Wednesday evening. I took the 11-year-old nephew Luke to Panda Express, since he likes orange chicken. And I taught him how to eat with chopsticks. This was a priceless meal.
Thursday morning. Samson woke me early, then we slept for another hour in the recliner in the family room at Pop’s house. I headed to Hy-Vee, bringing home fixings for slow-cooker chili and some wonderful banana pudding, and cornbread. All is now where it should be: the chili in the slow cooker, and the pudding in the fridge.
Thursday noon. The niece Anna and I will see a noon showing of Les Miz at the local 12-plex. Then I shall most likely go see Aunt Esther, unless I am cried out from the movie, in which case I will nap here at Pop’s house and see Aunt Esther tomorrow.
I really like doing for others. Cooking today, even as easy as it is, is a mitzvah, since I’m helping others. And taking the niece and nephews on separate trips to various things is both a mitzvah and a blessing for me.
I saw Les Miserables again this weekend, in its 25th annivesary touring edition.
And once again I was enthralled and moved and amazed.
My first experience with Les Miz was on its first national tour. That red flag came out at the end of Act One, and I cried through intermission. And I kept tearing up during Act Two, with the ending just walloping me into full-out sobs. I didn’t talk all the way home in the ride with friends. And I didn’t say much the rest of the day.
Les Miz has never had that impact again, but yesterday, seeing it for the first time since London in 2005, I was moved and delighted. This new edition features some revised orchestrations, and a full orchestra. Hurrah and wow! And the vocal score has been revised a bit too, making for fuller sound and more chills. The big anthems filled the Fox, and then some. Goosebumps piled on goosebumps, and I felt that wonderful racing-heart that tells me I am in the thrall of something powerful.
The detractors can detract. I love this show.
I can hardly wait!