The end of March

I never got to the museum today. There was a lecture at 10:15, but when I woke up I knew I wasn’t going there. It felt good to be lazy, and I spent a long time in the shower. Hot water is wonderful.

Last night we went to Pittsburgh Opera’s "Magic Flute." As usual, the voices and orchestra were wonderful. Staging left something to be desired. It’s a tough opera; doesn’t make a lot of sense. Charna said it’s sung in German, using Italian names, set in Egypt. In addition, they used English in the spoken parts, borrowed a little (maybe not enough) from the Julie Taymor staging, and gave the monster? children such modern toys as skates, scooters, skate boards. Steve couldn’t remember the trials by fire and water. The rest of us suffered more watching than the protagonists who were going through them. Maybe that’s what made me so tired this morning.

I can’t seem to finish binding Grandma’s book. Some of the fabric pieces need accurate trimming, and I can’t find my rotary cutter. So I’m going out to buy a new one. Then I won’t have any more excuses. Maybe I can get something done before I pack to go to New York.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s