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Sep. 30th, 2019 10:20 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dchenesI went to the Boston Lyric Opera's Pagliacci on Saturday. They combined it with a circus, which both took some of the starch out of Going To The Opera (and caused an amusing exchange of text messages about what length of glove Downton Abbey characters would wear to the opera, combined with a circus, performed in an ice rink, and whether you can eat corn dogs in an opera gown without getting mustard on it) and extended the performance time. And the circus acts were good, too; aerial stuff and some juggling and contortionists. The opera itself was good, and I know how much work it is to sing like that. However, if I'm going to pick nits, I didn't like the translation (most of it was in English) and I wish Canio hadn't had such a thick Hispanic accent. He sounded like he was trying to be Caruso. Never mind. I'm glad I went, anyway.
Unfortunately I spent most of yesterday having a headache. Some day I will learn that when I start feeling like I'm going to have a headache, it's not going to go away, and I should go take some Advil immediately. If I wait until I actually have the headache, it laughs at Advil (and caffeine, and steam, and anything else). So I went to bed with the headache and thankfully woke up without it.
Partly because of the opera, and partly because of the headache, I declined to go to the Red Sox game yesterday even though I was offered a seat behind home plate. I probably should have gone, because they actually won it with a walk-off home run and that would have been exciting, and it was a good day for outdoor sports. It wouldn't have helped the headache, though.
Speaking of headaches, although this one is metaphorical, there's a hole in the side of my cat again. Lily's cyst started filling up and she decided she wasn't having it, and so she licked all the fur off and put a hole in the cyst. At least she seems to be leaving it alone now that it's done what she wanted. But the bald spot is really obvious and it looks like there's a hole in the side of my cat. And the antimicrobial spray bottle hisses, and she interprets that as Be Somewhere Else, Right Now, because that's what I mean when I hiss at her. I haven't figured out what to do about that yet, except maybe spray the stuff on a gauze pad in another room and go dab the raw spot with that.
Unfortunately I spent most of yesterday having a headache. Some day I will learn that when I start feeling like I'm going to have a headache, it's not going to go away, and I should go take some Advil immediately. If I wait until I actually have the headache, it laughs at Advil (and caffeine, and steam, and anything else). So I went to bed with the headache and thankfully woke up without it.
Partly because of the opera, and partly because of the headache, I declined to go to the Red Sox game yesterday even though I was offered a seat behind home plate. I probably should have gone, because they actually won it with a walk-off home run and that would have been exciting, and it was a good day for outdoor sports. It wouldn't have helped the headache, though.
Speaking of headaches, although this one is metaphorical, there's a hole in the side of my cat again. Lily's cyst started filling up and she decided she wasn't having it, and so she licked all the fur off and put a hole in the cyst. At least she seems to be leaving it alone now that it's done what she wanted. But the bald spot is really obvious and it looks like there's a hole in the side of my cat. And the antimicrobial spray bottle hisses, and she interprets that as Be Somewhere Else, Right Now, because that's what I mean when I hiss at her. I haven't figured out what to do about that yet, except maybe spray the stuff on a gauze pad in another room and go dab the raw spot with that.
