But first ... Shortly after Jeri and Phil left for Tahoe
yesterday, I got a text from her telling me they had left a bag of peaches
in the outside refrigerator an for us to enjoy them.
We did.
I am becoming a big fan of puff pastry!
However, that doesn't explain T.T.T.
Several years ago, during the Bush Administration, my
friends Joan and Nancy and I -- and a couple of other women -- would get
together periodically for lunch and it always turned into a Bush Bashing
session. In fact, we decided to call ourselves the Bush Bashing Babes
(I think) and started planning Bush Bashing luncheons because they were so
much fun and we could let off a lot of steam that way.
Obama hasn't been terribly good fodder for bashing, so our
group has kind of lapsed in the past 8 years. Oh we still have lunch
together from time to time, but have nothing whatever to grumble at...which
is kind of nice, when you think of it.
Today
we were having lunch to say goodbye to our friend Grainne, who was about to
return to Ireland. Grainne is here so often, I sometimes forget that
she has returned to Ireland because within a few months she will be back.
She comes and house sits for friends when they go on vacation.
She has friends all over Davis and there is even a bench in
Central Park dedicated to her.
So there were six of us gathered together to say goodbye yet
again to Grainne (she will be back in two months).
We had a lovely lunch. My patty melt, on marble rye
bread was really impressive.
We had been eating and chatting and enjoying ourselves when
Nancy suddenly said "Hey! We haven't even talked politics yet."
Well, you can imagine what erupted. So much Trump
Trashing that we decided we can now refer to it as "Trump Trashing Time."
We did a lot of talking and laughing and expressing ire and
amazement at some of the things that come out of that man's mouth.
Grainne shared the opinion of the Irish regarding the Orange One (they think
he's an idiot).
We were still in the midst of Trump Trashing when a woman
came over and said she had been watching us and trying to decide what we
were talking about, because we were having such a good time, but she
couldn't hear what we were saying so she finally decided to come and ask.
I told her we were talking about Donald Trump. In some
of these upscale retirement communities, you do feel a little uncomfortable
saying that because you never know when you are talking with a dyed in the
wool republican, but she said she wished she'd known what we were talking
about because she had a lot to offer herself.
Shortly after that, we broke up and headed home. I
walked with Grainne and our friend Pat, freshly out of the hospital
following a minor stroke, and we said our goodbyes.
It wasn't long after I got home that I got an e-mail from
Nancy with another Trump article and the suggestion that we not wait until
Grainne returns, but we needed to get together in another month for another
Trump Trashing Time. Somehow it just, temporarily eases the depression
over the possibility that Trump could be elected...and the even more
depressing thing about how many truly ugly people this campaign has brought
out of the woodwork, people who have hidden their prejudices for decades in
their homes, but now Trump has given them the courage to dust off their
pointed hats or hate filled signs an parade them on Main street, whooping
and hollering about what they will do to African Americans (they don't call
them that, of course) when Trump is elected.
And whichever way the election turns out, I suspect they
aren't going back into hiding again real soon.
I wonder how the general citizenry of Rome felt as the Roman
empire was falling....
But there are still truly wonderful things in the world and
the production we saw tonight of The Hunchback of Notre Dame is
certainly up there with them. I haven't written my review yet, but I
suspect it will be full of so many superlatives someone will think they paid
me to publicize the show. From the magnificent set to the augmented
chorus that positively filled the theater to the cast, especially
John McGinty, a deaf actor playing Quasimodo who was incredible. He
can speak but not sing and his on stage singing voice Jim Hogan worked
seamlessly with him so that when Quasimodo needed a singing voice (or a
speaking voice for longer speeches) Hogan was there to unobtrusively provide
that voice for him
The the whole production was absolutely fantastic.
Music Circus is one of only three theaters in the country which Disney has
licensed to do this show...and they certainly did the company proud!
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