leap years and birthdays
it’s been a whirlwind of events over the past few weeks…
Leap Day! It was a bad, bad day. A boy waking feverish in the night, and then our laundry room ceiling
leaked poured rain water all morning due to heavy rain and a very old roof. Kenny had just walked into his office when I called him, begging him to come home and fix the leak (really, the word “leak” is such an understatment!). He did. He took the morning off, stopped at Lowes to get some roofing supplies, and drove all the way home to fix the roof. In the pouring rain. I married a saint.
My Birthday! I turned 39 on march 7th. I’m very opposed to hiding your age. What does that tell people? Why are women not supposed to reveal their age? Why can’t we stand proud and tall at the experience under our belts? I turned 39, was spoile rotten by my four guys, and now I’m counting down the days until my 40th birthday next year! I can’t wait!
Kenny surprised me with theatre tickets. He arranged for a babysitter last Tuesday, and off we went down town Pittsburgh for dinner and a show. Dinner was at Olive or Twist and the show was around the corner at the Pittsburgh Public Theater (The O’Reilly Theater) where we saw Freud’s Last Session. It’s a two-man show, a hypothetical meeting of Sigmund Freud and C. S. Lewis. We both thought it was really well done, and gave both men equal footing in the argument.
My favorite C. S. Lewis line, at the end: “My idea of God changes over and over again. He changes it.”
It’s been a long, long time since we’ve been to a show. We’ve seen a few musicals here and there, but a straight show, in an intimate theater like the O’Reilly is something we haven’t done in years. It was so good to be back.
The theater bug has bitten.