It is after 2:30 am EST on November 15, so in throey I am now 65 years old. But there’s a catch:
Though I was born at about 2:30 am on November 15, back in 1975 I flew across the International Dateline to Thailand, which made me lose a day. In 1977 I continued across the planet, never re-crossing the dateline, never reclaiming that lost day. So am I a year older today (11/15), or tomorrow (11/16)?
It was a busy day. I was up at 7:30 and dressed by 8, because Best Buy was supposed to deliver the freezer between 8:30 and 10:30.
10:30 came and went, and as I was picking up the phone to call BB, it rang, and the driver said he would be there in 3 minutes.
10 minutes later two guys and a truck showed up. They unpacked it out on the street, and used this double strap thing which went under the machine and made for a carrying device for two. They carried it up the steps and into the kitchen, plugged it in, adjusted the legs and were on their way by 11.
It fit through the door with a couple of inches to spare.
I watched some TV, played online, and finally pulled out the vacuum and cleaned up the porch before hauling the rocker and the table back up there.
And then I put the kitchen table & chairs back in place.
2 pm there was a lecture at the library on planning a drought tolerant garden. Between the early wake-up this morning and the talk not having much at all of interest to me, I started nodding off several times. There were a couple of suggestions for how to protect newly-planted plants, but her talk was for people with big plots of land, and her suggestions on what to plant did not strike me as very attractive.
But I did have plans to do some gardening, and stopped by Lowe’s on the way home to buy two big bags of dirt. I wanted to buy some herb plants, but they have completely done away with that section, it is now bare, and I think the idea is to put Christmas stuff in there, because the rest of the store is all about Jesus Day, and the part of the garden section right next to the main store already is full of that merch. Disgusting.
Had time to watch some football, but then it was off to Sunnyvale Community Players to see Evita.
There had been some PR on how this was a “re-imagined” version.
I was there at 7:15, got my ticket, but they made us wait outside till 7:30, and the house didn’t open for another 10 minutes. On entering, there was a sheet hung from a set piece at the back of the stage, on which was a projection of a story which took about 6 slides to show. It was looping. In a nutshell, the director decided that instead of telling the story as written, he was going to be all about 26 years later, when the coup rounded up all the Peronistas and sent them to jail, or never to be seen again. And we will tell this story as if these prisoners are watching the movie on the prison screen, and re-enact it themselves. Which is how Man of La Mancha basically works.
Except the set doesn’t look like a prison, nor are the people in prison garb, except for the guy singing Che’s part, who is in a uniform which fits him well but looks more like a USMC dress uniform without insignia.
In a nutshell, it was horrible. It totally destroyed the effectiveness of the story. Songs were out of order, some sung by the wrong characters. The orchestra was horribly out of tune and sometimes out of rhythm.
There were 5 people I know in the show, Che, Peron, and three of the ensemble. The ensemble people were completely wasted , but Che, Peron, Evita and Peron’s mistress all sang great, and made the show good enough to not walk out on.
The set sucked, it was just two rolling stair ladders, some chairs and some minimalistic slap-on pieces. Ludicrous prop – in place of the classic standing mike, they put a broom handle in a bucket, and tied an egg beater to the top upside-down. As if a prisoner can find an egg beater.
On the way home, to celebrate the freezer and the birthday, I stopped off at the supermarket and bought some egg nog and an ice cream cake. And a German chocolate cake. If I find one tomorrow, I’ll get a Black Forest cake, and put the
German chocolate cake in the freezer.
Plans for tomorrow:
- Find a nursery, buy some oregano and thyme plants
- Shovel out the redwood chips and dump in the store-bought dirt
- Plant stuff
- 1 pm pick up Janice and take us to Palo Alto Players’ Clyborne Park. I don’t know any of the cast personally, but have seen the leading lady in 3 other shows, and she is worth full price.
- Eat cake. Drink egg nog. Take out the garbage.