As mentioned, I had a root canal a couple weeks ago, and the pain was far less than the last one I had some 15 years ago. But then I had to have some work done on another tooth, and the mouth discomfort after that one was mighty steady; not a sharp pain, but a constant ache, for which I was surviving on certain medicines.
And it was not great timing. Last weekend, the daughter didn’t have soccer, but the Wife and I did have a wedding to go to, a co-worker of hers who I didn’t know to a guy I knew just as well. The service was at 2 pm in Niskayuna, in neighboring Schenectady County, and it was lovely. The reception wasn’t until 5 pm, in Altamont, in Albany County, a 30-minute drive, so we did what we needed to do; we went grocery shopping. Talk about being overdressed for an activity.
The reception was at a place called the Appel Inn; our friends Marc and Janna had their reception there in November of 1999. We sat with one of the bride’s and my wife’s teaching colleagues, and her husband, neither of which I knew, but they were a delightful couple. But somewhere during this, the throbbing returned, and having no over-the-counter solutions, I tried Southern Comfort and 7-Up; singularly unhelpful.
After church on Sunday, we drove to Schenectady to meet my sister Leslie’s bus. She had flown from San Diego, CA to Charlotte, NC back in late September to go to a conference, and visit our sister and niece; then flew to New York City, and visited relatives and a friend; then took a bus to Binghamton, NY to do genealogical research and to attend her high school reunion; and finally to Schenectady.
We are at some downtown restaurant called Bombers, and I saw that the New York Giants football team (my team) was already down 14-0, after only five minutes in the game; sigh. They ended up winning 41-27. But I didn’t see it.
We went to see the 2 pm stage performance of Mary Poppins at the Proctors Theatre, and it was quite good. Perhaps a little long, with too much of the exposition done to the tune of “Chim Chim Cher-ee,” but there were so many WOW moments – the transformation of the park, Bert walking on the ceiling – that we were all impressed. By the time we got back to Albany, though, I was exhausted from pain, and went to bed before anyone.
The Sister returned to San Diego on Tuesday, the pain has subsided somewhat, and we’re back to a busy schedule, mostly driven by the Daughter’s activities. Especially on the weekend.
Jaquandor saw Mary Poppins in Buffalo two years ago.
Says Mark Evanier (and I fully agree): The music group called Big Daddy (loved by many, including me) is staging a Kickstarter campaign to raise $35,000 to produce their new album. I would like to see them do this and have already backed…but it doesn’t look good. With only two days to go, they are a little over halfway there.
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There is nothing worse that having to attend an event you don’t want to be at when ill or in pain. (Not that I’m saying that you were not happy to be at the wedding!)
Roger, my sympathies for being at a public event where you’re supposed to be all happy while having constant pain. I have some old performance stories that are like this. Sucks, that’s the only word.
Mary Poppins. Ah, the delightfully wicked pleasure I had when the movie version of “My Fair Lady” was taken from Julie’s BWay debut and handed to Audrey Hepburn, who had to be dubbed my Marnie Nixon – only to have Julie cast in Mary Poppins and snag Best Actress at the Oscars.
I love Audrey, have always admired her, but this particular win was justified and such good karma! Bert walking on the ceiling? We can’t afford these types of road productions, but I’d love to see that! Peace, Amy
I hope you’re feeling better now; nothing worse than just that constant dull pain that won’t leave you be.
There’s a Mary Poppins production coming through here sometime in the next few weeks. I hadn’t given it too much thought because A) the Les Mis tickets were exorbitantly priced, and I figured these would be, too, and, B) I didn’t figure they’d be able to pull off anything fun like a magical park or Bert walking on the ceiling. But you’re telling me they *DID*? I might have to reconsider.
Some good points.I would add to these.