In court yesterday, I ran into a woman I used to work with. I don't see her very often now that she's in private practice, so we sat and gabbed and said, "we must get together". Then she said, "what are you doing tonight?" "Going to see my neighborhood community players." "What time?" "Seven-thirty." Upshot was, her daughter is on the board of another (professional) theatre company that was having a benefit at the National Museum of Mexican Art at 5:30 and would I like to go before I went to the play? Sure, said I. What company is it? "Teatro something," said Gloria. "Not Teatro Vista
?", said I. And it was. I know one of the founders and current artistic director, because I worked with him at my last
job (and also with another member of the company)! So I went, surprised Eddie and Jon, and generally had a very good time.
I left early to get to the other event. The Hyde Park Community Players are a new group, and this was their first production. "Productions", actually, as they did two one-act plays: Riders to the Sea
, by John M. Synge, and The Bear
, by Chekhov. The first was not very good, primarily because the actors talked too softly and too fast, and did not enunciate well, so I missed a lot of the dialogue. The second, however, was much better done.
I started today by going to the bank, the dry cleaners, the shoe repair shop, and a few yard sales, all before 10:00. Around 11:00, I stashed the car over at the shopping center and then walked over to the 57th Street Art Fair. It was a bit cool and overcast, but that's actually not a bad thing when you're doing a lot of walking. As usual, there were also a few yard sales and rummage sales going on, so I visited a couple more. (You will not be surprised to learn that I bought books. Also picked up a couple of books at "20% off for Members" day at 57th St. books.) Also as usual, there were lots of kids selling lemonade and the like:
I always like the art fair, especially the crafts, and of those, I particularly like the textiles, pottery and woodworking. Much of it is way
too expensive for me (there's one woman who does the most gorgeous woven jackets, but they run several hundred dollars - so unless I win the lottery . . .), but I often buy a small bit of pottery or wood. There's a guy there who makes really nice rocking chairs, which I don't need, as I have one, but I was admiring a bench he had, a beautifully-grained, polished piece of wood with a lovely curve to it, and rough-cut legs. "I'll give you a good price for that", he said. "Oh? What's your 'good price'?" I asked, fully expecting it to be a lot. "$35", he answered. I didn't even stop to think, and blurted out, "Is that all
?" He offered to charge me more, but I would have none of it, and whipped out my wallet. (In fact, I've been wanting a bench for my bedroom, but haven't done any serious looking as it's just a "want", not a "need".) He had a second piece of wood, the twin of the first, and suggested I get two benches! I would have, too, except that I haven't any place for another. He held it for me while I finished browsing the fair and went and got my car. Anyway, here it is:
I got home just before it started to rain, although it was a pretty light rain and didn't last. There was an organ concert in honor of Albert Schweitzer at Rockefeller Chapel that I had thought of going to, but I was feeling a mite headachey, so decided to stay home. I made fried green tomatoes for dinner, with ham.
Tomorrow, I may go to the Printers' Row Lit Fest if the weather is halfway decent. It will be no great tragedy if I don't go; it's not as though I don't have any books!