Estimated reading time: 5 minutes
Every day would be entirely too much!
Estimated reading time: 5 minutes
Today kicked off with a trip to Mary’s old office for her eye exam, where she was determined to prove that she doesn’t need glasses—until she tried reading the eye chart and ended up mistaking “E” for “Z” and “F” for “Is that a cat?” The optometrist must have thought she was auditioning for a role in a comedy! By the end, I half-expected her to walk out wearing glasses with neon stickers and flashing lights on them, shouting, “OMG, I married you!”
While waiting for Mary to arrive, I took a little detour into the rabbit hole of Facebook, where I stumbled upon a fantastic gentleman who speaks so candidly that I half-expected him to walk through the screen and shake my hand! This guy doesn’t just “say it like it is”; he says it like it’s a life-or-death situation and he’s the last lifeguard on duty! Honestly, I was both impressed and slightly terrified—like I wanted to applaud him, hug him, and simultaneously wrap him in bubble wrap.
After ninety minutes of Mary playing ‘Is that a letter or a smudge?’ at the optometrist, she staggered out—Mary had dilated pupils the size of dinner plates—and we headed to her watercolor class. It was the first day of the ‘semester,’ and I’m just glad she was painting landscapes and not trying to paint me based on her new, blurry vision.”
Yours truly volunteered to pose lying down naked (the Burt Reynolds pose, but a) they did not have appropriately sized canvases, and b) given the age of this group of ladies, we did NOT have ambulances or oxygen bottles standing by. The ladies took a vote, and I was kicked off the island!
Who said, “Paul is NO Burt Reynolds!!” I still have a figure, but it is round!
I was dejected, so I went home and cleaned house, worked on the Starlighter’s website, and rested for the night’s theater adventure.
Mary caught a ride home with our neighbor and arrived in time to use an ice pack on her back. She was still in pain. The painting lesson went well, but I thought it was for the birds!
After Mary got home, she sat on an ice pack for about 45 minutes before Dru showed up, and we visited for a while. Then it was off to the Seagerstrom Theater to see “The Whiz”. This groundbreaking twist on The Wizard of Oz changed the face of Broadway—from its iconic score packed with soul, gospel, rock, and 70s funk to its stirring tale of Dorothy’s journey to find her place in a contemporary world.
But first, we stopped at the Silver Trumpet for a wonderful dinner with Dru and Dianne. We reserved our usual booth, which gave us plenty of room to move around, and it was quiet.
Look out, dining room, here we come!!
The menu changed slightly. While everyone went for the lamb lollipops, I opted for the sea scallops on a bed of mushrooms! They were cooked perfectly and a joy to nibble on!
Seared Diver Scallops, which came with sweet shallot puree, baby squash, zucchini, and brown sage butter.
Dianne and Dru ordered steak and shared a side of risotto.
The girls reported the steak as perfect!!
At 7:00 pm, we decided to take our lives in our hands and embark on the daring adventure of walking to the theater. It was like we were auditioning for a reality show titled “Survivor: City Edition.” Our hearts raced as we approached the busy street, dodging cars like we were in a game of human dodgeball.
Honestly, if crosswalks could talk, they’d have been screaming, “What are you doing?!” But hey, at least we made it to the theater. A little adrenaline rush before “The Wiz” isn’t too bad, right?
We were in Row E (It’s a long story)
Two rows ahead, the girls were sitting, allowing us to yell, “DOWN IN FRONT repeatedly.
All smiles!
The performance was excellent, though we had difficulty hearing all the words; we probably averaged about 40%.
The singing, dancing, and costumes were terrific.
Upon leaving the theater, we were reminded that the weatherman had forecasted fog this evening, and I worried about driving home. Within two miles of the theater, it was all clear. Tomorrow morning, we will have fog until probably noon.
The tall buildings were becoming partially obscured by the fog.
As we continued walking, we spotted the office building across from the Silver Trumpet, and I declared it the perfect photo op.
M-m-m-m-m, isn’t management always on the top floor, and if so, they are in the fog, right?
We were home by 11:00 pm and in the sack at 11:30 pm. It has been a long day, and Mary’s back is still giving her fits.
Good night, all.
