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Blundering About
Aug. 2nd, 2003 08:12 pmI'm really just not getting anything done, other than obsessing over a whole bunch of stuff I can't do anything about. A lot of things, not just Eric's imminent departure, are hanging fire, and it's making me, well, really, not crazy, but terrifically ineffectual. I need to be writing and to keep up with domestic matters and to enjoy Eric while he's here. I guess the last is working all right.
Yesterday, Friday, evening, David and Lydy and Eric and I went to see the Theatre in the Round Players' production of "The Mikado." Eric had noticed it on the building as he went past on his way from campus, and mentioned it to me. We had no business spending the money on tickets. The amount would pay the gas bill this time of year, not to mention buy a hell of a lot of rice and beans. I suppose one does not live by beans alone. In any case, very shortly after Eric and I started dating one another, we went to see "Patience" by the Gilbert and Sullivan Very Light Opera Company, and that was the first Gilbert and Sullivan he had ever seen, whereas David practically knows most of them by heart and Lydy is able to discourse knowledgeably about a number of them, so it really seemed we must go.
We had dinner at Chipotle's beforehand. That's quite tasty fresh fast food. And they don't just put on cheese and sour cream, they ask you. Mind, I couldn't hear them asking and Eric had to tell me that's what they wanted to know, but aside from that it was grand. We ate outside, where it was just as noisy but the noise was less annoying, and tossed bits of rice and tortilla to the bold house sparrows.
I had forgotten how small Theatre in the Round is. I very much enjoyed the production. They didn't have room for a full orchestra, and David said they were having some trouble keeping all together, but my musical knowledge and savvy are very rudimentary, and I was pleased to be able to get so many of the lyrics because of the closeness of all the players. Lydy remarked afterwards that she had not before seen a Nanki-Poo who was quite so sulky and youthful. He was pretty cute, too. Katisha was remarkable; she was a very thin woman and her introductory song was deeply and lastingly creepy. She had very good comic timing, too. And the principals like Ko-Ko and the Mikado and Pooh-Bah were all very good indeed. Lydy also pointed out that Pooh-Bah's tend to be tall and thin, which is true; this one was immensely chunky and quite impressive. There was a great deal of experience and training in the cast and I thought they were all excellent.
Afterwards I went home with Eric and got to see the cat's reaction to a new feather attachment for the toy on a stick; also to admire the carrier in which he does not know he will travel to California. We had a quiet evening reading and talking, quite as if we could go on doing this indefinitely. In the morning we went to Natraj for brunch; we ended up taking a 17 bus and walking from 24th Street. It was a glorious summer day and there were a number of good gardens and interesting houses to comment on. We also saw a yard sale, but were too hungry to stop.
When Daedala first told me about Natraj, they were doing southern Indian cuisine one weekend morning and northern the other, which was why Eric and I had specially wished to go on a Saturday. The food was very good, but it wasn't notably different from the Sunday brunches we'd had there. I enjoyed it a lot anyway. They always have a good lot of stuff for vegetarians, and today it was vegetable pakoras, chana palak (heavy on the palak, which was nice), a kind of aloo gobi very different from what I'm used to, with tomatoes and a different spice mixture; a lovely cabbage fry with, Eric thought and I agreed, a touch of green mango chutney in it; also naan, which is not vegan but which I cannot resist, and vegetable korma, ditto on the not-vegan, but I did resist it, my digestive system not having taken to it the last time I had it. We talked about how we could possibly fit everything we wanted to do in California into the time provided. It's impossible, but at least we won't be at a loss for occupation.
We walked to my house afterwards, admiring gardens and naming trees and pointing out interesting architectural features to one another. I kept saying, "That house would be big enough for all of us."
We had planned to go to the Minn-Stf picnic, but my ride had kind of evaporated, and the annoying Number 23 bus, which has afflicted my existence since I lived in the 4200 block of Minnehaha and Eileen lived in the 3700 block of Grand Avenue and the last eastbound bus went just too early to get me home from playreading, stops running especially early on weekends, just to be if possible even more annoying. I coul d have got over there all right, but not back again. And I was feeling overwhelmed by the behindedness of my household work and Eric was feeling like taking the day off. So he did some pruning for me and went off on his bicycle, and I did a flurry of laundry and dish work and cleaned cat boxes and took my cat outside (where he turned himself into a gray cat and chased a number of squirrels). I'll go back over to Eric's later. I hope the picnic was good. I found myself remarkably disgruntled in any case by the news that the parks are now charging for parking, even though if I had taken the bus this would not have made a bit of difference to me.
Pamela
Yesterday, Friday, evening, David and Lydy and Eric and I went to see the Theatre in the Round Players' production of "The Mikado." Eric had noticed it on the building as he went past on his way from campus, and mentioned it to me. We had no business spending the money on tickets. The amount would pay the gas bill this time of year, not to mention buy a hell of a lot of rice and beans. I suppose one does not live by beans alone. In any case, very shortly after Eric and I started dating one another, we went to see "Patience" by the Gilbert and Sullivan Very Light Opera Company, and that was the first Gilbert and Sullivan he had ever seen, whereas David practically knows most of them by heart and Lydy is able to discourse knowledgeably about a number of them, so it really seemed we must go.
We had dinner at Chipotle's beforehand. That's quite tasty fresh fast food. And they don't just put on cheese and sour cream, they ask you. Mind, I couldn't hear them asking and Eric had to tell me that's what they wanted to know, but aside from that it was grand. We ate outside, where it was just as noisy but the noise was less annoying, and tossed bits of rice and tortilla to the bold house sparrows.
I had forgotten how small Theatre in the Round is. I very much enjoyed the production. They didn't have room for a full orchestra, and David said they were having some trouble keeping all together, but my musical knowledge and savvy are very rudimentary, and I was pleased to be able to get so many of the lyrics because of the closeness of all the players. Lydy remarked afterwards that she had not before seen a Nanki-Poo who was quite so sulky and youthful. He was pretty cute, too. Katisha was remarkable; she was a very thin woman and her introductory song was deeply and lastingly creepy. She had very good comic timing, too. And the principals like Ko-Ko and the Mikado and Pooh-Bah were all very good indeed. Lydy also pointed out that Pooh-Bah's tend to be tall and thin, which is true; this one was immensely chunky and quite impressive. There was a great deal of experience and training in the cast and I thought they were all excellent.
Afterwards I went home with Eric and got to see the cat's reaction to a new feather attachment for the toy on a stick; also to admire the carrier in which he does not know he will travel to California. We had a quiet evening reading and talking, quite as if we could go on doing this indefinitely. In the morning we went to Natraj for brunch; we ended up taking a 17 bus and walking from 24th Street. It was a glorious summer day and there were a number of good gardens and interesting houses to comment on. We also saw a yard sale, but were too hungry to stop.
When Daedala first told me about Natraj, they were doing southern Indian cuisine one weekend morning and northern the other, which was why Eric and I had specially wished to go on a Saturday. The food was very good, but it wasn't notably different from the Sunday brunches we'd had there. I enjoyed it a lot anyway. They always have a good lot of stuff for vegetarians, and today it was vegetable pakoras, chana palak (heavy on the palak, which was nice), a kind of aloo gobi very different from what I'm used to, with tomatoes and a different spice mixture; a lovely cabbage fry with, Eric thought and I agreed, a touch of green mango chutney in it; also naan, which is not vegan but which I cannot resist, and vegetable korma, ditto on the not-vegan, but I did resist it, my digestive system not having taken to it the last time I had it. We talked about how we could possibly fit everything we wanted to do in California into the time provided. It's impossible, but at least we won't be at a loss for occupation.
We walked to my house afterwards, admiring gardens and naming trees and pointing out interesting architectural features to one another. I kept saying, "That house would be big enough for all of us."
We had planned to go to the Minn-Stf picnic, but my ride had kind of evaporated, and the annoying Number 23 bus, which has afflicted my existence since I lived in the 4200 block of Minnehaha and Eileen lived in the 3700 block of Grand Avenue and the last eastbound bus went just too early to get me home from playreading, stops running especially early on weekends, just to be if possible even more annoying. I coul d have got over there all right, but not back again. And I was feeling overwhelmed by the behindedness of my household work and Eric was feeling like taking the day off. So he did some pruning for me and went off on his bicycle, and I did a flurry of laundry and dish work and cleaned cat boxes and took my cat outside (where he turned himself into a gray cat and chased a number of squirrels). I'll go back over to Eric's later. I hope the picnic was good. I found myself remarkably disgruntled in any case by the news that the parks are now charging for parking, even though if I had taken the bus this would not have made a bit of difference to me.
Pamela
