| Poem for Monday |
[Apr. 24th, 2006|12:18 am] |
( Spring Training )
After a morning home in the pouring rain writing Star Trek news -- manga Trek comics and Ethan Phillips in a new movie -- the sun came out, we picked the kids up from Hebrew school and went downtown to Shakespeare's birthday party at the Folger Shakespeare Library. It was a blast -- there were many craft tables including mask-making, brass rubbings, garland-weaving, draw-your-own-Shakespeare and flag-making, and interestingly younger son declared disinterest while older son, whom we had feared might be too old for the kids' activities, made a mask. There were also stage fighting demonstrations, music, abbreviated plays performed by local high schools and an opportunity for students to read Shakespearean monologues on the Folger Library stage (which is not to be confused with the The Shakespeare Theatre, no longer next door to the library). We watched the swordfighting demonstration in the reading room and some of the juggling and costume procession outside. Then Queen Elizabeth arrived and cut the cake for Shakespeare's birthday, which they had very well planned, as they actually had enough cake for everybody and got it distributed fairly quickly! And of course it was like a mini-Renaissance Faire, with lots of guests in costume and speaking in accents. So great fun.
( The Bard and the Queen )
Since we were downtown we stopped in a couple of bookstores between where we parked and the library (I'd have taken my kids to the Library of Congress, but it's closed to visitors Sunday, as are the Supreme Court and the Capitol which are both nearby). One of the used bookstores, Riverby, had a live jazz trio out front (and an anthology of Cavafy poems very inexpensively), and since it was a gorgeous day we hung out in the neighborhood around East Capitol Street a bit. Then we came home for dinner and watched The West Wing, about which I wish I had something profound to say, but I was sort of distracted; I don't know if it's because the show is winding down, because there was so little CJ, because I miss Leo, because the transition is all about -- well -- transition or because the more Josh/Donna we get, the more I want to put Donna on a plane going someplace other than wherever Josh will be. Not even the great Sam/Josh moments really floated my boat. I'm just kind of out of love with Josh, I guess. And much as I loved Matt and Jed's tete-a-tete, I found it easier to adore Matt the candidate than Matt the president-elect.
Wow, it's Monday already. I got used to spring break and long stretches of family stuff! Must get organized! |
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