Cedar City
Vacations are not for coming home rested and dreamy. You should skid into the driveway disheveled, exhausted, full of good food, broke, exclaiming, "Man, what a ride!" I just got back from the annual Utah Shakespearean Festival trek. The inn was fabulous, and I got to stay in "Enchanted Memories," my favorite room with an amazing bath (in which I indulged twice. Jacuzzi tub. Candles. Book. Oh, yeah.) Saw my old department head Ken Zeeman. He was there to see Othello. Sold my innkeeper on an Electra Townie bicycle (heaven on wheels). Rachel learned to ride a bike. Ate way too much wonderful food. Saw all the plays. Rode my bike. Missed doing several things. It's like there gets to be less and less time every year. I don't know if that's because we find more and more to do or what. I love "Cyrano de Bergerac". Wonderful show. The language is so beautiful, and you have to love a guy who has enough point control to put his rapier up his opponent's nose! Two Gentlemen of Verona had Brian Vaughn in the role that interacted with the dog. He pulled it off, of course. The dog was cute. He also had a bit during intermission, cleaning up what was left over from act I. It was hysterical. Fiddler was good, but not exceptional. School for wives had us laughing out loud, as did Shrew. I had a hard time with Othello. At one point I really wanted Iago to just shut up, and he kept blathering. Grr.
I am supposed to be working in the garage, but I have three dogs sleeping on my chair and one at my feet. I don't know where the funny-looking dog is. Probably in the music room sleeping on a chair. I know I should want to work, but I don't. I'll get on it later.
I am supposed to be working in the garage, but I have three dogs sleeping on my chair and one at my feet. I don't know where the funny-looking dog is. Probably in the music room sleeping on a chair. I know I should want to work, but I don't. I'll get on it later.