Saturday, July 25, 2020

Daily Notes- July 25th- 19 weeks



Yesterday's square got border strips while I watched a PBS show on Shakespeare's Merchant of Venice.
I have never seen this play.  When I worked at the high school I was often asked to accompany the 10th grade English class on the annual bus trip to see a Shakespeare play.
Mostly the comedies. Merchant is very dark.

I think the people selecting me for this "honor" of going on the bus saw it more as a punishment.
I let them think that.
I loved everything about going into Chicago and seeing a lovely stage production.
Most of all I loved watching the students be all bored and then as their brains started translating..
They would lean forward.  Then smile.  And then there would be joy.
I say translating- it was all English but a different English.
The trip back to school was quieter.  They were remembering.

That was a Time when I realized I would have been a very good Teacher.
And with help from the teachers I worked with in the high school I was ready to go back to college. 
Then husband showed up at home one day saying we were all moving to Germany.
I could have said no.  I might have done just that.
But it would have destroyed his career, we thought.  Maybe it wouldn't have.
It did destroy what mine might have been.

What a tangled web we weave.......

My tomato plants have chosen Life and they are re-gaining their health.
Most of them.  The ones not next to the forsythia hedge on the side of the driveway.

Tyler's new book?  Another disappointment. Really, a short story.
Daughter came home from Goodwill with a paperback of an author I like.
I am going to read that next- It's Saturday- okay to read a trashy romance.

The strip of cloth with the cherry pits?  Not what I expected but very nice.

1 comment:

  1. I love the subdued gray patches with the graphic orange print!
    Yeah, Shakespeare....hard to get into, as you say, but so worth the effort. When I was in high school a traveling acting troupe staged "As You Like It" in our gymnasium. That was the first time I had ever seen Shakespeare in action and the effect was just what you describe...initial fidgeting subsiding into rapt attention. Shakespeare needs to be staged to really be appreciated.

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