Free events at Copley

In September, there are lunchtime concerts on Thursdays. A bit more detail here.

Also, on Thursday, September 23, noon-6, there will be an arts fair, launching the fall arts season at ArtsBoston (The schedule of events will be in the Sept. 17 Phoenix, and theoretically at the website, but it's not up yet.).

And as a total aside, in the most recent ArtsMail catalog, there's a production of Professional Skepticism playing in October at the Actors Workshop (Boston). I'm chuffed, in a vaguely matchmaker sort of way: it was a new play at Brandeis, written by one of the grad playwrights¹, and the friend I brought to the performance² is a director, who helped the play get its first 'real' production out on the Cape a couple of summers ago. And now it's in a more mainstream venue, in Boston. So pleasing, though I didn't do anything to merit it.

¹ In that program that's now been cut. Sigh.
² I buy two subscriptions so I can bring a friend. It frequently surprises me how difficult it is to find someone interested in going.

Weekend fun

I had a lovely time at Danger_Chick's going away party, though I showed up rather late. It's been far too long since hanging out with people. OK, and it didn't hurt that I was complimented on my dress :-). Plus it was the first time I got to sign a dissertation.

Sunday was as hot and humid as Shabbat, but I'd said I'd help with a move, which meant I got outside in daylight hours. It was as sweaty as I'd thought it would be, but things were organized enough that it went didn't take long to load the truck. And it was satisfying to help, even though I mostly kept to schlepping boxes, not furniture.

I showered and changed, and went to join some others for a picnic dinner in the sculpture garden at the DeCordova. It was already cooling off, happily. We picnicked in the middle of green (I had *choices* for food! Thanks, guys.), then went to see as many installations as we could before it got dark. I'd forgotten how pretty some of the landscaping is, and how much I like some of the pieces (Not all; I'm rather modern art illiterate, so it's whatever strikes my fancy.). Oh, and how much fun it is to make music on one of the sculptures (everyone does, though it's one of the many officially labeled Do Not Touch). Many pictures were taken, much silliness ensued.

And the drive home included watching the full, almost-orange, harvest moon rise. Gorgeous.

I was dead-tired by the time I got home, but it had been a satisfying day; I wouldn't've changed any of it. (Well, except for the broken dishes.)