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The Patient Ox (aka Hénock Gugsa)

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** TPO **
A personal blog with diverse topicality and multiple interests!


On the menu ... politics, music, poetry, and other good stuff.
There is humor, but there is blunt seriousness here as well!


Parfois, on parle français ici aussi. Je suis un francophile .... Bienvenue à tous!

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Saturday, January 10, 2015

A Happy Plumber - by Christy of Menomonie, Wisconsin



A Happy Plumber
by Christy of Menomonie, Wis.
Bulletin Board, St. Paul Pioneer Press
01/09/2015
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In the middle (please?) of a long, long winter, it doesn't take much to make a plumber happy!

The plumber who arrived to fix our toilet leak was very pleasant and conversational -- quite the contrast to the last, grumpy, monosyllabic plumber. I thought: 'Now here is a man who enjoys his work.' This repair was quite simple, so he was done quickly. He lingered by the front door before leaving and said he was sorry our job didn't take him very long to complete.

Turns out he had to return to his previous work-in-progress: crawling through the snow under a house trailer to thaw out frozen pipes. On a day when the temperatures were below-zero and with obscene wind-chills, I could see why a leaky-indoor-toilet job would make him very happy.

[to be filed under "14,001 things to gripe about"]



Friday, January 9, 2015

The Vilja Song - by Renée Fleming


Renée Fleming
 The Vilja Song 
(from "The Merry Widow")
by
 Renée Fleming
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"The Merry Widow " by Franz Lehar

At her own party, Hanna (the merry widow) tells the story of a mountain sprite or a "Vilja" that roams the highlands of her homeland of Pontevedria and innocently tempts hunters with her beauty. 


Lyrics ... [English translation by Lea Frey (blfrey@earthlink.net)] .... The Vilja song.
There lived a Vilja, a woods-maiden,
A hunter spied her in a rocky cliff!
The fellow, became
So strangely affected,
He looked and looked
At the little woods-maiden.
And a never known shudder
Seized the young hunter,
Longingly he began quietly to sigh!
Vilja, O Vilja, you little woods-maiden,
Take me and let me   
Be your dearest true love!
Vilja, O Vilja, what are you doing to me?
Fearfully begs  a lovesick man!

Vilja, O Vilja, what are you doing to me?
Fearfully begs  a lovesick man!

The woods-maiden stretched
Out her hand to him
And pulled him into her cliff-dwelling.
The lad almost lost his senses, 

Thus loved and kissed no earthly child.
As soon as she was sated with kissing
She disappeared at that moment!
Just once did the poor lad wave to her:
Vilja, O Vilja, you little woods-maiden,
Take me and let me   
Be your dearest true love!
Vilja, O Vilja, what are you doing to me?
Fearfully begs  a lovesick man!

Vilja, O Vilja, what are you doing to me?
Fearfully begs  a lovesick man!

Vilja