I owe you some 2015 flashbacks. It was a big year, and I’m taking my time to do it justice. Keep that breath bated for a while longer, okay?
I had a mostly-solo weekend. I think after constant (delightful!) togetherness with friends and roommates during Winter Storm Jonas, and then a tour-packed workweek, I was ready for a few days curled up by myself.
I finished Rep. John Lewis’ graphic novel March (Book 1 and 2) for my history book club. These books should be required reading for every teenager in America. They cover a good deal of the 1960s Civil Rights Movement, but focus on Lewis’ experiences as a young leader of SNCC. Young people and grassroots organizing changed the country back then. I hope we can do that again.
I also read some of The Court of the Last Tsar: Pomp, Power, and Pageantry in the Reign of Nicholas II. Cultural history and Imperial Russia? Right up my alley.
Saturday night was spent at Ford’s Theatre volunteering as a ticket scanner. This gig is a beautiful deal because I scan tickets before the show, and then get to sit down and watch the performance for free. The Glass Menagerie is currently running, and was splendid, albeit dream-crushing. Tennessee doesn’t know any other way to make a play, bless him:
Yes, I have tricks in my pocket, I have things up my sleeve. But I am the opposite of a stage magician. He gives you illusion that has the appearance of truth. I give you truth in the pleasant disguise of illusion.
I’m not sure why it hasn’t struck me before, but in the middle of the play, I thought (and then couldn’t un-think), I am sitting in the room where the greatest president the United States has ever seen was killed. They keep the presidential box empty, of course, and decked out in the bunting and portrait of George Washington that were there when President Lincoln came to see Our American Cousin in 1865.
Sunday was 60 degrees and sunny, so my roommate and I walked down the National Mall in short sleeves. Snow mountains — now speckled with black dirt — still sit at the base of Capitol Hill, but they’re rapidly shrinking. I hate to see it; this year, like every year, I’m dreading Spring. I promise I don’t also rue children and baby animals.
Last night I made Martha’s pad thai (delicious, but needed more sauce), and watched Downton Abbey. The ending almost had me gagging on my tofu. You’ll see why; don’t eat and watch, my friends.
How was your weekend?