Monday, June 26, 2017

Winter White to Summer Bright at the Met

As I reflect on the Met Opera season just passed (See The Last Curtain Call), all sorts of things come to mind from the expected (great singing from solo artists and the incomparable chorus, great musicianship from the brilliant orchestra) to the unexpected (discovering young voices that I instantly know are destined for greatness).  At the close of every opera season, I am overwhelmed by a feeling of gratitude that Dan and I were able to experience it all and that, the Good Lord willin’ and the creek don’t rise, we will be able to do it all again starting in the fall. 

Dancer Tommy Tune elegant in black wearing his signature black glasses

I am a discreet but incurable people watcher, and the opera house is a great place to see an amazing array of the species from celebrities and the perfectly coiffed New York dowager, Hermès scarf draped casually around her well tailored dinner suit, to the young student in rumpled blue jeans who can barely afford standing room.  He queued up early that morning to get one of the limited number of standing room tickets and is thrilled just to be there.  I have a soft spot in my heart for him.  My late brother was one of those student standees many years ago. 


Sunday, June 11, 2017

Belladonna Eyes

You may remember my recent visit to my highly talkative, slightly eccentric eye doctor during which we discussed his checkered dating history and current plan to “recycle” old girlfriends (See “Love Recycled -- Can You Move Forward by Going Back?”).  We did, of course, eventually get around to talking about my eyes.  The good news is that my cataracts are no worse; the bad news is that my eyesight is.  No longer will I be able to get away with drugstore cheaters.  I need honest-to-goodness prescription glasses now, just like I did when I was a child. 

And Your Point Is?

Of course, I only need to wear them if I want to read, which means I don’t have to wear them all the time.......for now.  At least that’s what I keep telling myself.  And, of course, my distance vision is no longer what it was.  What is?  Oh well….

As I put on my sunglasses to leave, I mention how I always hate the look of those black, dilated eyes when I leave his office.  He laughs and says, “During the Renaissance, women put drops in their eyes to get that look.  It was considered beautiful.  Haven’t you ever heard of ‘Belladonna’?” 

Monday, June 5, 2017

Linda's Book Launch

If you are in the Sierra Madre area of California this Saturday, the 10th, don’t miss a very special event at the local Sierra Madre Library.

At 2:00 pm, my brilliantly talented blogger friend and writer extraordinaire, Linda LaRoche, will discuss and sign her new novel, Dust Unto Shadow.