Rocky Horror, New Hope

A week or two before my trip, we decided to get tickets to a play.  Michelle chose one of the movies that I have memorized.  We decided to go to the Sunday matinee.

We were among the youngest in the theater.  I guess that’s what we get for choosing the matinee. 

The drink menu was entertaining.  I chose dammit Janet.  Shirley Temple and vodka.We got a goodie bag in our seats. 
We couldn’t take photos inside, other than at the very end.  I hope Michelle posts some of those.  Video, too.

After the show, we found a bookstore. 

We passed a few things, looking for a place to have dinner.The sign on the bathroom door.Happy hour!  Mine is the blackberry basil drink.Fries with gorgonzola and bacon jam.My shrimp scampi with rice noodles.
And, Michelle’s cauliflower tacos in the background.

We went back and slept.  The rain did us in, too.  

Flo Rida TLC and Nelly

My friend wanted to go to a concert, and I agreed to go with her.  I had a good time, and I took clips of some of the songs.  I spent almost 4 hours on my feet, dancing.  I met my fitbit step goal, and then surpassed it by the time I got back to my car.  I was exhausted the next day, since I am not used to being out so late.

Drag Queen Story Hour

drag queen story hour

The above article talks about the backlash that Drag Queen Story Hour has received.  I love the idea of the drag queens reading to the children.  I think it teaches the kids acceptance, and that not everyone is the same.

I am sad that so many protesters showed up at the events.  I guess that I am more open minded that a lot of other parts of the country, since I grew up in the wonderfully accepting Bay Area.  I learned early on that it takes all kinds and that each kind is needed and wanted.

 

At the gym… Fitbit and other challenges

Today’s goal was to hit the gym.  I wanted to swim, but I was just too blah when I got there.  I had to change the billing card on the membership, so I had to go.  I ended up on the treadmill for a short while, trying to catch up on my fitbit steps.  I stayed on the treadmill until my foot started to hurt.  I didn’t even make it a half a mile on the darn thing, but I met my goal.  I went to the gym.  Baby steps.  I also got some of my audiobook, A Tree Grows in Brooklyn, done.  I have about 4 hours left in it, and it’s due back on Wednesday.  Hopefully, I’ll make it.  The bookclub for that one isn’t until mid-July, so I can afford a little time on the waiting list, again.

My other goal was to find my shower bag for the gym, so I can actually swim before work.  Found it!

I was supposed to go to the pharmacy and to the post office, too.  I only made it to the post office.  I forgot about the pharmacy.  Hopefully, I’ll make it tomorrow, or one of my kids will.

My swim bag is packed for tomorrow, except for socks.  Best laid plans…

The garbage, recycling, and compost are out.  We only had one minor incident there, involving a man walking by and ogling my daughter.  The dogs took offense, and the man went off screaming.  They are just noisy dogs.  The guy didn’t know they are big chickens and their barks are worse than their bites.  At least the dogs keep it interesting around here.

 

Wicked movie 2021

(Wicked movie link on Variety)

I am so excited that the Wicked movie is coming out.  I haven’t read the book, but I have seen the play and hope to see it again this Fall.  It looks like it hasn’t been cast yet, but will be soon.  It’ll be an eternity before it’s released, it seems.

I was kind of disappointed to hear that Cats will be coming out as a movie.  I believe it should stick with the stage, but I’ll be happy to proven wrong by a wonderful movie.  It was based on a book of poetry, so the storyline is kind of iffy, anyhow.

Wrapping up March

It’s been an exhausting couple of weeks. The last few days have been truly exhausting.

Yesterday was the funeral for my dad. The night before, two of my kids’ friends spent the night to make the morning less crazy. I suddenly realized the night before that I’d have to deal with breakfast.

I cooked eggs with cheese, pasta, and English muffins. I group texted the kids who were still getting dressed. I asked them which items they wanted. My favorite answer was “both.” I think they weren’t awake yet.

We headed out to the church. Of course there was street cleaning that morning, so parking was bad. My little car was difficult, but parked legally. My kids were behind me, so they had more trouble finding a spot. They ended up parking in the street cleaning spots, and hoping we’d be out in time to get to the car before the meter maid. (They were)

I have a huge family, so there were many extended family members at the funeral. I stopped to chat with one group on the walk from my car. My cousin arrived and apologized for making us wait. I explained that she didn’t and that I was gearing up before I had to talk to people. They were not insulted that I informed them that they didn’t count as people, thankfully.

My daughter had asked me to bring the lint roller in from the car. I was talking, of course, and my daughter pulled the roller from my bag with me barely registering that she was doing it. Suddenly, while I was talking to a cousin, I realized that my bag was open. I hadn’t realized yet that I was holding the lint roller, greeting people. My cousin noticed and took it from me. I realized, after a while, that she was standing there greeting people with the lint roller in her hand. I took it back and put in in my bag. We agreed that it was a mom thing. We don’t really notice when your child hands you things. The dirty tissues in my pockets after the service were proof of that, too.

We were told that we weren’t having altar servers. But suddenly the gentleman from the mortuary brought me some envelopes and told me that there would be three altar servers and we needed to tip them. Great. I didn’t have cash and I had no idea how much to tip them. My cousin’s wife arrived and I sent her to find out from my mom how much to tip. I was looking around to see who I could borrow money from. My cousin from Chicago offered, but we don’t see her often, so it would be difficult to get the money back to her. I asked my aunt, who had cash in the car several blocks away. Not helpful. My cousin’s wife shook down her brother-in-law to come up with the balance that she didn’t have in her wallet. My uncle heard about it and paid everyone back, so now we owed him the money. He was not worried about it.

We were asked to be seated, and the priest came up to tell us that the guitarist didn’t know that he was supposed to be at the service. No one from the mortuary scheduled him he said. We started the ceremony and it was very quiet. Suddenly, two women jumped in and set up a microphone and one started playing the piano. The other started singing Ave Maria. It was unexpected but appreciated.

We finished up the services and went on the reception.  There were so many people there, I didn’t get to talk to everyone.   These photos were taken before many of the people arrived.

So, as I was driving to work today, I thought that it was a good thing that my mom cancelled the bagpipes, otherwise we might have gotten a very strange rendition of Ave Maria. I know it’s been done, but it’s not really a great version.