

February 18--Edgar Degas, Repetition d'un Ballet. Margery and Doug settled into their seats just as the house lights dimmed. Doug said, "You took so long getting ready that I don't have time to read the program." Margery leaned over toward him. "Did you want me to come to the ballet in my slip?" "No," he said, "I want you to start getting ready earlier so we can get here on time." "We are on time, they just started the overture. You mean so we can get here half an hour early to stand around being pretentious with people you consider beneath you." Doug opened his mouth to reply but the woman in front of him turned around with an angry look on her face and hissed, "Quiet." He contented himself with kicking Margery in the ankle. "Ouch." "Shhhh."
I'm glad to be home and safe but sorry I didn't have a day of lolling and knitting. Maybe I'll manage that tomorrow.
--Barbara
1 comment:
Love the colors in that preemie hat. Kinda like a really pretty scarf I bought on my shopping jaunt with Debbie Saturday. Glad you got home safe and sound. No sense driving on icy roads if you don't have to. Smart.
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