Saturday was the FCB's Spring Concert. Getting ready for the performance, the performance itself, and then striking the stage took most of the day. The concert itself was good and the guest artist blew me away. Today at lunch Jebra pointed out the piece was from an opera, making the fact that I liked it even more unbelievable.
Saturday night, when we were finally done emptying the stage and packing the car, we walked over to the high school gymnasium to watch Farmington United Percussion Ensemble (FUPE) rehearse for Sunday's state competition. Today, after lunch, I learned FUPE took first place.
Friday night we had tickets to Stagecrafter's production of A Streetcar Named Desire. I didn't know anything about the storyline going in and spent more than half the show trying to figure out what the heck was going on. As I like mysteries, this wasn't grounds for complaint. Jebra said he knew enough of the plot to worry I'd leave the theater deep in the throws of depression, but that turned out not to be the problem. I was in a strange headspace when we left though, as Stella's homelife strongly reminded me of my adoptive family in terms of the smoking, the shouting, and the drinking. When we got back to the house, I had to watch a few episodes of Forensic Files to clear my head.
As far as crafts go, in the past week I finished another Jayne Hat, sent six off to the Austin Browncoats, completed a pair of fingerless mittens, and knit another rag rug for the animal shelter. No wonder my hands are sore. :-)