It's cold and damp and I have 75 tree seedlings to plant. Really, it's perfect weather for tree-planting, but I'm not convicted since I'm cozy inside right now. Perhaps this afternoon, after I mop the floors and start dinner. I'll pull on the green Wellies, bundle up in an extra jacket, grab gloves and get going.
Tonight I'm slated to present A History of the Constitution & The Importance of Being a Good Citizen to a group of Boy Scouts. I have about an hour. I'm supposed to touch on Reconstruction, The Emancipation Proclamation, Civil Rights Movement, Respecting the Flag and Patriotism. I know what you're thinking: this oughta be good... But I actually have a decent opener--I thought I'd give groups of scouts a newspaper and scissors and tell them to cut out any article that wouldn't exist without our Constitution. Imagine what would remain--mainly the advertisements.
Team Testosterone and I cleaned the ditches this weekend. They were the cleanest they've ever been since we've moved out here. It is noteworthy that a guy drove past and flicked out his cigarette butt while we were picking up garbage. I thought Mr. T would run after his car, he was so outraged. But the trash on our property has reduced over the years, in part, I think, because we keep things clean. The weirdest things we found were a mangled pair of surgical scissors and a deer leg (which really isn't that weird after last week's skull discovery. It's actually weirder NOT to find a deer carcass on our property).
Friday night we saw West Side Story and I was so relieved that they stuck to Jerome Robbins' original choreography. I imagine it's tempting to modernize it, but they didn't. The understudy for Tony was pretty mediocre, but other than that it was a great performance. The sets and costumes were noteworthy. Beforehand we had a really nice dinner at Flanagan's and felt like we were all that in our private booth, and then the head chef, who we know, came out to visit a bit with us after our meal. Yeah, that's how Mr. D and I roll...a few times a year. We drank a bottle of Hob Nob Pinot Noir. I highly recommend it--a very bright wine.
From high heels at the theater to mucking in the ditches in Wellies. My range is better than Tony's understudy.