I'd wanted to go to the same gardens I visited last week, but pouring rain is making that a really dumb plan. Luckily for me, "Trout Fishing in the Yemen" is out, and we can do a matinee. I have an early engagement tonight watching my foster granddaughter in an interminably loud and incredibly close talent show at her public school. She's doing a Tahitian dance. I assume, as per last year, there will be endless magicians (my favorite) and dance numbers where the kids look like deer in the headlights and aspiring Michael Jacksons and a few ballerinas. In the audience kids will be bungling, babies crying, parents taking pictures and pointing and noise drowning out whatever is on stage. Not relaxing, but de rigieur for the grandmotherly type such as myself.
Add to that the rain, the boots, umbrellas, raincoats, puddles and dark as we get out, and I dream only of a helicopter and me descending a ladder and ascending again without need to park, get stuck in traffic and fear children darting across the streets in the dark. Oh, well, tonight will be the big cahuna, and the baby shower tomorrow will seem placid by comparison. This is a weekend devoted to my favorite six year old.
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