A lovely evening of beautiful organ music, or rather speeding after a truck and then eating soup

Marzeus von Hemelen By Marzeus von Hemelen, 26th Oct 2015 | Follow this author | RSS Feed
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Mother's sister's music school is hosting an organ concert by the one and only Marrick Max, the world famous organ player.

And so, Mother's sister Levenice asked Mother to buy tickets and support the event.

Well actually I found out later Mother said whether Mother attends the concert or not, she'll still give Levenice the money for the tickets. Heck knows how that works but anyways, for some reason Mother loves to spread her money around to whomever she can "help".

A lovely evening of beautiful organ music... or rather speeding behind and in front of a truck and then eating soup.

Anyway, we get all dressed up and scrub up pretty good. Then, we drive all the way to Unitown.

And so, we arrive at the church where Mother believes it is being held at.

Only problem is, there's nobody there. Nothing. The gates are closed and everything is quiet.

Mother doesn't understand. She's sure she has the date right. And yet, where is the concert?

I tell Mother she must have the wrong church then. She insists that this is the church. This is where Levenice told her the event will be.

But, there's obviously no event here now. Mother tries to call Levenice and her husband and then some folks, but she can't reach anybody because they're probably at the concert.

I tell Mother we must try other churches and places.

And so, we drive around Unitown, from church to church and place to place and auditorium to conservatorium, but we can't find the Marrick Max concert. Bummer.

I don't know why it affects me so much but I'm so angry. What in blazes is wrong with Mother and her sister and their communication and their organization? Seriously, can't they get a simple thing like where a concert is right?

Well, late that evening we find ourselves in some forgotten part of Unitown. We saw a place with cars in front of it and wondered if that is the concert, but nope, it's just shops, so we drove on until we found ourselves in this quiet place.

Mother's phone rings. Again. I absolutely cannot stand driving with Mother and her phone, because there's always ringing or pinging or bells or whistles or funny sounds coming from her phone, as she receives WhatsApp messages and text messages and phone calls and whatnot. I can't have five minutes alone with my thoughts before I'm interrupted by some unwelcome alert sound.

And of course it doesn't matter what the situation is, whether Mother is driving or still in the middle of a conversation with me, she feels she absolutely HAS TO see and answer any incoming messages right away. It irritates me more than I can say.

But anyway, it's a phone call from her sister René. She tells them about our situation and our having tried to find the concert but having no luck and it being much too late now anyway.

There comes this big truck from the front. A black man jumps out and comes to the window. Mother then suddenly wants to drive away because she realizes we're in some dark lonely place with the car.

Who is it?? WHAAAAAA!!!! He's coming to her window!!!!! Continue reading here


Communication, Concert, Directions, Driving, Evening, Late, Lost, Lovely, Music, Organ, Organization

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I like eggs for breakfast. I live on top of a hill inside a beautiful but old dwelling complex. I like to take life in through my senses and then give feedback through my writing.

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