Wednesday, November 17, 2010

gypsies

Zeffirelli's La Bohème was the first opera that I saw at the Met, once upon a time, a long, long time ago, when I was young and impressionable. My primary complaint was that a woman withering away from consumption should be, well, withering.

Today I realized an additional complaint, namely that no one with TB would have a lovely clear soprano voice. While this isn't TB, my voice is a pack a day jazz singer's growl. I'm smothered in Vick's (fully mentholated), downing codeine, sticking my feet in a mustard bath, and reading bad novels.

So, DYP! is on sick leave this week.

Next week, DYP! will be making pies.

Then we'll be back.