Love's Labour Lost
01/19/2005 06:55 a.m.
I have a date tonight - with my big brother, for dinner and a Shakespearean play (hence this journal entry title). It's a fascinating name for one of the plays I've always wanted to see, and haven't studied yet - and it's a comedy, fortunately for us as we both need to laugh more than cry right now. Don’s treating me with this delayed birthday gift (since Nov.) because he learned soon after my birthday that our National Arts Centre’s English Theatre were doing this one in January. November was also hectic but hey, so is January, but it will be wonderful to pause and relax tonight for that stretch. Hopefully the weather will warm up by then, as we’re busing part of the way there and part of the way home.

We’ll have supper on the Sparks Street Mall and then be sure to arrive well in time for our seating. Originally we had planned to go to Stratford some time this year or last for a play or two, of Shakespeare’s (Don’s quite the afficionado, former student and teacher of this specialty in University), and of course I am, with my theatre background and indulgence in his work since High School.

And we both deserve the evening off from pressures of the illness in the family - of course it never goes away and I’m sure we both feel strange and somewhat ambivalent about a pleasurable outing (as pleasurable as possible, that is) right now for ourselves, with our sister and her husband struggling so each day, but Don will probably drive me out there to their home, drop me off after he visits a while, on Friday, and I will try my best again to be their helper.

Meanwhile, I’m readying the house here, for when I’m gone again, have loaded up on groceries for this family, caught up on laundry, paid my hubby some well-needed attention (though he’s been terrific and unselfish and dedicated to them too), and I’ve also re-worked some poems for Jan. 31's resumption of classes. But they’re not ready yet in final form, all together (a haibun and two other pieces), and I should be back at it now while not sleeping due to my cough (not contagious I don’t think or I won’t even be going to my sister’s.)

Well, on that note I’d better try to get back to bed for a while. Brrr, freezing isn’t helping...I can’t seem to get warm in this house and then finally, after hiking up the furnace so much, to my husband’s chagrin, I get too warm. How many months of this left, I wonder? Still, I’ve so much to do in these next months, and little time to do it, (story of everyone’s life, I know) that I must be patient.

Love's Labour does often get lost, doesn't it?
I am currently Clueless
I am listening to nothing, absolutely, and loving it