Teal We Meet Again

Teal We Meet Again

Anne cut and dyed her hair blue. Just in time for Valentine’s. It looks nice but still leaves me strangely unsettled. Wayback when we first moved to the Lou, we went to the Muny, short for municipal opera. It is a huge outdoor amphitheater in the center of Forest Park that routinely exposes its audience to our sweltering summer weather. What cooling there is, is supplied by airplane props pointed towards the sky. The noise that they made limited their use to only intermission, leaving us to sweat during the shows. Now they have more quiet, modern fans. Anyway, into this environment we went and were met by the blue haired old ladies. These were old grannies who had held their seats for years. Their hair coloring was more subtle than Anne’s, more of a sheen off of their otherwise white hair than an actual coloration. Anne’s is dynamic and makes a statement.

Primary Trust

Primary Trust by Eboni Booth

Winner of the 2024 Pulitzer Prize for Drama, Eboni Booth’s heartwarming play, Primary Trust offers up a modern, tiki-lit homage to slices of Americana. Kenneth’s predictable life—Mai Tais at his favorite bar, Wally’s, and a steady job at a local bookstore—unravels, forcing him to confront a childhood loss amid the uncertainties of adulthood. With guidance from an imaginary friend, a kind waitress, and a splash of liquid courage, he discovers that trust, love, and friendship—much like the perfect Mai Tai—are best mixed in unexpected ways.

Mai-Tai

Primary Trust is about Kenneth dealing with change—his only job, ever is going away. When you first walk in, you are immersed in his upside-down world—quite literally. The set itself appears upside down, a creative decision meant to mirror the main character’s turmoil. Kenneth doesn’t really know how he fits in this world. He’s dealing with trauma and trying to figure out how to heal. His coping mechanisms—including relying on an imaginary friend, Bert—seem strange, but as his story is told, you see the deep roots of his emotional survival.

Primary Trust is set in the mythical town of Cranberry, New York, located forty miles east of Rochester. It is a small enough town that everyone knows everyone else, except for Kenneth. That is because his circle of friends is so small. Expanding that circle is the journey that is made in this play. Although the playwright and most of the cast is black and this is Black History month, the play is not really about race. Primary Trust is the name of the bank where Kenneth gets a job after the bookstore closes, but as the name of the play, it signifies the deep level of trust that Kennith needs to develop with other people.

Air Bee ‘N’ Bee

Air Bee ‘N’ Bee

Pictured is MoBot’s Air Bee ‘N’ Bee (aka insect hotel). The hollow tubes provide Shelter and a safe nesting space for native bees and wasps. Most bee species are solitary and do not live in large colonies or produce honey. However, as pollinators, they are critical for the survival of our native plants and allow us to enjoy beautiful flowers and delicious fruits and vegetables in our gardens!

What is insect hotel adjacent? For me, it is my second home in Monterey. The one that I have been trying to sell since July. We have not received a single offer, but we have a prospect. We had a prospect before, but she seems to have slipped the hook. The widow of Hunter S. Thompson, author of gonzo journalist fame, had shown interest. She loved the house. They all do. She wanted to combine the two downstairs bedrooms and even called in a builder to size the job. Then came the New York Times article that announced her bid to reopen an investigation into her husband’s death. Colorado said no to her request, and she has since dropped off our radar, ending a chapter in lifestyles of the rich and famous.

Yesterday, when the realtor called me the thought, “Is Chris alright?” flashed in my head. Nothing like that he has another hot prospect. They are neighbors and have walked by the house admiring it for years. Naturally. They will be making an offer soon. Color me jaded, but it has been a long road already. The white elephant that was my parent’s last house was part of a long line of properties that they have sold. Always trading up, selling the house was always a trial for them.