I almost got this blog written and posted in time to be Friday's post. The problem is that it's been a full day. I spent the morning heroically shoveling the driveway, and then . . .
Oh, okay. Shoveling a city driveway is not the simple task it would be out in the country where you can simply sling the snow to either side. On one side of the driveway is the house. On the other is our neighbors' drive. So every shovelful has to be walked to the back yard and dumped. All told I'm guessing that a couple of miles' walk is involved.
So after a morning's heroic shoveling, we went to the Arden Theater to see our friend Jennifer Summerfield in the understudies' rehearsal of A Moon for the Misbegotten. Which turns out to be a particularly intimate way of seeing a play. The occasional instruction from the director only emphasized the artifice in a way that feels perfectly natural in this postmodern era.
Oh, and Jennifer was terrific, which was very satisfying.
From the Arden we went to a friend's house where a group assembled for a Restaurant Week meal at the Bistro St. Tropez. Terrific food and when one of the party texted a friend about the event, his phone software autocorrected the name to Bistro St. Trapeze.
So I am happy, and hope you are too. Sorry I'm a little late on this post.
Above: Winter in the city.