Something for the weekend. As Illinois is locked in yet another storm in this Fimbulwinter, there is only one appropriate song: Winter from Vivaldi’s Four Seasons.
Donald R. McClarey
Cradle Catholic. Active in the pro-life movement since 1973. Father of three, one in Heaven, and happily married for 43 years. Small town lawyer and amateur historian. Former president of the board of directors of the local crisis pregnancy center for a decade.
Don.
I’m really starting to feel just a little bit guilty about our glorious summer, and you guys in the whole north of US – and Europe – shivering in way below zero temps. I’ve been working all my spare time building a new deck for my daughter and son-in-law ( and gaining a sun-tan). I have been obliged to force myself to indulge in a couple of pints of ale to replace all the vital minerals and trace elements lost through excessive perspiration at the end of each day – for purely medicinal purposes, you understand, and then following with a choice shiraz with dinner.
While I’ve been writing this little bit of tripish trivia, I’ve been listening to the glorious music of Vivaldi you’ve linked – truly one of the best of Italian classical composers.
Thank you. 🙂
Don, classical music has always helped me weather, pun intended, the, oh memorable, Midwestern winters I have been witness to over the years!
William P. Walsh
Sunday, February 2, AD 2014 1:33pm
“Trembling with cold amidst the freezing snow, while a frightful wind harshly blows, running and stamping one’s feet every minute, and feeling one’s teeth chatter from the extreme cold;” Sounds just like New Hampshire. If the Red Priest had lived in NH, he would had to make the Winter concerto quite a bit longer than the others. 🙂
Penguins Fan
Sunday, February 2, AD 2014 8:33pm
Don the Kiwi, there is no need to apologize. We’ll get our heat in a little over four months. I anxiously await spring so that my boys can play outside and burn off the pent up energy they have (it would fill oil tankers at the moment).
Don.
I’m really starting to feel just a little bit guilty about our glorious summer, and you guys in the whole north of US – and Europe – shivering in way below zero temps. I’ve been working all my spare time building a new deck for my daughter and son-in-law ( and gaining a sun-tan). I have been obliged to force myself to indulge in a couple of pints of ale to replace all the vital minerals and trace elements lost through excessive perspiration at the end of each day – for purely medicinal purposes, you understand, and then following with a choice shiraz with dinner.
While I’ve been writing this little bit of tripish trivia, I’ve been listening to the glorious music of Vivaldi you’ve linked – truly one of the best of Italian classical composers.
Thank you. 🙂
Don, classical music has always helped me weather, pun intended, the, oh memorable, Midwestern winters I have been witness to over the years!
“Trembling with cold amidst the freezing snow, while a frightful wind harshly blows, running and stamping one’s feet every minute, and feeling one’s teeth chatter from the extreme cold;” Sounds just like New Hampshire. If the Red Priest had lived in NH, he would had to make the Winter concerto quite a bit longer than the others. 🙂
Don the Kiwi, there is no need to apologize. We’ll get our heat in a little over four months. I anxiously await spring so that my boys can play outside and burn off the pent up energy they have (it would fill oil tankers at the moment).
Ah, a balmy -23C this Monday morning. A fine way to begin a week!