We are in the middle of a mini-heat spell, and so careful about closing the windows in the morning and keeping the shutters upstairs closed. I love the heat, but here it jumps 25 degrees in one fell swoop, so it's a bit of a shock to the system. The ominous part is the wind. Heat and wind mean fire, so all our antennea are out, with the frisson of fear. So many ways for fire to start, either man caused or nature.
We are going to the opera today to see Handel's "Orlando", and since I know I'll adore the music, I'm happily anticipating the afternoon. Yesterday I listened to "Where Ere You Walk", a piece of Handel's, and practically swooned with joy. Today's production is set in a World War II soldier's hospital, Orlando a patient with post traumatic stress disorder. A psychiatrist is attempting to help him. The directors tend to set Handel's operas in strange times: prohibition, the wealthy in Long Island, whatever bizarre setting they can come up with. The thing is, it usually works. Either Handel's music overcomes the staging, or he's quite modern in an inexplicable way.
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