Saturday, August 16, 2008
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“Here we are, Socrates, true to our agreement of yesteray…”
Well, maybe. Sophia told her mother “I’ll read any book you give me.” So Angela handed her this and said “have at it.”
She read for a while then picked up a Carl Sagan book that she carried around for 3 days.
If I ever learn to use our camera it will be a miricle. It drives me crazy, plus I never have on my glasses when I shoot and I can’t read anything on it. Squint and it looks pretty good.
When Darrin told me Griffin was playing football I about had a heart attack. I said “he’s so skinny, they’ll murder him”.
D said “he’s the second fastest on the team, they’ll have to catch him first.”
Griffin got a buzz-cut. He says it fits better under his football helmet. Yes. Football. Check it out.
Had a nice birthday. Lots of flowers, phone calls, singing (see Julien’s performance) and lolling about. Gerry worked on some picture frames for me. We went out to dinner at Cucina24. The wine and appetizers were great, the meal only so-so unfortunately. Dessert made up for it. We walked around town a bit, drove up to Longchamps to see the sidewalk project and then came home to drink champagne and watch olympics.
I was just reading some news on the net and saw this ad for Equus, with little Harry Potter. Not so little. The photoshopped image is so eerie and perfect it just stopped me in my tracks. That play brings back sooooo many memories. Ardmore Little Theatre, Ed Cook, the proverbial good old days. EC was taking some sort of post-grad course at OU and co-directed and also portrayed one of the “horses” in their production of Equus circa 1976–77 (?). We drove up to see it and had one of those magical theater evenings.
He was so proud of the production, the hoof devices they wore, appearing half naked on stage. EC was big into shock at that time. He wanted to be cutting edge. Alas, he became a statistic in the AIDS scourge and never got a chance to fulfill his dreams.
Melange, a great word and also the name of the little boutique art supply/oddities shop where I took painting lessons a zillion years ago…in Ardmore.
Well. That little time trip made my head hurt. Could be the champagne.