Love, As Always, Pete

The Weekly Letters, by A. Pedersen Wood

November 5, 1993

Dear Everyone:

Ashland News… 

Got the Brochure for the Oregon Shakespeare Festival and I'm ordering the tickets today.  Since we agreed last summer which plays we would be seeing next year, it was fairly easy to find an acceptable lineup:  All four Shakespeareans, one non-Will play (as recommended by “Frankie’s” inside source), no two plays can be showing at the same time, spread out over three days, with at least one afternoon off and must end on a comedy. 

I started by making copies of the schedules for the months of June and July (Mother told me that August would be awkward for her).  Then I assigned a different color to each of the five plays and underlined them with said color.  After that, it was simply a matter of finding three-day combinations that had all five colors, ending with brown (the comedy). 

Our first choice days are June 23, 24, 25, 1994.  Second choice days are June 14, 15, 16, 1994.  The reason the earlier dates are second choice is that they are still in Preview at that time; and I remember hearing people say of plays that we have seen in preview, that they would rather see the plays when the actors are little more seasoned in their roles. 

Tickets are $26.50 each unless we don't get our first choice.  If we get the second dates, the Preview performances are discounted and I'll get a refund for the difference.  Therefore, SEND NO MONEY until you hear from me.  I ordered 6 tickets for each performance.  If it turns out that “Alice” and “Kelly” can't join us, because of the new baby, we’ll either find someone else who wants to take their place, send the tickets back for a refund, or sell them in Ashland.  I also ordered Backstage Tours for everyone, using my membership, plus Mother’s, to get all but two of them for free. 

For those who don't remember what place we agreed upon last summer, they are: 

Hamlet, Prince of Denmark

The Tempest

You Can't Take It With You

Two Noble Kinsman

Much Ado About Nothing 

Extra points to anyone who can figure out which one Shakespeare didn't pen, if only in part. 

In other news… 

Last weekend, in case you didn't notice, was Halloween.  “Jeannie” was invited to a costume party at her health club and, deciding that her Renaissance Peasant outfit was rather too warm, elected to wear a Little Red Riding Hood costume that I had made a couple of years ago.  It's an easy costume, consisting of a short-sleeved peasant blouse, wrap skirt, and hooded-cape, all in red, of course; and, most importantly, it's comfortable to wear. 

However, it does have at least one significant drawback.  The party being rather dull, “Jeannie” and some friends went for drinks instead.  When you're young (they carded her!) and cute and dressed like Little Red Riding Hood, can you guess how many gentlemen suddenly get the "original" idea of introducing themselves as "Hi, I'm the Wolf"?  Whatever number you guessed, it was probably too low. 

Since last Saturday was exactly one day before Halloween, “Jeannie” and I decided to reinstate the Sometimes Annual Bring Your Own Pumpkin Party.  Friends brought their pumpkins (and sometimes kids) to carve into jack-o'-lanterns (not the kids).  The weather being warm (I tried to bet “Jeannie” that it would go up to 80°, but she wouldn't bite), we did the actual carving on a folding table out on the patio.  This was a stroke of genius on “Jeannie's” part, since anything that spilled landed on concrete instead of on one of my oriental rugs. 

I think the ones who had the most fun were the children (one discovered that cutting pumpkins was so much fun that he offered to do everyone's), but the grown-ups did 0K, too.  You know how the genders will sometimes separate at gatherings, the women on one side of the room, the men on the other?  Well, at one point, I noticed that all the women were on the patio, cutting a pumpkins, and all the men were inside, watching TV.  What made it seem strange is that the program they were so engrossed in was a cooking class on PBS.  So much for football! 

Love, as always,

 

Pete

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