I'm so tired. Today I hope to curl up with Sandra McDonald's
The Stars Blue Yonder, her finale to
the trilogy begun with The Outback Stars. I have loved this series with much loveness and so far (about halfway through) I'm loving this book.
Last night we went to see Shakespeare in the park:
As You Like It, Point Fermin in San Pedro, right on the ocean with dramatic cliffs stage right. We had a picnic of ham and onion quiche, spinach and mushroom quiche, salad with mandarin oranges and almonds, and an exquisite mix of exquisite cookies from a Pasadena bakery.
And champagne! Yes, champagne. The other picnickers were envious, one woman even walking by to say, "Champagne? I like your style." We didn't tell her that the three of us were celebrating survival (all of us have had a brush with it lately) and enduring friendship (probably one of the most precious commodities in the world).
The cast was young and exuberant and the play was great fun, but the proximity to the ocean means the park is colder than a well digger's... That's okay, we came equipped with several layers of clothing and warm blankets. Still, it was colder than last year and we had to bundle up earlier. Still fun.
I hope
Shakespeare by the Sea (the group who put the play on) can continue next year. They have staged free performances in parks all across the Southland from June to August for twelve years now—bare bones but very creative productions. The downturn has hit them hard, as it has every arts organization. They ended the year $30,000 in debt. Last year, they ended $17,000 but managed to scratch it up somewhere and enough to put on this season. I'm not sure they'll be able to overcome this deficit, but I sincerely hope they do. It would be a shame to lose this.
I will hoist another glass of champagne to their survival, if they make it.