uncultured monsters
This past weekend did little more than to wear me out the very week that I feel I will be scrapped thinner than butter over too much bread. Friday night, after running errands for a couple of hours, best friend K came over and we watched a movie. Saturday my family celebrated Monster niece S’s 4th birthday,—where has the time gone?!—then I babysat for best friend L&K’s two daughters L (6.5 years) and A (nearly 4 years). Then on Sunday Roommate M and I headed to Detroit to see an opera; a first for both of us. The day was ideal for going to an opera; it was a lovely day with the feeling of magic in the air: as we drove down to Detroit my eyes ate up each of the old buildings in the city. I admired each fat snowflake, downy in its very touch both to face and city surfaces, resting but seconds before melting. Walking in dress clothes along the streets in an old section of Detroit, near what is now known as Greektown, it was hard to not smile as one watched the other opera goers walkin...