A Night at the Opera

Act II--From the screen outside

Yesterday afternoon the keeper rushed home from work, put on fancier clothes and headed out to the opera.  We received our dinners at 4 PM, if you can believe it.  I explained to Cecil that sometimes our lives are like this when the keeper's social life picks up.  Well, all the hubbub was over Tristan und Isolde.  When she came home after midnight--it was nearly a five hour production-- we asked her what she thought.  She said she always loves seeing her friend, Charles, the usher for their section, who was recently on TV.  She said their dinner was fair--but salted caramel ice cream was the very best. We asked about the opera, and she rolled her eyes and said that about half way through she was pretty tired of longing and yearning and the sexual, emotional tension.  She wondered if living in a wired instantaneous world has shaped her differently these days.  She liked Act Three the best.  The singers were incredible, as were the orchestra and Asher Fisch.  She was not wild about the set.  She prefers Parsifal, she said. We were happy to see her and receive a post-midnight snack.