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I really should journal more often, because I forget things!
For instance, I really should have told you about this play I went to, Las mila y una noches, produced by Els Comediants, as part of the Latino Theatre Festival at the Goodman Theatre. A group of refugees take shelter in a ruined library in Baghdad, where they encounter a young woman called Salima who has rescued a copy of The Thousand and One Nights. She begins to read them stories from the book, and the actors then portray the stories. Of course, since that book is about someone telling stories, and in those stories more are told, at one point I think I counted FOUR stories within stories! The troupe has a real commedia dell'arte flavor, and there's lots of color and music, but all the time world of war and death is hovering outside. The play was entirely in Spanish, with a few (very few) English supertitles, but anyone who got to the theatre in time to read the very detailed synopsis in the program should have had no problem understanding what was going on (although missing some of the detail).
Thursday I went to a retirement party for one of the judges. When I first started work at the office where I am now, he was in charge and he hired me. I've always liked him, so of course I made it a point to go. It was held at a Mexican restaurant, copious food and drink, and there were sombreros and castanets and only one speech! It was "old home week", too, because a lot of folks who used to work with Ken (and me) showed up, people I hadn't seen in quite a while, and we did a lot of catching up.
I was scheduled to do bond court this weekend, and did go in yesterday, but last night my boss called and said he was going to the office anyway, so he'd do it today. (One of things I really like about him is that he'll do stuff like that.) Bond court starts at 8:00, and the weekends usually take longer than weekdays (because it's just the morning, rather than morning and evening, and failure-to-appear cases come in, rather than going directly to the court that issued the warrant), but I was home before 10 a.m. yesterday, so it wasn't that bad.
I was expecting a tough drive home, thinking there would be a lot of people headed into the city for the Air and Water Show, but there was pretty much no traffic. Probably most people had gone in already, or would put off by the overcast skies. Things cleared up later, though. So I did a few errands, went to Border's to pick up Patricia Barber's new CD, Mythologies (yes, I also bought a book, a nice Kees Moerbeck pop-up from the bargain book section), and stopped at the liquor store to pick up a little something for someone. I spent the rest of the day puttering around the house and doing a lot of reading. I finished both Ursula K. Le Guin's the Language of Night and Ellen Kushner's Swordspoint, and I started Jason Fforde's The Big Over Easy.
I had the urge to bake, too. I like to bake, but I don't do it much because it's hard to make a few cookies or one slice of cake! But I had a taste for cornbread, so I made some. Had it hot right out of the oven (oh, yummy!) and more for breakfast today, with strawberries, on the back porch with the Sunday paper, parts of which Marissa has now shredded. (I don't know what it is with her and newsprint, but she will attack it whenever she's given the chance!)
For instance, I really should have told you about this play I went to, Las mila y una noches, produced by Els Comediants, as part of the Latino Theatre Festival at the Goodman Theatre. A group of refugees take shelter in a ruined library in Baghdad, where they encounter a young woman called Salima who has rescued a copy of The Thousand and One Nights. She begins to read them stories from the book, and the actors then portray the stories. Of course, since that book is about someone telling stories, and in those stories more are told, at one point I think I counted FOUR stories within stories! The troupe has a real commedia dell'arte flavor, and there's lots of color and music, but all the time world of war and death is hovering outside. The play was entirely in Spanish, with a few (very few) English supertitles, but anyone who got to the theatre in time to read the very detailed synopsis in the program should have had no problem understanding what was going on (although missing some of the detail).
Thursday I went to a retirement party for one of the judges. When I first started work at the office where I am now, he was in charge and he hired me. I've always liked him, so of course I made it a point to go. It was held at a Mexican restaurant, copious food and drink, and there were sombreros and castanets and only one speech! It was "old home week", too, because a lot of folks who used to work with Ken (and me) showed up, people I hadn't seen in quite a while, and we did a lot of catching up.
I was scheduled to do bond court this weekend, and did go in yesterday, but last night my boss called and said he was going to the office anyway, so he'd do it today. (One of things I really like about him is that he'll do stuff like that.) Bond court starts at 8:00, and the weekends usually take longer than weekdays (because it's just the morning, rather than morning and evening, and failure-to-appear cases come in, rather than going directly to the court that issued the warrant), but I was home before 10 a.m. yesterday, so it wasn't that bad.
I was expecting a tough drive home, thinking there would be a lot of people headed into the city for the Air and Water Show, but there was pretty much no traffic. Probably most people had gone in already, or would put off by the overcast skies. Things cleared up later, though. So I did a few errands, went to Border's to pick up Patricia Barber's new CD, Mythologies (yes, I also bought a book, a nice Kees Moerbeck pop-up from the bargain book section), and stopped at the liquor store to pick up a little something for someone. I spent the rest of the day puttering around the house and doing a lot of reading. I finished both Ursula K. Le Guin's the Language of Night and Ellen Kushner's Swordspoint, and I started Jason Fforde's The Big Over Easy.
I had the urge to bake, too. I like to bake, but I don't do it much because it's hard to make a few cookies or one slice of cake! But I had a taste for cornbread, so I made some. Had it hot right out of the oven (oh, yummy!) and more for breakfast today, with strawberries, on the back porch with the Sunday paper, parts of which Marissa has now shredded. (I don't know what it is with her and newsprint, but she will attack it whenever she's given the chance!)
