Queen of Swords

I have to say: my basement can be soggy hell when the winter rains come, but right now I probably have one of the most comfortable dwellings in the Seattle area, because it's at least 20 degrees cooler down here than anywhere else. (thomryng would you like to come visit?)

Today is going to be primarily dedicated to domesticity. I made grilled chicken with noodles a couple of nights ago, and there are still garlic-y dishes in the sink. The bathroom needs to be scrubbed. The floors need to be washed and swept. The garbage and recycling should be taken out. And I have to go grocery shopping.

Fortunately, I have an appointment for a massage Sunday morning.

Last night, thanks to Jeannie being out of town, I had free tickets to a performance of I Hate Hamlet, and rocket_jockey did me the honor of joining me for dinner and the show. The play was a solid "B" effort, with an especially fine performance by the actor playing the ghost of John Barrymore, back from the dead to coach a young tv actor who has been cast as Hamlet for New York's Shakespeare in the Park. There were some lovely moments, one of my favorites being Barrymore sitting in a chair and the young actor, costumed for the first night's performance, sitting at his feet, panicking, and Barrymore going into the "Speak the speech, I pray you" speech in such a gentle, natural way that it gave the lines more heart-full meaning than I'd ever heard.

If you're looking for something to do tonight in Seattle (the theater is air-conditioned!) check out the Bellevue Civic Theater at Meydenbauer Center.

Meanwhile, I have some scrubbing to do. . .