A mono for a mono day
We had our first real rain in a very long time today, which was good but sure made for a gloomy environment. It's good to be inside again.
EW and I went to the ballet on Saturday and it was, as usual, just wonderful. The main event was Dances at a Gathering, an hour-long ballet that I first saw back in New York in 1969, performed by New York City Ballet. It was so beautiful and meaningful that it made me cry, and I continued to cry during the standing ovations at Lincoln Center. Watching it now, I see the beauty but don't feel the emotion. I was very young then, still thinking I could make my dreams come true, and the ballet seemed to tell me that the world was a welcoming place full of hope. Fifty years on, I know that's not true. But I still love the ballet.
I saw the nephrologist today and all my numbers are good. Now I'm on my own for the next six months. I have a line on a possible volunteer position that seems interesting, and I'm meeting with the woman on Wednesday morning to talk about it. I need something in addition to the tutoring, and I certainly have the time.