The Play That Hasn't Happened Yet

Wendy, Aidan and I drove into Philadelphia to see a play my sister Jeanenne had given us Christmas present tickets for at Arden Theater for a noon performance. Alas, Wendy took a bad fall on an uneven sidewalk just minutes before we were going inside the theater. She landed so hard on her face that she was badly scraped and bruised, and possibly had damaged a front tooth. We headed home, of course. The Will Call was gracious and has tickets ready for us next Saturday though Wendy said today that she can't juggle next Saturday for a return. Though the swelling is down she has lots of healing yet to do and the dentist is Friday. Perhaps John will go with us.

We'd had a little time before the performance and had taken in a blown glass show across the street from the theater. I captured a picture of Wendy and Aidan about 30 seconds before she went down.

There are some perks to elder years. Ones I'm thinking of are that my daughters are grown women with their own families giving me the wonderful grands and great-grands to enjoy, and the years have given me reacquaintance with family and friends--and new friends, too. Cousin Jim and his wife Nancy are coming by next month to see us via a trip to Boston to see their grandkids, take the train here and meet mine before flying back to Texas. Plus, we'll take in a small bit of the myriad historical attractions.

Winter was dilly-dallying somewhere west of here when all of a sudden she blew back into town...




Yesterday at Marge's around 11 a.m.

This time, the ice on the Koi pond was glassy. I could see the fish through it lying quietly on the bottom.
The heater is keeping the ice melted on the side.