Been a bad week. Nothing went right. The list is too long to include here. Nothing serious compared to what others i know are dealing with. Besides, if i enumerated on my problems, we all could call it whining from a curmudgeon.

It sent me to a dark place, i admit. While i toiled away at pursuits that would only expand the work to get it done. i chased paper, only to find more requirements required to finish the task. The internet and its maze of technicalities of which i’m not equipped taunted me. A project only important to me continued to hit speed bumps like a Maserati in a “quiet zone” neighborhood demonically designed to slow you down.

Then, Maureen and i mutually decided to abandon our plans to go to dinner at one of our favorite places because we just didn’t have the energy.

So i set up the dinner trays, and set up the napkins and silverware in preparation of our watching the Padre games later. i poured a Martin (thanks again, Mr. Fraser), added the olives and sat down. Rather than turning on the idiot box to watch biased and the really bad, un-objective news or something else before the game, i turned on the Bluetooth speaker and selected Andrea Bocelli’s “Ciel de Toscana.”

Our next door neighbors have heard my music collection many times because i play it on my iPhone and Bluetooth speaker when i am outside, at least daily. When we went out to lunch Salvatore commented, “Wow, you sure have a lot of different music. We even heard you listening to opera the other day.” i smiled and explained i had been a deejay back home and had gained an appreciation of most music genres.

Still, i was puzzled by his comment about opera. Finally, it occurred to me he had heard me playing Bocelli’s album.

i could go on and on and on about my music collections, preferences, and dislikes. Everyone has their own preferences in music. But that is not what i’m getting at here.

i only wanted to convey after being frustrated, a curmudgeon in a dark place, when i put Andrea Bocelli’s music on my bluetooth, i relaxed. Calmness ensued even while we watched a snippet of news and turned it off when it was too difficult to bear.

Thank you, Andre.

For the readers here, you might try it. i would recommend Enya also.