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Dinner with J
My great-grandfather used to say to his wife, my great-grandmother, who in turn told her daughter, my grandmother, who repeated it to her daughter, my mother, who used to remind her daughter, my own sister, that to talk well and eloquently was a very great art, but that an equally great one was to know the right moment to stop.
-- Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart
Tuesday, February 24, 1998
This was a bad morning to do an errand in the north end of Seattle!
The cable tv office is way up off of Aurora Avenue, and it doesn't open until eight o'clock. Fortunately, it was the freeway heading towards downtown that was so backed up. I got there before they opened, and sat in my car, listening to the radio and thinking about stuff. New resolve: get those bills paid! There is absolutely no reason not to; I even have stamps and envelopes!
The trip to work takes a lot longer at that later time and from that location. I chose not to take the freeway (there was an accident reported there), but to go through surface streets to the Montlake area. This may have been a mistake! I ended up not getting to work until shortly after nine.
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I am organizing a group to go to the Century Ballroom this Saturday, and I'm glad that I have gotten some positive responses. There are plenty of places where I either don't mind going alone, or maybe even prefer it. But a group to go dancing is always good. It increases my chances of getting asked to dance! Plus I am ridiculously pleased when people pick up on my suggestions.
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I was impressed by something that my friend Joan Kelley told me she was doing, last night at the book club meeting. The mother of a college friend needs to be in town to go through cancer treatments, and Joan is having her stay at Joan's place -- for six weeks! I told her this would be a star in her crown in heaven. I do think it speaks well of a person when zie does the tough things. A friend in my old job at the legal publishing firm was describing the man she was seeing. She said that he had made the choice of staying in this area, at least partly to help out his mother. I made the idle comment that I thought that spoke well for his sense of responsibility. I mostly forgot about it, but she told me later (after she married him) how she had been struck by this! Something to think about, that your lightest comment might have more impact than you ever dreamed of!
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My nephew J--- is taking tap dance lessons, and really enjoying it! (He is on the right in a red vest in the picture.) Since the studio
is just a few blocks from my place, I had suggested to my sister that I might
be able to pick him up one day, and today was the day. He looked like he was doing well!
I took him to Georgina's for pizza afterwards. We discussed Cacophony (he's a member, of course), the Tapdogs video I gave him for Christmas, and school. He is a fun kid!
We came back to my place and he watched my new laserdisc of Mozart's the Marriage of Figaro while I bagged up my laundry. I'm glad he is a good enough reader now that he can read the subtitles. He liked what he saw of it (the first act) although the plot is rather adult, with the Count pressuring Susanna for an affair and all. He liked the farcical aspects, with Cherubino hiding behind the chair, then under the sheet, then, as the Count re-enacts finding him under a tablecloth, being revealed again in a comedic climax.
I was bagging up my laundry because I'm taking advantage of the Christmas present my sister gave me. She offered to do my laundry for me!
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