Half a Social Butterfly

Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire, vol 1 p. 560

184.7 miles

cold and sunny

 

371 recordings of 30 types, 4 old SVU and 21 old Chicago PD; 23% clear.

 

I had planned to write this yesterday, as a summary of my full social life, but in the end my social life wasn't as full as I thought it would be.  The 4th was the 6th anniversary of Rich's death and that rather overshadowed a couple of things. 

 

However, Wednesday (the 1st) I met Bernadette over at the Mondavi center in Davis to see the Reduced Shakespeare Company. We had really good seats since they upgraded me from the balcony to row S on the ground floor. (I suspect they had a school group upstairs and needed the room, and I lucked out.)  The show was very funny, though loud and fast paced and I missed a lot. However, knowing more about Shakespeare than I used to, I did catch more than I would have another year. 

 

Then Thursday's activity was a one-time only filming of "I'll Push You" which was a fundraiser for the MDA and about a couple of friends who did the Camino, one in a wheelchair. I invited Laurie. It was great, and she was very excited about it.  

 

Friday I was planning to go to see "Blithe Spirit" at a new theater company in Citrus Heights, but after the Renaissance movie (Time After Time) I really just wanted to stay home.  They're apparently in trouble, as ticket prices have been slashed in half. The next show is the same thing I saw with Reduced Shakespeare, but I may do it anyway, just to see them, and support them, and also to see if I pick up more of the jokes.

 

Saturday I went to the Widowed Person's Breakfast and stopped at Trader Joe's to pick up Spanish cheese and crackers. However, I had already decided I probably wasn't going to the Camino Welcome Back potluck. Yesterday I saw the pictures, and I'm very glad indeed I didn't go. There were at least 50 people there, and I was in no mood for people-ing.  Laurie called in the afternoon, after our rain (only an hour, they'd promised all day!) and told me to take a walk. It made sense to me, and I did, and did feel a bit better.  

 

Meanwhile, though, the dog got into the kitty litter. Grumble. After I swept up the mess I dropped the dustpan onto my toe, and today I have a doozy of a bruise. I don't think it's broken, though.

 

I took another, longer walk, yesterday. Today the cleaners are coming, so I can't go walking, unless they're really early.