You got yourself an old worship space. Certainly the place was designed with the best acoustics achievable at the time. Lots of seating, too. And with luck there’s plenty of parking. Does that say theater to you? It does to me!
And this is not as sacrilegious as it seems. Before it was a secular entertainment, drama was an act of worship. The statue of Apollo, god of art, is set up this theater, the Roman theater at Orange in Provence, and performances began with prayers and sacrifice. Continue reading
First trip post-vaccine protection: Palm Springs in April. Can’t wait! The girlfriend and I will hit the town. The husband disdains hot places, although P.S. in spring, nestled in its desert valley, can be chilly at night and tepid during the day. And anyway, someone has to babysit the furbabies.
Like many people, for the past year I’ve been holed up in my house while the country and its economy has crumbled around me. My income, a survivor’s benefit from Social Security, is small but entirely unaffected by the pandemic. My house is paid for, and I receive enough to pay the bills and feed myself. Safe to say, I think, that I’ve weathered the bitter end of the Trump era better than most of my economic status. My children and grandchildren are alive, healthy, and solvent. I’ve become accustomed to the solitude. I like television and books. My son comes for dinner sometimes, and during lockdown we functioned like a single household. Online friends are as they ever were, and so very little of my life changed. Now I wonder how much of my old life I want back. What do I really miss?
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