After I left you last, I went to another in my series of dramatic/musical productions filmed live in HD. This one is from Stratford, England, and, as might be expected, films their Shakespeare productions. This one was Titus Andronicus. Never heard of it? You are not alone, most people haven't. I have seen it live twice, once in Ashland, Oregon at the Shakespeare festival, the other at Bard on the Beach in Vancouver. It is by far his bloodiest play, which is, of course, saying something. Before he even gets onstage, Titus has lost 21 sons in battle. Immediately he gets onstage, he puts a captive queen's son to death as a sacrifice. Seeking revenge she has Titus's daughter raped, with hands and tongue cut off so she can't point out the perpetrators (the queen's sons, of course). Titus eventually finds out, has her two sons tortured and killed and baked into meat pies (the predecessor of Sweeney Todd if I ever saw it),which he then feeds to the queen and her new consort. I think I have missed a few deaths here and there, but you get my point. Well done, of course, but really....... not his best play!!!
Tuesday, April 1, Art and I headed out (in his shiny, red Chrysler Sebring convertible - it is such a treat to be driven rather than having to drive, when you are single!) to San Diego for the regional bridge tournament. Our accommodations at the Travel Lodge were fine (and half the price of the Convention Center five minutes away where the event was held), and had the benefit of two grand restaurants close by.
Well, you get the idea. I did fine, as long as we stuck to fine dining at Adams, double pork chops, prime rib and the like. But something at Bunz and Burgers (possibly the impossibly large milk shake?) made me sick sick sick for the next two days. And, as most of you know, I am a terrible patient! Art, god bless him, is a great care giver, there with the kind words and the ginger ale, and the chocolate bar (for caffeine when I couldn't get a cup of coffee down - have to stay awake for the bridge don't you know....)
Anyway, I wish I could blame my bad bridge playing on being sick, but I can't. We came out with points in only two sessions out of seven - not a good result - but at least we didn't get skunked. It was a good facility, the tournament was well run, we met some very nice people, and has a lovely drive both ways (we never seem to run out of things to talk about). All in all, we were both satisfied with the outing, and will probably try again next year..
We got back mid day on Easter Sunday, and I must say, it was good to be home (if one has to be sick, it is I think better to be at home, and I was still pretty weak). Time to sit in my garden for a bit.....
.....and head out to the pool.
On Monday, dreadful news. Friend Leslie called from Vancouver; our colleague and friend Janice had died over the weekend, of kidney failure. She had had a number of health issues, was on dialysis, and was on the list for a kidney transplant, but this was totally unexpected, and, at 61 years of age, shocking. She was not a person I saw every day, and so it will, I think, take a while to realize that I will never see her again. (And thank god I never expressed my annoyance with her badgering the office yet again for silent auction contributions, book sale items,and more contributions to the food bank!! Who will take over the baton, I wonder?)
Friends and colleagues Andrew and Elaine called right after Leslie did. They had come by last week, just before I left for San Diego (they come to Palm Springs every year about this time), and we had arranged for dinner last night. They had not heard about Janis, and we felt good being able to relive some fond memories and raise a glass in her honour at dinner at Shame on the Moon (an old favourite, previously reviewed in these pages)
Andy and Elaine are among my favourite people on the planet; we can talk about politics, the arts, human nature, and the meaning of the universe, all while laughing! And Janice was fondly remembered.
And the take away message? Carpe diem. (And no-one does that better than Andy and Elaine. And me, of course.)
What else? Although I did not feel well enough to eat last night (if I lose one or two ounces, the western world as we know it will certainly not come to an end, but I do love the food at Shame on the Moon, and Andy was buying!), I am feeling loads better today. I am back to almost full throttle at the gym (I actually went back yesterday, but I didn't do a lot). I finished another book which I can recommend; The Postmistress, by Sarah Blake. A novel,yes, and perhaps a bit dated, but
big themes and characters you cared to spend time with. As opposed to The Book Thief, which everyone has raved about - they made a movie from it, I understand - and which I put down after 40 pages with absolutely no interest in continuing.
Unfortunately, my time in California is drawing to a close for another year - a few more visitors, a brief trip to Houston at the end of the month for the opera, and then I will be back to Vancouver. This year, I truly do not want to go back.
Tuesday, April 1, Art and I headed out (in his shiny, red Chrysler Sebring convertible - it is such a treat to be driven rather than having to drive, when you are single!) to San Diego for the regional bridge tournament. Our accommodations at the Travel Lodge were fine (and half the price of the Convention Center five minutes away where the event was held), and had the benefit of two grand restaurants close by.
Well, you get the idea. I did fine, as long as we stuck to fine dining at Adams, double pork chops, prime rib and the like. But something at Bunz and Burgers (possibly the impossibly large milk shake?) made me sick sick sick for the next two days. And, as most of you know, I am a terrible patient! Art, god bless him, is a great care giver, there with the kind words and the ginger ale, and the chocolate bar (for caffeine when I couldn't get a cup of coffee down - have to stay awake for the bridge don't you know....)
Anyway, I wish I could blame my bad bridge playing on being sick, but I can't. We came out with points in only two sessions out of seven - not a good result - but at least we didn't get skunked. It was a good facility, the tournament was well run, we met some very nice people, and has a lovely drive both ways (we never seem to run out of things to talk about). All in all, we were both satisfied with the outing, and will probably try again next year..
We got back mid day on Easter Sunday, and I must say, it was good to be home (if one has to be sick, it is I think better to be at home, and I was still pretty weak). Time to sit in my garden for a bit.....
.....and head out to the pool.
On Monday, dreadful news. Friend Leslie called from Vancouver; our colleague and friend Janice had died over the weekend, of kidney failure. She had had a number of health issues, was on dialysis, and was on the list for a kidney transplant, but this was totally unexpected, and, at 61 years of age, shocking. She was not a person I saw every day, and so it will, I think, take a while to realize that I will never see her again. (And thank god I never expressed my annoyance with her badgering the office yet again for silent auction contributions, book sale items,and more contributions to the food bank!! Who will take over the baton, I wonder?)
Friends and colleagues Andrew and Elaine called right after Leslie did. They had come by last week, just before I left for San Diego (they come to Palm Springs every year about this time), and we had arranged for dinner last night. They had not heard about Janis, and we felt good being able to relive some fond memories and raise a glass in her honour at dinner at Shame on the Moon (an old favourite, previously reviewed in these pages)
Andy and Elaine are among my favourite people on the planet; we can talk about politics, the arts, human nature, and the meaning of the universe, all while laughing! And Janice was fondly remembered.
And the take away message? Carpe diem. (And no-one does that better than Andy and Elaine. And me, of course.)
What else? Although I did not feel well enough to eat last night (if I lose one or two ounces, the western world as we know it will certainly not come to an end, but I do love the food at Shame on the Moon, and Andy was buying!), I am feeling loads better today. I am back to almost full throttle at the gym (I actually went back yesterday, but I didn't do a lot). I finished another book which I can recommend; The Postmistress, by Sarah Blake. A novel,yes, and perhaps a bit dated, but
big themes and characters you cared to spend time with. As opposed to The Book Thief, which everyone has raved about - they made a movie from it, I understand - and which I put down after 40 pages with absolutely no interest in continuing.
Unfortunately, my time in California is drawing to a close for another year - a few more visitors, a brief trip to Houston at the end of the month for the opera, and then I will be back to Vancouver. This year, I truly do not want to go back.
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