the social ramble

I think it was Satchel Paige who said, as one of his social dicta, "Go very light on the vices, such as carrying on in society. The social ramble ain’t restful." He was right. Prep for the luncheon on Monday, then the party, recover on Wednesday, dinner party last night . . . too much galavantin'. I spent most of the day shifting from one couch to another, one chair to another, reading and generally vegging out. I did go down to Fernando's puesto late this morning to sit on the beach and watch the waves. I ordered a mineral water and sat in a sling chair for an hour or so just staring out at the blue, blue horizon. Didn't actually fall asleep, but came very close.

Played a quick (and triumphant) round of dominoes this afternoon, then read some more ~ a fluffy mystery I wouldn't dare recommend. I should be done with tonight or tomorrow. I learned last night that the delightful talera man also sells croissants, known here as cuernitos (little horns). I planned to order a bunch but, alas, he didn't show up tonight. Maybe mañana. We decided not to go down to Dago's for dinner. Instead, I went down and ordered fish tacos to go, brought them home, and we ate in the quiet of our own dining room. Nice for a change.

Tomorrow's opera is The Queen of Spades by Tchaikovsky. Again this week, on at 11 AM our time because of the DST issue. Next week, too, when I will listen to Das Reingold, maybe. I'm not a big Wagner fan. The Met is doing Die Walküre on May 14th. Fortunately I will have an excuse for missing it. That's the day Andrew graduates from CMC and we will be in rapt attendance at this momentous occasion.

But now it's time to close up shop and go to bed. Weather has changed; it's really quite hot during the day. Maybe that's why I feel so dragged out.