Yesterday, I was perfectly content to sleep and sleep and sleep. While this may have been understandable, it wasn't terribly helpful. So my sweet husband offered a carrot he knew I could not resist -- an outdoor children's play.
During summer months, there are free concerts and events at the Leavitt Pavillion in Memorial Park, a one-stop train ride from our apartment. Last night, hundreds and hundreds of children gathered in the park to see two Beatrix Potter stories animated through live puppetry. Oh, my goodness, giggles for everyone! First, we watched Jemima Puddleduck narrowly escape being made into a stew by the crafty fox. And next, we saw The Story of a Fierce Bad Rabbit. I was still in the Africa fog, so I wasn't quite certain what was happening, other than the toddler in front of me had a fierce, bad desire to drink out of her mama's cup, and the bad rabbit, for reasons that are still unclear, kept losing his tail (I choose not to consider the potential symbolism of this event).
Today, Pacific Standard Time and I are playing together nicely. I'm going to spend the day looking for a job -- and hope not to lose my tail in the process.
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