I woke up before seven this morning and did not go back to bed. I never do that. It might have something to do with the fact that I fell asleep watching TV around ten last night. I have an alarm on my phone that goes off at midnight to remind me to go to sleep, it woke me up. I was in bed by 12:30. When I woke up this morning and went into the kitchen I discovered that I had forgotten to do the dishes last night. In a total break with tradition, I did them, right then and there. My procrastination is slipping. That’s a good thing.
What was with the weather yesterday. When I left the house for PT it was 74°. I work a t-shirt and my lightest cotton pants. The only reason I didn’t wear sandals was I wasn’t sure how well they’d work on the exercise bike. When I left PT I went food shopping. The temperature had dropped 4° while I was inside. It was a bit cool for the way I was dressed but I figured I’d be OK. I wouldn’t be spending that much time outside. Maybe it would drop to 65°, I could live with that. When I got out of the supermarket it was 55°! The temperature had dropped 19° in a few hours. I lucked out. I didn’t know why my bag was so heavy. I looked in it while I was shopping. I had a jacket in there. I work it on the way home. I should have worn the hat too.
When I got home I made sweet garlic chicken. I hadn’t made it for years and now I made it twice in a week. That’s as it should be. It’s amazingly good. I have a ham steak I will make sweet garlic ham too.
I am giving myself the death by a thousand cuts. I still have a scab on my shin from when I banged it against a low table at my first Met game this year. I have a burn on the middle knuckle of my right hand where I brushed against the heating element in my toaster oven. The big one now is the gash on left index finger where I cut it with a bread knife while cutting a bagel. Strange thing, there was blood all over the place but none on the knife. It took a couple of seconds till I looked at it till it started to bleed. Maybe if I run over a cliff I won’t fall until I look down. I’m not going to experiment to find out.
I love that every day when I look at Facebook and Instagram I find people posting about Hadestown, I’ve never seen a Broadway show get a reaction like that. Friends are coming in from all over to see it. People are seeing it multiple times. It’s not just because it’s great but because it’s personal for us. It’s hometown girl makes good. Anaïs is one of us; part of our community. We’ve known her or known of her for years and now she’s the Belle of Broadway. Her triumph is our triumph. It doesn’t work that way but it feels like it works that way. When Sarah Hughes won the Olympic Figure Skating gold medal every business in Great Neck had her picture in the window. It’s the same thing. I’m sure everyone from Tupelo kvels over Elvis Presley.
It works both ways. Everyone talking about Hadestown increases our sense of community, our sense of belonging. If I didn’t love it I’d be feeling alienated now, and I’m sure I have friends that don’t and feel that way. I hate when everyone goes gaga over something I think isn’t special. But this time, I’m lucky, it’s very special.
Being me, I have to ask if Hadestown has reach the acme of my musical pantheon purely on its merits or if it’s because I love Anaïs, or even because it makes me shine by reflected light? I can ask those things but I think it’s putting the cart before the horse. Hadestown is so exactly in my wheelhouse that it’s part of why I love Anaïs. I enjoyed the show as much as I enjoyed Sweeney Todd or Fiddler on the Roof. More than I’ve enjoyed any musical in ages. I haven’t seen Hamilton yet so that comparison remains untested. Based on the music it’s the best musical I have never seen.
Today’s agenda is therapy then the first Sunset Singing Circle. Want to sing songs, have fun, and feel community? Come join me tonight at Wagner Park at 7:00 while Terre Roche leads us in song. Dark Skies says there is a 0% chance of rain at 7.
Wise Madness 