The Blessings of Lent
Monday night, or more accurately, Tuesday morning, 1:00 am. Freya paced the floor in our bedroom. Panting. She needed to go out. Again. Before going to bed, we’d let the dogs out one at a time to do their usual quick “hurry up,” and she'd wandered off into the...
Though this be madness, yet there is method in it.
Saturday matinee. Front row seats. Hamlet. Keith and I have attended several previous performances of the play. We wondered how this year’s American Shakespeare Center Renaissance Season ensemble would interpret it. As soon as Hamlet (the fabulous Josh Innerst at...
I was just flashing back
Keith reclined in his chair up in the loft, sipping his late Friday afternoon martini. “I was just flashing back to the year we spent weekends here.” “That was one of my favorite times,” I said, dropping the mail beside his chair and joining his reminiscence. “We’d...
And straight I am nothing
And straight [I] am nothing: but whate'er I be, Nor I nor any man that but man is With nothing shall be pleased, till he be eased With being nothing. Richard II, Act V scene 5 Last Friday night, Keith and I attended a performance of the American Shakespeare...
Do not be anxious about anything
At my command, Freya trotted into the basement shower. Usually, we bathe the dogs around the first of the month and let them dry on the deck. But since New Years, it’s been either too cold or wet outside, until this past Saturday. If given a choice, Freya would...
I don’t want to play Flight of the Bumblebee
Last Friday, Keith and I ventured out in the rain to have lunch at Blue Mountain Brewery. We figured there wouldn’t be too big a crowd. On the drive home, pleasantly full of salad, pizza, and iced-tea ambition, I said, “Now that my cold is better, I’m going to play...