Der Freitag fing damit an, dass ich am Morgen einen Termin gründlich versammelte. Ich hatte für das Auto ein Wellness Programm gebucht. Innen und außen. Dann muss das Auto anderthalb Wochen dreckig, durch die Gegend fahren bis ich von der Re:publica zurück bin. Am Nachmittag fuhr ich zum Baumarkt und holte neue Salzsäckchen für die Entfeuchterkisten in der Garage und im Keller.
Am Abend betreute ich die letzte Vorstellung des vorvorletzten Stückes meiner Saison. Und damit wäre diese Baustelle auch zu. Uff.
Und weil die Tagesausbeute sehr karg ist, gibt es noch eine Tagesfrage:
Was bedeutet „alles haben“ für dich? Ist es erreichbar?
Natürlich ist es nicht erreichbar. Man könnte darüber eine ganze philosophische Doktorarbeit schreiben.
Aber genau zu der Frage hat Stephen Sondheim mal ein Lied geschrieben das 1990 im Film Dick Tracy zu hören war. Und ich denke das trifft es ganz gut:
Once upon a time I had plenty of nothing,
Which was fine with me
Because I had rhythm, music, love,
The sun, the stars and the moon above,
Had the clear blue sky and the deep blue sea.
That was when the best things in life were free.
Then time went by and now I got plenty of plenty,
Which is fine with me.
‘Cause I still got love, I still got rhythm,
But look at what I got to go with ’em.
“Who could ask for anything more?”, I hear you query.
Who could ask for anything more? Well, let me tell you, dearie.
Got my diamonds, got my yacht, got a guy I adore.
I’m so happy with what I got, I want more!
Count your blessings, one, two, three
I just hate keeping score.
Any number is fine with me
As long as it’s more!
As long as it’s more!
I’m no mathematician, all I know is addition
I find counting a bore.
Keep the number mounting, your accountant does the counting.
(More! More!)
I got rhythm, music too, just as much as before
Got my guy and my sky of blue,
Now, however, I own the view.
More is better than nothing, true
But nothing’s better than more, more, more
Nothing’s better than more.
One is fun, why not two?
And if you like two, you might as well have four,
And if you like four, why not a few
Why not a slew?
More! More!
(More! More!)
If you’ve got a little, why not a lot?
Add and bit and it’ll get to be an oodle.
Every jot and tittle adds to the pot
Soon you’ve got the kit as well as the caboodle.
(More! More!)
Never say when, never stop at plenty,
If it’s gonna rain, let it pour.
Happy with ten, happier with twenty
If you like a penny, wouldn’t you like many much more?
Or does that sound too greedy?
That’s not greed, no, indeedy
That’s just stocking the store.
Gotta fill your cupboard, remember Mother Hubbard.
(More! More!)
Each possession you possess
Helps your spirits to soar.
That’s what’s soothing about excess
Never settle for something less.
Something’s better than nothing, yes!
But nothing’s better than more, more more
(Except all, all, all) Except all, all, all
Except once you have it all (have it all)
You may find all else above (find all else above)
That though things are bliss,
There’s one thing you miss, and that’s
More! More!