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Thursday, October 31, 2013
Hokay, ze organ, she ’ave, ’ow you say, arrived at my ’ome.
An’, eef I do say so myself, she is, ’ow you say, lookin’ good.
She no sound too shabby either.
I am on a natural high today. I ’ave no need of, ’ow you say, illicit drugs or artificial stimulants of any kind.
Hahaha you sure don't seem to need any, and happiness is a fine drug, one which your impressive organ has supplied you with methinks *smiles. May you have many hours pleasure playing it.
How come you are communicating in a Frenchified way nowadays? By the way, I like the look of your new (free) organ! Marvellous! If I were religious I might say that God had chosen you for this organ transplant! Will your neighbours need to be issued with earplugs?
Nein mein fuhrerblogger und achtung sauerkraut bitte! I would prefer you to blog in Albanian... Në Shqipëri njerëzit u pëlqen të hanë salcice dhe vjersha me Murtaja është një hero kombëtar!
Not speaking Albanian (although my parents-in-law certainly did), I had to resort to Google Translate, and good old Google Translate got it nearly right, with one glaring error. Here is what Google Translate did to Yorkshire Pudding's Albanian sentence:
"In Bangladesh people like to eat sausages and rhymes with plague is a national hero!"
The glaring error is that Në Shqipëri does not mean "In Bangladesh" -- it means "In Albania"!
Ah, Google Translate. You win some, you lose some.
I'm afraid I speak no foreign languages, so I'll just have to say 'Good for you!' on the organ. I hope among other things that you are playing some of my favorite old hymns! Have you driven Mrs. RWP out of the house yet? Be sure to sing as loudly as you please along with your playing - it's to be expected, of course. If I hear you, I'll sing along!
LightExpectations, the organ has been here for three days now, and I have played it every single day.
HilltopHomesteader, Mrs. RWP loves the sound! The first thing I played (unplanned, it just happened) was a chorus from the '80s, "We'll Give the Glory to Jesus, And Tell Of His Love, His Wonderful Love" and I have also played "Peace, Peace, Wonderful Peace" and "His Eye Is On The Sparrow" and "Throw Out the Lifeline" and "At Calvary" and "When We All Get To Heaven" and "Standing On the Promises" and "Leaning on the Everlasting Arms" and lots of others too.
Vagabonde (look, everybody, the inestimable Vagabonde dropped by!), I had been referring to the organ as "she" but you are probably correct that it is a "he". I have suddenly realized that a pipe organ (mine is not a pipe organ) is often called "The King of Instruments" so I'm sure now that I must have been wrong.
I beg to differ....cars are not necessarily female. I drive a lifted dark blue F150 4-door crew cab pickup truck (surprised?) and his name is Tall Dark Stranger - definitely male. My husband's work trucks are definitely male and my daughter's car (aka the Raisin) is also male. Just sayin'. p.s. I LOVE those hymns...(humming His Eye is on the Sparrow now.....)
If someone delivered an organ to my home (and I had to keep it), I would need illicit drugs more than ever, but you know how to play, so I'll say congratulations.
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Woo Hoo.
ReplyDeleteHahaha you sure don't seem to need any, and happiness is a fine drug, one which your impressive organ has supplied you with methinks *smiles. May you have many hours pleasure playing it.
ReplyDeleteHow come you are communicating in a Frenchified way nowadays? By the way, I like the look of your new (free) organ! Marvellous! If I were religious I might say that God had chosen you for this organ transplant! Will your neighbours need to be issued with earplugs?
ReplyDeleteCrickey !!
ReplyDeleteThank you, one and all, for being a part of this happy time!
ReplyDeleteP.S. - Yorkshire Pudding, you vould prrrefer zat I schpeak mit a Cherman accent, jah?
Nein mein fuhrerblogger und achtung sauerkraut bitte!
ReplyDeleteI would prefer you to blog in Albanian...
Në Shqipëri njerëzit u pëlqen të hanë salcice dhe vjersha me Murtaja është një hero kombëtar!
Not speaking Albanian (although my parents-in-law certainly did), I had to resort to Google Translate, and good old Google Translate got it nearly right, with one glaring error. Here is what Google Translate did to Yorkshire Pudding's Albanian sentence:
ReplyDelete"In Bangladesh people like to eat sausages and rhymes with plague is a national hero!"
The glaring error is that Në Shqipëri does not mean "In Bangladesh" -- it means "In Albania"!
Ah, Google Translate. You win some, you lose some.
Enjoy! And be sure you play it every day!
ReplyDeleteI'm afraid I speak no foreign languages, so I'll just have to say 'Good for you!' on the organ. I hope among other things that you are playing some of my favorite old hymns! Have you driven Mrs. RWP out of the house yet? Be sure to sing as loudly as you please along with your playing - it's to be expected, of course. If I hear you, I'll sing along!
ReplyDeleteOh la la! He eez magnifique!
ReplyDeleteLightExpectations, the organ has been here for three days now, and I have played it every single day.
ReplyDeleteHilltopHomesteader, Mrs. RWP loves the sound! The first thing I played (unplanned, it just happened) was a chorus from the '80s, "We'll Give the Glory to Jesus, And Tell Of His Love, His Wonderful Love" and I have also played "Peace, Peace, Wonderful Peace" and "His Eye Is On The Sparrow" and "Throw Out the Lifeline" and "At Calvary" and "When We All Get To Heaven" and "Standing On the Promises" and "Leaning on the Everlasting Arms" and lots of others too.
Vagabonde (look, everybody, the inestimable Vagabonde dropped by!), I had been referring to the organ as "she" but you are probably correct that it is a "he". I have suddenly realized that a pipe organ (mine is not a pipe organ) is often called "The King of Instruments" so I'm sure now that I must have been wrong.
Cars are definitely female, though.
I beg to differ....cars are not necessarily female. I drive a lifted dark blue F150 4-door crew cab pickup truck (surprised?) and his name is Tall Dark Stranger - definitely male. My husband's work trucks are definitely male and my daughter's car (aka the Raisin) is also male. Just sayin'.
ReplyDeletep.s. I LOVE those hymns...(humming His Eye is on the Sparrow now.....)
Have fun playing with your organ, my human friend.
ReplyDeleteI shall naturally say *hi" to you.
Pawsitive wishes and have a good time with that extra hour on Sunday.
Penny the Jack Russell dog and modest internet superstar!
cool I can't wait to hear you play it. :)
ReplyDeleteIf someone delivered an organ to my home (and I had to keep it), I would need illicit drugs more than ever, but you know how to play, so I'll say congratulations.
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