On the off chance that you plan to see a play by a Canadian playwright named Norm Foster about four ladies playing golf, you might want to skip the last part of this entry, because I'm going to talk about the play and reveal secrets. It's called "The Ladies Foursome." Unless you live in Sacramento (where the play is making its American debut this week), I think the possibility of coming across this play soon is slim, but I didn't want to be accused of spoiling anything for anyone.
But my day started long before the play.
Today was Jeri and Phil's last day here. As I write this, they are in the air winging their way back to Boston. It's always a bittersweet time when they leave, but this time not so much bitter, as we will be visiting them soon...and I'll get the chance to meet a couple of internet friends as well, so I'm excited about our upcoming trip to Boston.
We didn't see all that much of them today, actually. After breakfast, they had errands to run. They took Sheila and Lizzie for a long walk. They took the borrowed cello back to the guy who loaned it and then went for one final visit with my mother. Yesterday, while I had the car on the other side of the state having lunch with the Pinata ladies, they, along with Ned, packed a picnic lunch and had it with my mother in her apartment.
Today when they got to Atria she was already eating lunch, so they waited around and then had ice cream and a visit with her. Tomorrow I'll go over to bring her her pills for next week and pick up her laundry. She certainly has had a busy week...and on Thursday Peach and her husband fly in for a week. We won't see a lot of them, but will see them a couple of times, at least. I know my mother has been looking forward to that, as have I.
While Jeri and Phil were gone, I got snips of Emmy commentary from The Today Show, which I had recorded, turning off the TV when I heard them coming in the house. I also watched the latest Top Chef and a couple of regular programs that had recorded during the week. I think that other than one Jeopardy broadcst, I managed not to subject them to any TV while here. Quite an accomplishment for someone who almost never turns off the set.
Their plane left late and under normal circumstances, we would have driven them to the airport, but I had the play to review, so they went to Bay Area by train, having the opportunity to have dinner with their friend Greg, whom they had not had a chance to see while here, since he was working in San Francisco.
As for us, there was no time for dinner, so we just headed off to Sacramento. As we came to I-80 and saw how backed up the traffic was, we were sure we would not make it to the theater in time for the curtain (6:30), but Walt took back roads through town and around the freeway and we got there with a good 5+ minutes to spare.
The show is a very funny comedy, but with moments of poignancy and I found it compelling because of our lunch yesterday. These are three women who have been playing golf together every week for 14 years. They are there following the funeral of their friend who made the fourth in the group. She was killed by lightning and in her place a friend of hers whom none of the other three know is joining the group for this last game.
The one-liners fly fast and furious as the women discuss life, love, men, sex, careers and everything but golf. Surprises, secrets and confessions come to the surface, anger builds, explodes and dissipates during the game. The big "reveal" was something I figured out early in Act 1 -- their dead friend was really lesbian, only I thought the woman joining the game had been her lover, and she had not, but she had met the woman's partner over the 12 years they came once a year to stay at the lodge she runs.
But these "best friends" begin to discover that though they have been close for so many years, "everybody has secrets" and they really know little about their friends' deepest darkest secrets, their turmoil and their troubles.
It made me think about our lunch group yesterday and how we have all been such good friends for more than 50 years and have shared births, deaths, and some of life's traumas, but not all. For example, one in our group has been dealing with a relative's impending death from cancer, and had kept it a secret until yesterday. As close as we feel to each other, how much do we really know about each other, when we really only see each other 2 or 3 times a year (of course Char and I have a better chance, since we travel together).
The ladies of the Foursome left the stage with a slightly better understanding of each other's hidden truths, and a determination to make a better attempt at really being best friends from there on.
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