Not much to report here. It was hot. We had tangerine beer and possibly a good idea (chalkboard paint for the kitchen backsplash!). We started to unload the kitchen. We saw Get Low (recommended for sure, especially if you are a Robert Duvall fan). There was a nap involved on Monday. But the highlight was a trip to San Francisco with Miss Alex, her friend Courtney, and Court’s mom, Marti, to see Wicked. This was our second Wicked experience, the first was in NY when she was 10 and Kate was 15. I only cried twice. Well, three times. Ok, four times if you include the curtain call (does anyone else cry during curtain calls?). Of course, seeing it with two self-assured, powerful, thoughtful and engaged-with-the-world 16-year old girls made it even more special.
Something has changed within me
Something is not the same
I’m through with playing by the rules
Of someone else’s game
Too late for second-guessing
Too late to go back to sleep
It’s time to trust my instincts
Close my eyes: and leap!
It’s time to try
I think I’ll try
And you can’t pull me down!