Short days

It’s 3:30pm and already the sky that has been grey all day is darkening.  It was dull and frosty as I walked to the rec. centre this morning at 8:00.  When Lusia and I left there at about 10:30 after our sauna, swim, steam bath and scrub, slush was dropping from the sky.  For the first time we didn’t look at each other, take in a deep breath and say, “That feels good.”   Because it didn’t.  It was cold and wet and the sidewalk was so slippery we had to shuffle like geishas to keep from falling.  As we drank our Americanos things dried up a bit and the hit of caffeine raised my spirits, so the walk home was fine, not too pleasant, but I’d rather be here than in Buffalo at the moment.   And all things considered, I think I’d rather be here than in Philadelphia too. 

I went to a very funny production of “The Barber of Seville” (live from the Met) at the Cineplex last Saturday morning.  Isabel Leonard who played Rosina and Christopher Maltman who was Figaro were really funny.  The sets, costumes and timing were wonderful.  As soon as the crowds die down I’m going to go back to the Cineplex to see Mockingjay-Part 1.  I saw the “Hunger Games” at Jay’s and really liked them.  Jennifer Lawrence is always worth watching.  I loved her in “American Hustle”.  I’m reading A Year in the Life of William Shakespeare 1599  by James Shapiro.  It’s Al’s book.  He gave it to me, or I ‘borrowed’ it ages ago and started to read it but didn’t finish.  I’m starting again because I’ve forgotten most of what I read.  It’s very detailed but goes well with my project, which I haven’t worked on in ages either but which I’m back to in this inclement weather, trying to organize all the quotations I marked when I reread Shakespeare’s plays in the year or 2 after Jim died.

It’s 4:10 and dark.  Time to turn on the lights and think about dinner.

Part of the Japanese Garden in Polson Park that I walked through on my way to the Cineplex on Saturday.