Rude Awakening

 

Tomorrow we’ll be listening as someone sings a thought we’ve all had – ‘If I were a rich man. . .’

We’ll be at the Asolo Repertory Theatre in Sarasota for our last play before we return to Massachusetts. 

Sitting on the grounds of the Ringling Museum, it’s lovely, an 18^th century Italian-style theater staging Broadway hits, little-known productions, and classics.

Somehow I’ve lived this long without seeing Fiddler on the Roof in any form, outside of snippets here and there. I’m looking forward to the music, the drama, and the costumes.

However, with both my kids marryied into the Jewish faith, and our five Jewish grandchildren, I was unsettled at the before-you-arrive email I received from the theater:

 

 

Your safety and comfort are our highest priority. In consultation with leaders in the local Jewish community and other theaters that have recently produced Fiddler on the Roof, we have arranged for uniformed security personnel to be present at all performances.

 

This is entirely a precautionary measure and we want you to arrive feeling informed and at ease.

 

Duty Done!

           Our next door neighbors here are so close that our porches sit side-by-side. We’re outwardly friendly, but like the big ole hypocrites we are, we avoid them with dodges and weaves worthy of any prizefighter in the ring.

Morning Constitutional

 

Another stroll around our quiet (especially now that many of us snowbirds have left) complex once again provided some unexpected sights.

Shameless or Brilliant Marketing?

 

As we were leaving the beach the other day, I noticed something that at first seemed out of context, but then realized it was perfectly placed. 

A Little Free Library

Disasters in Clay

Because last year we’d enjoyed our maiden voyage into the land of clay, my friend Ann and I returned to the Venice art center for another pottery class. Neither one of us lays any claim to artistic ability, but this seemed like something even we could do.

Beach morning

Today being about as perfect as a day can get, we decided to do breakfast on the beach. 

Rainy Day

 

Nothing gladdens the heart in the middle of a drought like a good rainstorm. Our totally fake ponds, not spring-fed, were looking very low. In fact, it’s been so dry this year that one of them has grassed over and will need mowing before long.