Yesterday I went to see a performance out in the woods in the hills on the peninsula. The day before had been so warm, I only brought a light sweater. Luckily, “B” had been the year before and remembered the fickle weather before he left his house. He was thoughtful enough to bring the sweatshirt I’d left in the amb on the return from Black Rock. And, to top it off, he’d washed it for me! So I had a clean warm sweatshirt to cuddle up in as we watched five one act plays written by David Ives.

I loved how we moved from one stage area to another for each piece. I think it created more of a separation between them. I find, when they’re all on the same stage, I try to make connections between the characters and pieces. “Oh, this must be that last one’s brother,” for example.

There was one piece with two people meeting in a coffee shop. Each time one or the other said something which turned the other off, they would ding a bell, back up, and start over from earlier in the conversation. It was really funny.

Then last night I went to see Trout Fishing In America, one of my favourite hard to describe bands from my college days. I brought Stone along with me and she loved them, too.

I went to buy a CD and realized I had all the grown up CDs… not that there’s anything a child “shouldn’t” listen to, but they’re just not child oriented. Ezra suggested I buy the Christmas CD so I followed his suggestion. We chatted about D/FW and places they’ve played there and where I used to go see them. I think he thought I was younger than I am (I suppose I’m supposed to be flattered by that at my age), and mentioned a few places and celebrations at my university which I’d never heard of. He and Keith signed my CD and Ezra handed it back to me, “There you go.”

To which I replied, “What do I owe you for it?”

He laughed and thanked me for reminding him.

It was a great show and I wish Acrobat, et al. could have made it. TFIA play so rarely out this way.

All in all a fantastic performance filled day.