Not your average penguin

From way-too-cold to way-too-hot in the space of a few days, hooray!
So much for my feelings; now, about the weather. ;)

The parents will be returning tomorrow. Where did those three weeks go? But they should be pleasantly surprised, one hopes, about the garden and washing and stuff I did. At least they won't be coming back to a run-down messy place.

Went to a beautiful concert last night: Sibelius, Arvo Pärt, and a violin concerto. OK, so it was a Brahms violin concerto, but the violin was played by Baiba Skride, who in my opinion is one of the best, probably even the best violinist at the moment. She made the instrument sing, sigh, plead, and sit up and beg. What slightly amused me though were the pre-solo movements of her left hand: rub slighly against leg to dry it, and try out a little fingering. I do the same.
Hearing her, I wish I had practiced more when I was younger. But, as someone said last night after the concert, it's never too late unless you're dead.

Strange, that. It's too warm even for the new computer. It refuses to work correctly.