Great rolls of Thor’s
hammer filled the air yesterday morning.
Shutting all the doors and windows in a massive rush, I just got the
house closed before water began to fall from the sky by the bucketful’s. A midday New Orleans kind of rain.
We were scheduled to see
“Kiss me Kate” in the Park yesterday afternoon at two. The Pride Parade and Festival filled the west
side of Balboa Park. The Organ Pavilion
was filled by a fancy fund raiser, there was a wedding there too, a Quinceanera,
and there was a matinee at the theater.
I was sure the parking on the east side would be full despite G’s
disclaimers.
“We can park behind the
museum. I can drop you off.” That sort of thing.
There is valet parking at
a reasonable cost, and he finally looked it up.
We used it too.
I opened the door to step
out just as the heavens opened up again…and dropped my coat then stepped on
it. We each brought our own umbrella
which I opened with enthusiasm while picking up my now soaking coat. Lunch was just a few feet away…a soup and
salad with a light desert for both of us.
Just perfect.
Still pouring, we waded
over to the Mingei museum to see their show of folk artists…if you can call a
quilt that kind of art. Then only a
little early, we literally dodged rivers to cross the street to the Old Globe
where they opened early to let us drenched patrons in. Lovely stuff those old favorite Cole Porter
Songs. I was surprised that I could
remember so many of the lyrics. Trying
very hard not to hum along, I had a great time.
G liked it….”It was fun,” he told me.
We made it home just in
time to watch the sun come out.
I missed the big storm by being in Portland! Dang!
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