Yesterday was a wonderful day for food, and Patrick & Stephanie out did themselves with ham, beef, potatoes, soups, vegetables, and desserts. It was a gorgeous day and Chitunga surprised me, by driving down to Stratford from Syracuse (he was there visiting Lys, and decided to come here for an Easter dinner and some chill time before heading back to Des Moines. I know he has to work all day tomorrow, but I'm hoping I'll get him for a few hours of yard work, too. BONUS.
The poetic challenge yesterday was to take a line from a musical and turn it into a poem. I have an odd relationship with musicals, at once troubled by their corniness and over the top theatrics, but also intrigued by making every moment in life a musical, too. I think it might have been Hair that was the one and only musical that really caught my attention. My parents got me a ticket to Cats once when it came to Syracuse (that was fascinating to see al the hype). Also say Les Miserable in London, which was cool. Ah, I should take advantage of being so close to Broadway...I just don't. Anyways, I went with lines from Hair to write about, well, hair. And, Wola.
