Monday, June 25, 2007

 

Quickly! We Must Defend The Disco!


If you do plan on spending some time in Utah this summer (and it's a great place to spend some time), I would recommend seeing Coriolanus at the Utah Shakespeare Festival in Cedar City. They do a pretty good job of it, although the mannerisms of Aufidius and the Volscians made it seem like they were defending Provincetown rather than Corioli, a bastion against Rome until this defeat.

Cedar City is a wonderful little town, and the theater has amazing acoustics. The story is compelling, too-- it involves the Roman, Martius, who becomes Coriolanus after defeating the Volscians (fittingly, he is rewarded with a "Garland," which is what you would probably get if you defeated Provincetown, too). His undoing is his pride, as he is unable to present himself humbly before the working citizens of Rome.


Shakespeare was big on the problems of pride and the virtue of humility, something we all need to relearn now and then, including me. Of course, with this haircut it is easy to be humble.

Comments:
Did you just go to Cedar City, or are these photos from an earlier trip?
 
that tree looks an awful lot like Iplaw....

Osler I still have not seen your new hair. How bad can it be? I am sorry if you are all mad at me because i have not been posting I am adjusting to working Spencer likes camp at the Y thought today he came home covered in sloppy joes. They give them lunch each day and snacks. Spencer is making new friends, he likes it there. I like my new job and i am learning all about all the different lights you can get to shine onto your house at night. that is my new job I work as admin assistant to Matt, my neighbor. He has a co that installs outdoor lights onto people's houses and he owns the franchise for Portland. He needs the business to grow and to be more organized all all of this and I am helping him with this. I really love learning about the lights and how cool they make people's houses look, and Matt is great. We have been friends with his family since we moved in It is like a circus at his house with his wife and FOUR kids, all under the age of 7 and three cats. The office is in his Master bedroom. it seems weird but I love it. Kids are yelling and jumping all over the house One kitten, Max, always sleeps on the desk, the other on the bed behind me. It sounds so weird but I really really love it. I love how I hear four kids going insane and I do not have to do one thing about it. I love the kittens, the kids, the craziness of it all. the job is fun too. I do different stuff every day sometimes I sell, sometimes mailing stuff, sometimes entering invoices.

It is challenging but not in a stressful way and the hours are great and its right in my old neighborhood. In the mornings I get up early and get ready and drive there in my small easy to drive Toyota, hit the drive thru espresso place and head to Matt's and for like 5 hours I do not have to think about insurance companies, houses, utilities, tortfeasors, builders, claim lists, dumpsters or BiPolar babysitters.

I feel almost like a real person again. I am back to more of being myself and it took a LOOOONG time. Before the house exploded, there was the remodel, before that I had elective surgery and before that my Dad died and it has been this INSANE time. In between all of that was the Seven habits guy and the nerds, and the subsequent job search.

I am back to the "normal" life, you know? The regular stuff: grocery lists and laundry and what's for dinner and what should I make with all of these rotting bananas? I need to make banana bread and of course I could not find my loaf pan but in the scheme of things this is not a tragedy. Not in love with the French Countryside snooty type of neighborhood we`are renting in - this yuppieville with all of the fake tudors and the fake chateaus and the crazy old ladies and all of the kids named Ashton and Haley and Taylor and Mackenzie, but then I grew up in GP. I can handle these nuts for a year.

Habib and I are going to max out my new kitchen and bath and I love my job, and my kid is weird but aren't they all? and my husband is a luthier, but he is happy so I guess things are turning out okay after a bunch of DRAMA.
 
I'm not nearly as gnarled.... yet.
 
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