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31 January 2006
OK--I'm a few days early for the official groundhog day, but isn't that the day when the groundhog comes out of its cave, checks the air and decides whether he's going to hibernate for another six weeks or whether it's ok to come back to life again? Or something like that?
I feel like a groundhog who has stuck her nose out and decided that the many weeks of the winter of my discontent are coming to an end and it's time to get back into life. Or at least it seems like that.
After months of hibernating, through spring and summer and fall and winter, the past week has been a sign that it's time to come back to life.
It started with our 1½ day wine trip. It was fun being out among all of our friends again and I enjoyed myself. It was also fun seeing how excited Sheila was at being out and about again at the dog kennel too.
The next night I reviewed Little Shop of Horrors, the touring Broadway production. It was one of those productions where the review had to appear the next morning, so I was up until the wee small hours of the morning, when I finally got the review written.
The night after that it was Alan Ayckbourn's Relatively Speaking on the Delta King paddlewheeler on the Sacramento River. I love Alan Ayckbourn and was pleased to see that Capital Theatre was doing one of his works. This is not a theatre that I review regularly, so I wasn't sure I would get the go-ahead to do the show, but there was a Davis connection, so I did--and the play was delightful
On Friday, I took Sheila with me while I ran errands. I went to the newspaper office to pick up photos and to write a photo caption for the Relatively Speaking photo.
After the newspaper office, Sheila and I stopped by the dog park. I am on a Yahoo group for the dog park people and read, Yeahhhh! We are open and sunny (for the moment) but that's good enough for me! We checked it out and there were a handful of dogs gamboling about on the grass, the swamp area was fenced off, and all the dogs just had a great time. Sheila ran all over the place, herded all the other dogs, chased balls (but never caught any), wore herself out and hardly moved when I left her in the car while I did some shopping at Long's.
That night we dropped in on a party for Joan's 75th birthday. Joan is my on-line Scrabble buddy and I had made a special framed picture for her.
We were only able to stay for half an hour since I was reviewing Macbeth at the university that night--but I did have to drop off the gift (which I didn't stay to see her open. Better to have her open it when I wasn't around.)
Saturday was a rainy, gloomy day, so the perfect day to "celebrate"? "commemorate"? Paul's birthday. Since we had other dinner plans, we did not go out for sushi this year, but we took flowers out to the cemetery. Walt picked up yellow flowers "because they are 'Happy' colored" (referring to the "Happy face" doll that was the "ring bearer" at Paul and Audra's wedding)
Saturday night it was dinner with the Ex Techs again, at the home of the former Technical Director, Stephen, and his wife Barbara. We just had dinner with half of this group last weekend at Buca di Beppo, but this was the full group and always such fun. Over a gourmet dinner we had a lively debate about the virtues of Costco vs. WalMart, about the child of immigrant parents who returns to Sicily and gets a hero's welcome, and we tried to list every movie that was set in San Francisco. For starters.
Sunday it was another party, back near Oakland again, to celebrate the 65th birthday of our college friend Concetta, a party put on by her children. I was up until 2 a.m. Saturday night trying to make Paula Deen's shrimp salad as my contribution to the pot luck dinner.
The party was nice and involved taking the traditional group picture of all of the "second generation" "kids" who were there (there are 22 second generation kids in all, and it's been a very long time since the surviving 19 were ALL together.)
Coming up for me in the next week is an interview for a feature story I'm doing, reviewing a dance performance and reviewing a production of Amadeus.
There is no time to hibernate. I haven't seen my shadow, so I guess there are no more weeks left of the winter of my discontent and it's time to get on with the springtime of life again.
This year both Groundhog Day and the State of
the Union address occur on the same day. As Air America Radio has pointed out,
"It is an ironic juxtaposition of events: one involves a meaningless ritual in
which we look to a creature of little intelligence for prognostication, while the other
involves a groundhog."
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