March 2, 2010

"It'll be humane... more or less"--Avatar

    Dreamed of explaining the plot of the opera Cavalleria Rusticana.

    In the morning I went to the Bickford Centre and helped them move the opera costumes out.  One box that I packed had to be repacked. (Next year they can do the packing themselves!) They don't yet have the short list for next year's operas.

    Went shopping.

    Dinner was a curry (and the rest of the Chinese food).

    Saw the DVD of the first episode of Barchester Chronicles (for the second time).

    Saw James Cameron's shrewd adventure Avatar at the Yonge & Eglinton.  Enjoyable but ultimately pretty conventional, not unlike the director's other movies.  He embodies Americanness in a way only a native of Canada can.

March 1, 2010

    Dreamed of getting mad at Father because he bought ice cream even though our freezer wasn't working.

    Saw the DVD of the early Doctor Who adventure "The Romans."

    Since it's now March, I've stopped wearing long johns. (It was warm enough to do so yesterday, but I didn't notice till I got outside and it was too much trouble to change out of them.)

    Today's Father's 80th birthday, so we ate Chinese food. (Moira baked a chocolate cake.) My fortune cookie had no message inside, so I ate a second one, which was also empty!  The third one had the message "You tend to express yourself passionately and courageously."

    At choir practice we went over Theodore Dubois' oratorio The Seven Last Words of Christ. (Now that the opera season's finished, a few of the opera people have joined.)

February 28, 2010

    Dreamed of a movie that ended with Brad Pitt driving his motorcycle into a lake (faraway splash on the soundtrack, followed by fade to black).

    Yesterday they gave me that chorus photo of me Barbara's husband took.  Today I showed my family and they were impressed.

    Performed Cavalleria Rusticana and Pagliacci for the last time. (Our stage manager Enza was at her grandfather's funeral, so Beatrice substituted for her on the last couple of shows.)

    Afterward we went to a cast party at Barbara's house on Rathnelly Avenue. There was lots of lasagna and chicken.  Some of us watched the last part of the gold-medal hockey game.  I also saw part of a video of today's performance, which Barbara's husband recorded.

February 27, 2010

A consumptive Ruby Gillis: "I'm dying for a good talk with you"--Anne of the Island

    Dreamed of being in a high-rise hotel room in Atlanta, Georgia, wich access to an indoor lake for swimming.

    Went to an Aspergers Meetup at Wynford Heights.  I brought some games, but we just talked.

    Dinner was McDonald's.

    Performed The Marriage of Figaro for the last time. (My dance partner was a no-show.)

    Started reading L.M. Montgomery's Anne of the Island, for the second time.  I read over 80 pages!

February 26, 2010

    Dreamed of going to a romantic opera; hearing the Barcarolle from Tales of Hoffmann; returning to the theatre (on Roncesvalles Avenue) and finding my glasses case where I'd left it.

    The latest online computer game to obsess me is Yellow Out, in which you shift cars parked in a small area so the yellow one can get out.

    Dinner was roast pork.

    Finished the medical issue of Lapham's Quarterly.

    Performed Cavalleria Rusticana and Pagliacci.

   

February 25, 2010

Father: "Have I ever lied to you?"

Son: "Yes."

--Dirty Sexy Money

    Dreamed of being on a June vacation that stretched into over a month. (I think I've had that dream before.)

    Dinner was fettucine pesto (which I cooked).

    Last night I sent Jackie He a greeting, saying that I was thinking of her and hoped to see her at another Games Meetup.  Today she replied that she hoped to come in a few weeks.

    Went to a Movie Meetup at the Yonge & Dundas and saw Reel Injun, a documentary about movie treatment of First Nations.  Two of our group were Native Canadian women.

    Finished a DVD of Pluto cartoons.  IMHO, he's the most underappreciated Disney character.

February 24, 2010

    Dreamed of being at a beach with a steep slant; recalling that in the film noir Out of the Past Jane Greer and Rhonda Fleming looked a bit too much alike, causing confusion in an important sequence.

    Saw the DVD of the last part of The Age of the Medicis.  Every shot looks like a classic painting.

    Dinner was roast chicken.

    Performed The Marriage of Figaro.  I felt unwell but managed to get through it since the chorus had only a few scenes. (Thank goodness we weren't doing Cavalleria Rusticana and Pagliacci!) For once I didn't take any photos.  I'd broken into a sweat on the bus, leaving my shirt soaked, so I hung it on a chair while I was in costume, and the dressing room air must be pretty dry because it dried out in no time!

    I rewatched the part of The Age of the Medicis dealing with the plans for the Rimini church, because I dozed off the first time!