Toreador, don’t spit on the floor. Please use the cuspidor. That’s what it’s a for.
Tonight is a date night. Anne and I are going to the opera. The Saint Louis Opera Theater is performing ‘Carmen’, Georges Bizet’s classic opera about love and betrayal. It is one of Anne’s favorites and tonight’s performance is a belated birthday present for her. In addition to the opera, we are going out to dinner at the Big Sky Cafe. It should be a fun evening and fortified with coffee at dinner, I plan on staying awake through the entire show. Otherwise, our seats become a very expensive place to take a nap. The following is Wiki’s synopsis of the plot:
The opera, written in the genre of opéra comique with musical numbers separated by dialogue, tells the story of the downfall of Don José, a naive soldier who is seduced by the wiles of the fiery gypsy Carmen. José abandons his childhood sweetheart and deserts from his military duties, yet loses Carmen’s love to the glamorous toreador Escamillo after which José kills her in a jealous rage.
Anne took the day off from working in the bathroom and did what all great home improvers love to do, she went shopping. She didn’t want to tire herself out and then consequently fall asleep during the opera. Besides going to the hardware store and buying things is the reward for doing home improvement, or should I say the pre-ward, since it invariably occurs before the work is done.
Dave is coming into town tonight. He and Kennard have concert tickets tonight for “Flogging Molly”, at the Pageant. This band has been a favorite of theirs since high school.
Anne got a wrong number call for David today. At least we think that it was a wrong number. The caller asked if our David was the one that wrote a book. Anne said that she didn’t think so. I know of another David that shares our David’s name that is a war correspondent. He recently made the news by reporting what an American general had told him in an interview. He reported that American special forces are infiltrating North Korea. Said general quickly denied saying this, but was just as quickly relieved.
Dave is pictured above in Yosemite, on our family vacation visit there, last month. While in the park we stayed in a ‘tent cabin’ at the Curry Village campground. These are basically glorified tents, with wooden floors and cots. While there, we were constantly warned about bringing food or cosmetics into the tent at night, because of the bears. We had a steel bear box just outside the tent. On our last night there our other son, Dan, heard and felt a bump in the middle of the night. He said that it shook the tent. The rest of us were asleep. Since, he heard no voices, it could have been another camper stumbling home in the dark, but I prefer to believe that it was a bear. The tents were narrowly spaced apart.