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Saturday April 21, 2001
"All men think all men mortal, but themselves." Edward Young , The Complaint: Night Thoughts
unusual sculpture in Tarrytown
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mother's day -- early Up and into the coffee and then the dog walk. We went to Tarrytown but actually walked on some streets we'd never been on. The eXtreme dog walking rules give extra points for walking where you haven't been before or a new direction on a street. (We make the rules, of course.) I had vowed to take my mom somewhere to shop for clothes and I did. I took her to Melba's and got her a blouse, a pair of pants and an outfit with a sleeveless jacket and a skirt and pants. She was very happy with them. The blouse, with its bright colors, I knew would please. I'd never wear it. But when the clerk showed it to me, I said, "She will love it." She says she is going to take back the clothes she bought at the mall the other day. I hope she can talk Dad into taking her. I don't want to go to the mall again. Not soon anyway. I also took her to Bed, Bath and Beyond and she got a cast iron pan with a fryer insert. Since their stove requires magnetic cookware some of her cookware didn't work and was given away. It's some kind of safety feature so the burners won't work if there's no pan on them. I guess. She also got a couple of frames to frame pix of Jack and an insert to poach eggs in a pan. Then we looked in Michael's and the Borders until she got tired. We didn't buy anything else. Mom says she read 'all that stuff at the top' in an attempt to learn to use Microsoft Paint. I assume she is talking about the Help. She says it took an hour. She stood looking around at the computer books while I leafed through them. I think she sees the computer as a whole new world. Jouet. A musical about a fictional star who leads a truly transitory life from the beginning. Airplanes figure in it a lot and American is a sponsor. FFP and I sit in a display of airline seats in the Zach lobby. American is showing how they've moved the seats further apart. As we sit there, reading the magazines we brought and eating a Snickers bar (me) friends come up and imitate airline personnel giving safety info. Inside we are on the front row by a runway that constitutes the stage. Up close to the performance. Behind us are a co-worker and her husband. I see another co-worker in the audience and other friends across the way. It's a very good piece. The music is not tiresome in that Andrew Lloyd Weber way where the search for melody ends up with four bars that we need to pay more attention to than we should have to. The piece has an Internet, jet set, South Congress collectible, performance art feel. I like it. And I believe in the dislocation of the heroine even though the show is nonsense. It's an Austin work. A world premiere. Look out world. We are an artsy town. My newspaper pile doesn't recede after we get home. I keep dozing off.
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