I enjoyed a most perfect weekend. Or nearly-perfect — a driver across the state and back would have allowed me to rest and nap, and that would not have been a bad thing.
As expected, barely 36 hours after departing, I have returned to Saint Louis and Samson and J who is departing much too soon and Webster University whose fun and challenges are still there and to New Line and our first week of runs of the show.
But this blog entry is about the weekend.
When one puts perfect weather, a decent hotel, a dear friend, the entire immediate family, Grace & Holy Trinity, and a concert into a 36-hour period, one is certainly blessed.
I enjoyed very much the visit with Pop and Jo yesterday, and serendipitous finding of Rich Hill Black Diamond watermelons at Hy-Vee. And of course I enjoyed an evening out with Tom Flint (a friend of 42 years now) and the Kansas City Symphony.
Sometimes one also needs a bit of pampering. I didn’t do a spa or any such indulgence, but I did enjoy a 19th-floor room at the Sheraton at Crown Center, and valet parking, and room service this morning. Little things like this make for happy weekends.
And then Sunday. I paid my first visit in nearly nine months to Grace & Holy Trinity Cathedral. I hope the members of the choir were as delighted to see me as I was to see them.
My happy face at the scent of Jack Stack Barbecue.
Family time on Sunday included a buffet of yumminess from Jack Stack Barbecue. And laughter. And story-telling. And the happy/bittersweet task of going through the last two boxes of Aunt Esther’s belongings.
I listened this weekend to Dorothy Coleman, Ahrens & Flaherty, Jean Sibelius, and two soundtracks whose authors and composers escape me: Love’s Labours Lost and The Minister’s Wife.