Tuesday, January 14, 2020

Church on Sunday

On Sunday we went to the Van Wezel, a big purple performance venue in Sarasota. 
The first time I saw it, I wondered what would possess someone to create basically a massive plum on the ocean, but I’ve since learned that it’s celebrating its 50th anniversary this year. 
That explains it all.
 It was the 1970s.

          Regardless of the color, we’ve seen some excellent shows. Sarasota is a pretty fancy town, with some high-end entertainment, and the performance we saw on Sunday was worthy of Broadway.

 Sunday’s play was The Book of Mormon. I wondered at first how it would go; how offensive would a satire about the Church of Latter Day Saints be to them? As it turned out, it was very funny, and even though the language was pretty blue, it was mostly just sort of a friendly elbow-in-the-ribs to the Mormon church.

          The dichotomy of a story about a church filled with the F word and scatological references was epitomized by the two women who sat in front of me,

 one who looked like a good-times gal who’d just wandered in from the beach, 

and the second her more straight-laced neighbor.  

Thursday, January 9, 2020

Sheer Joy

Sometimes you see something so delightful it just leaves you standing there with a silly smile on your face.

Tuesday, January 7, 2020

New Foot Forward

          When we moved from our baseboard-heated house to our forced-hot air-condo I didn’t notice all that much difference in heat source, other than the fact that we were now using gas as opposed to oil, at about 1/3 of the cost.

Monday, December 30, 2019

Musings on life in the commune

A neighbor in Florida who was on the condo board had a palm tree removed last year because it was blocking her view.

Friday, December 27, 2019

Saturday, December 21, 2019

Nest Moves

     I started a book the other day in which a woman wanders through her house staring morosely into the empty bedrooms where her now-grown kids grew up. Since I don’t enjoy importing other people’s misery into my brain, I hot-footed it back to the library to exchange it for a nice murder mystery.