It was my last night in Vienna and hopefully it wont be the actual “last night” that I ever experience there. But I had found this wonderful family owned Italian restaurant and had one of the best pizzas that I had ever had. A nice meal completed by polishing off a glass of Grappa. OK, there were two of them. It was some good stuff.
It was a beautiful October night which made for a nice stroll back to the hotel. There was a out in front of the Hapsburg Apartments playing his cello. He had a karaoke machines and he was playing along with it. So we had a string quartet playing even if it was only one man playing.
But it was good to sit there in front of the apartments and listen as the music filled the air. I watched as couples strolling by stopped to listen before moving on. The music sort of fit the mood of the night and where I was that particular night. It all seemed right to me and I could have sat there all night listening.
Saturday morning and it’s time to sit back and just enjoy some simple pleasures in life. Like sitting here sipping on a cup of Kona and looking out my front window. Special emphasis is put on “MY” in this case.
As in “MY” house and not some quarters the Government assigned to me.
“MY” window. The one that I picked out to replace what was originally here when I closed on this house. “MY” window and not some window that an overpaid Government civil engineer picked out and decided would be installed.
Looking at “MY” walls and painting them the colour of “MY” choice and again not some stupid ass off-white colour or beige or tan that Housing Management says it must be. And one of “MY” choice so I can paint it any damn colour of “MY” choice. Yeh, that’s a nice thing.
And looking out over “MY” neighborhood and not one that I have to leave because Uncle Sugar says that they need me for a while in Country “________”. (fill in the blank)
Yeh. Simple pleasures. It will be nicer whenever it decides to warm up around these parts. But it’s all good. It was “MY” choice to move here versus someone telling me where to go. The coffee tastes and goes down mucher, mucher betterer now.