leave it, never to be returned to again. But I accidentally pressed 'publish post' and I don't think it's so bad that it needs to be deleted. So it stays.

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I like quotes. This is one of my favorites, and has been ever since I first heard it:

I do not feel obliged to believe that the same God who has endowed us with sense, reason, and intellect has intended us to forgo their use. --Galileo Galilei