Last Sunday in September 2009

Son went to catch a concert in Golden Gate Park. Free, and Jason Mraz was supposedly one of the performers.  Afterwards, the plan was for him to meet up with niece and have dinner at Max’s in South San Francisco.

Self is completely wiped out.  She’s lolling around, reading.  Hubby went to Safeway and came back with a whole lot of TV dinners, an enormous bunch of broccoli (“Only 99 cents!”) and a raspberry pudding cake (“$2.99!”)

After about an hour, the phone rang.  It was son.

He was in Golden Gate Park, in Sharon Meadow, and there was nothing there.  “Can you look for the event on the web and tell me where?” he asked.

Self checked, googling “Jason Mraz + Sept. 27”

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Sometimes, Self Comes Across a Description

from Karen Fisher’s A Sudden Country, a historical novel about families on the Oregon Trail:

Apron, petticoats.  She stood and struggled, she tugged and hissed at her confining dress, remembering those Pawnee women, their unbound breasts beneath their tunics.  In a tiny pop of eyelets, she snaked free.  Bodice and tight sleeves, this hateful husk.

This book is not easy reading, dear blog readers, but self will keep at it, chiefly because occasionally one’s patience is rewarded with passages like the above.  Stay tuned.

Ode to Cal Shakes: “A Midsummer Night’s Dream”

It was hot.  So hot that self felt she was sitting in a jeepney in the Philippines.  But she didn’t want to get up or miss even one minute of the Cal Shakes’ production of “A Midsummer Night’s Dream.” She loved every single moment: Young love, crossed purposes, magic potions, sexy Queens, a handsome Lysander (strumming a banjo —  and his voice was not bad, either), a feisty Hermia, a very hip Puck (bronze Coke-bottle shades, fur down both pants legs, bare chest, thank God he was buff), a hilarious Bottom, mood music, a rousing finale —  what more could one wish for?

In keeping with the setting, this production was like a family affair: Puck addressed the cell phone issue and segued right into his lines from the play.  Characters ran up and down the aisles, or looked directly at various audience members as they were speaking.  When The Players perform, in Act II, members of the cast were seated among the audience, shouting their comments.  It might have been like this at the Globe –?  This is what self loves so much about watching a Cal Shakes’ production:  There is a lot of extemporaneous and impromptu action.  Shakespeare isn’t “heavy,” like a classical tome.

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