Blood Wedding

Last night I went to Chelsea. The drive was rather exciting, with the on-ramp to Route 1 taking interesting turns under many layers of highway bridges in all directions, with much construction equipment around. Then it was over the lower deck of the Tobin, which I don't think I've done before... it's very high above the water (I wonder why?), and big in a way that made me feel I was in NYC, somehow. And then there were pretty historical buildings along the way to Mary O'Malley Park. Very nice (the drive back, looping around to find the on-ramp, showed some less pretty parts of Chelsea, however).

TheatreZone is putting on "Lorca in the Park," a production of Blood Wedding (Federico Garcia Lorca). Half the performances are in English, half in Spanish. Since my Spanish remains at Sesame Street level, I chose an English performance.
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Bits and pieces

Yesterday I went to a conference in Sturbridge. Another orker was going also, and had gotten driving directions from Mapquest. Of course, they were wrong. Not noticeably wrong, until I'd driven way more than I needed to and still hadn't found the hotel. On the other hand, that meant I got to turn around in the parking lot of the Big Bunny Market. It's a supermarket, and does, indeed, have a huge bunny atop it. I thought of all the mad lab Rabbits, but, alas, did not have a camera. I also found that there's some person proud of per's accomplishments, using the license plate PHD CPA...

There was a lake next to the two-story conference hotel, with a flock of ducks that had taken over the tiny beach. Some people went to use one of the picnic tables, and there was a mass migration of hopeful ducks waddling over. It was a pleasant spot, with the birds, the water, some old birch trees dotting the mostly-grassy shore, and here and there, a bench. Also the first bluets I've seen this year. Oh, and it was a two gazebo morning, too. ("gaZEEEbo!")

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When the jungle gets moody, it's a tropical depression.

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There are no deer in the Oval Office any more.

Hrafn and Hauntmeister post about the amazing things this regime is getting away with; I sputter, and become incoherent. No responsibility taken, no truth, nothing. Horrible.

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Over the 4th of July weekend, a woman was assaulted by some teens, in what seems to be at least partly a hate crime (the woman was there with her partner and their two kids). Today's article in the Globe says that one girl had $500 bail. That seems pathetically low to me, especially since the attacked woman needed 200 (!) stitches in her head.

Loaner?

Does anyone local to me have a good-sized cooler (big enough for a 9 x 13 pan, for instance) that I could borrow until the middle of next week?

Bribes of custom-made bread or other food are an option.