I am a sucker for colored vinyl. Love it almost as much as I love Tilly and the Wall. Their new album, Heavy Mood, is muy bueno. Writing very good in spanish is as close as I am going to get to writing an interesting review. I am seriously tired from digging hostas. Deal with it (or just trust me and buy the LP). By the way, the LP is a single color. The mottling is the result of my squishing down the file size to save space.
On Sunday Lacey and I pedaled to the Spectrum to see The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night Time. Staged by the National Theater in London. We were watching a recording of a live performance at a movie theater. What a world we live in! Such a good play. Impressive use of dance and technology to relate the goings on in a mind on Asperger syndrome. See it if you get the chance.
On the way home a car honked at Lacey or me–I can’t remember. It was just a honk. Nothing more. Who cares? Apparently I did. Although I’ve been consistently ignoring misbehaving motorists as I pedal, something snapped this time. I didn’t say or do anything ridiculous, but my insides were on fire and my face was probably a few degrees short of pokerish. Maybe I am only getting better at controlling my emotions when pedaling alone. Exhibit anything other than caution and respect in the presence of my dearest Lacey and things can get ugly. It was good that the front seat passenger rolled down her window and apologized twenty ways to Sunday, but I have more work to do.
Today Frida stopped and stared at a white Honda Civic. Not quite a Fit, but there is a strong family resemblance. Just like she used to stop and stare at Beetles, but this was the first time she exhibited a recognition that small white Hondas might give up a Lacey if stared at long enough. Didn’t work this time, but it was cute as all get out.
That’s enough for now. Hope you are well.