Invasion
My mom arrived at SeaTac yesterday to begin a 2-week siege visit. She was greeted by the hottest day of the year, with the temperature about 90, making me just a tick self-conscious about not having air conditioning in either my car or my house. It cooled off nicely in the evening, and I initiated the Camp Perils of Caffeine Fitness regimen, marching her down the hill to Greenlake and (!) back up to our house. The poor woman lives in northwest Ohio, where it’s so flat that we used to complain on bike rides when we had to shift to use an overpass over a freeway, and I could sense her feelings of hopelessness as we walked back up, where each block seemed to get steeper. She’s a better person today for the experience.
On Friday morning, we (Mom, Mrs. Perils and I) will fly down to Medford, Oregon and spend next week in Ashland watching plays, hiking in the Siskiyous and generally being goddamn tourists. We’ll be seeing:
- Winter’s Tale
- Diary of Anne Frank
- Bus Stop
- The Importance of Being Earnest
- King John
- Intimate Apparel
- Merry Wives of Windsor
- Cyrano de Bergerac
This will be, I believe, our 13th annual pilgrimage to the Ashland festival. We started by tagging along with a group from our son’s middle school, continued with them through high school, and bought our own membership after he graduated. Check out the link at the left that tracks our 2004 trip.
I was surprised about a month ago to start seeing referrals to this blog from Wikipedia. It turns out that my entry on the 2004 presentation of The Visit is referenced in the Wikipedia entry about the play. And, no, I didn’t write the entry, and don’t know who did! So, I’m spurred to more assiduous about my reflections on this year’s trip than I was last year. And, as always, I’ll put up any good photos.
