Geez, what a weekend. Mostly work and very little play makes a girl grumpy, indeed.
Perusing the paper certainly didn’t help matters. Madness and mayhem–a ‘Frankenstorm?’ Are you kidding me? I may not be anywhere near the east coast; still, I can’t help but think some of you are.
Luckily, the day’s news is not all bad.
October 29, 1904, for instance–that’s the day composer Vivian Ellis was born. If you’re unfamiliar with the man and his work, I dare say his epitaph sums it up quite nicely; he was “a gentleman who wrote some of the most beautiful tunes in the whole of British theatre history.” He was also one of the lucky ones. He managed to succeed at what he loved, at a very young age. Apparently, he was a man who appreciated his blessings, too–for happiness soars on many a note he wrote.
In that, it seems the perfect time to have ourselves a listen. While we’re at it, let’s take a break from fret, work, and otherwise setting the week in motion, and head for a holiday. Given the song, we’ll be traveling aboard a luxury train. Naturally. Our destination? Doesn’t matter, so long as there’s hot beverages and cake, good conversations and laughter–I’m certain they’ll all be in ample supply.
So let’s plan to meet in the dining car, shall we? I’ll be the girl in the blue dress and yellow sash. Should you arrive first, I’ll take hot cocoa and fresh whipped cream, with a blueberry scone. And you?
Until then, do take care, my friends . . . xoxo