Out and about on a semi-wintery weekend
The last weekend of freedom before the onslaught of class captivity was surprisingly eventful. I remember very specifically that last year, the night before spring semester began I was sitting around in my living room rummaging around for a new crochet pattern for a scarf with a bowl of marshmellows and in the company of a CNN Headline anchor. While nothing truly trumps the meditative solitude that stems from being completely myself with no qualms or worries of judgment, each passing year adds more to the belief that social acceptance and in general, being social can be a wonderful thing.
Friday was the long awaited night for Rent. It's funny how tragic stories meant for entertainment purposes transgress over the years. La Boheme introduced starving artists and wayward death bound philosophers to an enthralled audience, while Rent, which was based on the former, magically transformed AIDS, homosexuality and substance abuse into a lovely storyline and engaging musical numbers. The night was made even more luminous by the short snowfall that dusted the trees and lined the streets with a radiant white after the show commenced and while we were walking to the car.
While there were no theatrical performances nor artistic musings to round out Saturday, it was a charming day nonetheless. As is my habitual nature, the morning was spent cleaning an already pretty clean apartment and doing much needed laundry. Plans to watch the third movie in a Kubrick marathon turned into a road trip over the river and to grandmother's house with a friend (his grandmother, not mine). Since we were in the vicinity and in trying to take advantage of the beautiful weather and what was left of the traces of snow, we went out to Cahokia Mounds for a quick history lesson on Indian tribal rituals and preservation of lifestyle. Climbing up and down the snow covered mounds inevitably led to childlike chasing and a snowball fight that resulted in my half-somersault through the air and onto the snow covered ground. Surfacing bruises and all, it was all in good fun.
When Sunday finally rolled around lazily, the motivation to not sit around slothfully was still there, and so part of the afternoon into evening was spent at Eric's house, helping with some home improvement (and I use the term "help" lightly). I was obviously the novice in the room, and so tried my best to not get in anyone's way and not make too much of a mess. Paint smeared on everyone's clothes, faces and hair a couple hours later, we were essentially done with one room. While we probably won't be a featured segment on a Bob Vila special anytime soon, I thought we did a pretty dandy job, with just a little sweat but no blood or tears involved.
posted by Sheila @ 1/10/2005 07:40:00 AM
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