do you hear what I hear
Today is the 6th day of the 34th week, the 21st day of the 8th month, the 234th day of 2020, and:
On this day in 1911,the Mona Lisa was stolen right off the wall of the Louvre by three handymen, who rather ironically had been hired by the museum to make protective glass cases for historical paintings. Back then the painting was just another work in the collection, and it took 24 hours for anyone to even notice that it was gone. The head of the Paris police retired in shame as the investigation gained international attention as folks speculated how the thief was able to hide such a large item. Over two years later, the ringleader of the heist, who wanted to return the lovely lady to her native home in Italy, was apprehended when he contacted the dealer and director of a gallery in Florence. He had been interviewed by the police twice and dismissed as a suspect, and the painting had been hidden in a trunk in his apartment the entire time. The notoriety the theft and unsuccessful manhunt generated made the painting the tourist attraction it is today. And it has been assaulted several times – by acid, a rock, spray paint, and a coffee mug, not to mention all the ways the image has been altered or used.
- International Day of Remembrance and Tribute to the Victims of Terrorism
- Internet Self-care Day
- National Brazilian Blowout Day
- National Men’s Grooming Day
- National Senior Citizens Day
- National Spumoni Day
- Poet’s Day
Quote of the day:
“Silence does good to the soul.”
~ St. Therese of Lisieux
“Are you getting a massage?” my co-worker inquired archly. We are both working from home and he had called me, apparently amused by the ambient music playing in the background. You see, I almost always have quiet, New Age instrumental music broadcasting these days. I live alone, and even in an apartment building set on an intersection of two busy highways in an built-up suburb, it can get very still. And when it gets that quiet, the ringing in my ears that never ceases suddenly becomes very loud and very annoying. My dreams have always had a soundtracks and in a way, now my waking life does too.
Music has always been a big part of my everyday life, although I never learned to read music and always sang by ear. I used to sing while doing chores; my mother often rebuked me because she felt I was singing too loudly. I sang in choruses and choirs. I sang to my kids and they each had their own special favorites that they sang with me, especially at bath time and bedtime. I sang in the car, sometimes with the radio, sometimes belting out songs all by myself.
These days my voice doesn’t lift in song very often and when it does, it sounds thin, lacking the vibrancy and range I possessed for so many years. The silence presses upon me, and I hold it at bay with the strands of gentle, calming music playing in the background.