Chwaraewch gerddoriaeth ffynci honno

Chwaraewch gerddoriaeth ffynci honno ~ Play that funky music


“Music is good in and of itself, just as love is good, or charity, or beauty … [it’s] good for making people better people.”
― J.M. Coetzee, (The Pole, 2022)

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Ar ôl noson boenus a heb ddigon i gwsg, penderfynais i ffonio'r meddyg i wneud apwyntiad i weld beth sy'n digwydd gyda fy wyneb. Roeddwn i'n meddwl tybed am grawniad ac a ddylwn weld y deintydd ond yn y diwedd roeddwn i'n meddwl gwell gadewch i'r meddyg edrych yn gyntaf. Ac roeddwn i'n lwcus, roeddwn i'n gallu gwneud apwyntiad am y bore hwnnw. Felly es i at y meddyg ac eistedd yn yr ystafell aros yn gwrando ar y gerddoriaeth radio ofnadwy yn y cefndir am awr. Nid wyf yn dihoffi'r gerddoriaeth hyd yn oed, mae'n ddim ond cael eich gorfodi i wrando arno'n cael ei chwarae ar radio rhad gyda llawer o glebran di-ben-draw.

Roedd y meddyg yn dda iawn. Gofynnodd hi gwestiynau, prododd fy ngrudd, a thapio fy nannedd. Dim crawniad, dim ond problem gyda nodau lymff. Does dim triniaeth ar hyn o bryd, hyd nes y cawn well syniad o achosion yr unig opsiwn yw poen laddwyr. Roeddwn i'n hapus. Hapus gyda'r apwyntiad, hapus nid i ruthro i driniaeth heb wybod achosion y broblem.

Wedi cael (having been) gwybod i 'chwaraewch gerddoriaeth ffynci honno 'tan i mi farw' gan y gerddoriaeth ar y radio yn y feddygfa, penderfynais i ymweld y fynwent. Cyswllt tenau (tenuous).

Roedd y tywydd yn braf iawn Rydw i'n dal yn ceisio defnyddio'r camera gydag ISO 400 a chyflymder caead 1/500th eiliad. Rydw i'n mwynhau newid y golau gan newid yr agorfa. Mae'n helpu os mae'r golau haul yn llachar i ddechrau.

Mae nifer o groesau Celtaidd, haddurno â chlymwaith, yn y fynwent. Rydw i'n eu hoffi nhw yn fawr iawn. Maen nhw'n ymddangos bron yn ddathliadol yn hytrach na thrist. Gallwn i ddychmygu rhywun yn 'chwarae'r gerddoriaeth ffynci honno' yma. (Oes daeth y gân honno yn 'mwydyn clust' y dydd.)

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After a painful and sleepless night, I decided to call the doctor to make an appointment to see what's going on with my face. I was wondering about an abscess and whether I should see the dentist but in the end I thought better let the doctor look first. And I was lucky, I was able to make an appointment for that morning. So I went to the doctor and sat in the waiting room listening to the awful radio music in the background for an hour. I don't even dislike the music, it's just being forced to listen to it played on cheap radio with lots of endless chatter.

The doctor was very good. She asked questions, poked my cheek, and tapped my teeth. No abscess, just a problem with lymph nodes. There is currently no treatment, until we have a better idea of ​​the causes the only option is pain killers. I was happy. Happy with the appointment, happy not to rush into treatment without knowing the causes of the problem.

Having been told to 'play that funky music 'till I die' by the music on the radio in the surgery, I decided to visit the cemetery. A tenuous link

The weather was very nice. I'm still trying to use the camera with ISO 400 and shutter speed 1/500th second. I enjoy changing the light by changing the aperture. It helps if the sunlight is bright to begin with.

There are a number of Celtic crosses, decorated with knotwork, in the cemetery. I like them very much. They seem almost celebratory rather than sad. I could imagine someone 'playing that funky music' here. (Yes, that song became the 'earworm' of the day.)

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Disgrifiad (Cymraeg): Croesau Celtaidd yn y fynwent
Description (English): Celtic crosses in the churchyard
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