Today ended up being about the funnest day ever. First, as I was driving to meet some of my theater friends for a play reading, I listened to one of the new CDs I'd gotten recently. (SN #1) I thought the artist, David Wilcox, was new to me, but it turned out I'd heard and enjoyed several of his songs years ago on a mixed cassette tape (maybe more than several years ago) my brother and his wife made for me. I really like this singer. His music is simple and folksy and very personal. I especially like his song about the woman in his life spilling blue paint on the kitchen floor and turning the spill into an artwork by letting it dry and painting a frame around it.
Then there was the play reading, spending a few hours with beloved colleagues reading aloud a Caryl Churchill play and then talking about what thoughts and feelings the play evoked, which became a wide ranging discussion about our lives and the country and climate change, etc. Conversations like this are a true pig wallow for me, so stimulating, even if the subjects broached are sometimes disturbing.
This evening Sweet Hubby and I took the train down to Seattle's oldest neighborhood for a dinner theater performance. (SN #2) I know two of the actor/singers, which is what prompted me to go to this place, which I've heard about for years. The theater part of the evening was sort of goofy and unwieldy and messy, a very very very loose adaptation of the Alice in Wonderland story. Not really my cup of tea; I'm stodgy enough that I like my theater scripted and with a clear story. But I enjoyed seeing my friends perform, and the dinner was, for the most part, pretty spectacular, each of the four courses served in an imaginative way.
SN #3 was taking a trolley from this neighborhood to another, then taking the train back from there. I'd seen the trolley many times but was never exactly sure where it went and where it stopped, so it was delightful and informative to ride it from one terminus to the other.
All in all, such a good day, and I got to spend most of it with SH, which makes everything sweeter.
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