...to Ludwig Van Beethoven, born in 1770.
I'm tempted to let it sit on the couch with its feet curled up under a blanket, a hot cup of coffee in hand, a block of cherry almond bark Chocolove within reach, and An Affair to Remember spinning in the DVD player. I'm one of those obsessive bloggers, the kind who checks her sitemeter as often as possible throughout the day, the kind who gauges the quality of her writing by the number of readers who regularly stop by. I've become less interested in the overall number of hits and more interested in the number of repeat hits. The return visitors are the ones I long for. When my sitemeter reads forty at the end of the day, and the majority of those hits are webpals who have conversed, I'm happy. Forty may seem low to many of you, but I've only been at this since August. To me, forty is a jackpot. A few days ago, I sat down at my laptop and discovered a number somewhere in the eighties. Eighties! Yippee! Yeeha ! Hoo-rah ! I've been discovered by the webworld , o...
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Thanks for the reminder, Robyn; Peanuts isn't syndicated in the Guardian so I've not had Schröder marching up and down with placards counting down the days.
The "Pastoral" is blaring through the house at the moment. I'll put the 9th on later and do the obligatory karaoke "Ode to Joy".
Happy birthday, Ludwig.
The 9th is a pounding wonder. When we performed this last year I was seated as 4th horn, so it fell to me to play the extended solo in the adagio (3 movement), and it was the highlight of my short career. I'm sure I have mentioned this here before and will mention it again.
That is a great picture. I'm with Kim.