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Life of Riley, and a fall
Feb. 11th, 2013 07:38 pmYesterday I ushered for the matinee of Zeitgeist's show Life of Riley (Alan Ayckbourn), which, due to the storm, turned out to be the first show of the run. I had no idea what to expect, and it turned out to be a very British sort of comedy, with everything rather understated as a group of friends who have known each other for years come to deepen their friendships, or at least, become more themselves with each other, when one is diagnosed with terminal cancer. The title character, George Riley, is never on stage; he's shown only through everyone else's perceptions and relations. I enjoyed it, and while it was humorous, I wasn't laughing so much that I'd call it a comedy, exactly.
There's another show in the BCA as well, which had a lot of stuff installed around the lobby. I liked one thing particularly, frame with vertical ropes people could clip cards with their answer to "Who or what would you travel across time and space for?" There were many variations on family and love, plus a few that were more unusual: bacon, quiche from Tartine, an understanding of the true nature of reality, to save JFK, and (my favorite, if only because I was hoping it would be there) Dr. Who.
The T started running a limited amount by 2 pm Sunday, but as usual I walked to the BCA and back, which was a bit more treacherous than usual, given the volume of snow that had only been partly dealt with. Sometimes the sidewalks were clear enough, but getting out of the paths to the street was blocked, or filled with a huge puddle, etc. So I did a lot of walking in the street, especially over the pepperpot bridge, since the sidewalks hadn't even been attempted (and it was definitely safe on the way out, since traffic was blocked as they finished clearing it). I was glad I've been carrying a headlamp in my wintercoat; it came in handy for the walk home. Unfortunately, I trusted what looked like a clear sidewalk over in the Kendall area, which turned out to be icy. I slipped and fell, hard, on my hands and my right knee (I think I subconsciously tried to protect my left knee, which has been hurt before). My hands were basically fine, just a little tingly, but the knee was definitely hurt. I was in some pain for the 1.5 miles home, though able to walk almost normally. I chilled and elevated it, but since yesterday it's swelled up, mostly on the inside, so it's slow hobbling around the house. Of course, I forgot to take NSAIDs until this morning (I should try to think "RICEN" instead of just "RICE".), but have taken them now. It doesn't feel broken; I can bend the knee, though less than the usual range, but I don't know how long it will take to get back up to speed; I know I heal more slowly than I did when younger. ::sigh::
There's another show in the BCA as well, which had a lot of stuff installed around the lobby. I liked one thing particularly, frame with vertical ropes people could clip cards with their answer to "Who or what would you travel across time and space for?" There were many variations on family and love, plus a few that were more unusual: bacon, quiche from Tartine, an understanding of the true nature of reality, to save JFK, and (my favorite, if only because I was hoping it would be there) Dr. Who.
The T started running a limited amount by 2 pm Sunday, but as usual I walked to the BCA and back, which was a bit more treacherous than usual, given the volume of snow that had only been partly dealt with. Sometimes the sidewalks were clear enough, but getting out of the paths to the street was blocked, or filled with a huge puddle, etc. So I did a lot of walking in the street, especially over the pepperpot bridge, since the sidewalks hadn't even been attempted (and it was definitely safe on the way out, since traffic was blocked as they finished clearing it). I was glad I've been carrying a headlamp in my wintercoat; it came in handy for the walk home. Unfortunately, I trusted what looked like a clear sidewalk over in the Kendall area, which turned out to be icy. I slipped and fell, hard, on my hands and my right knee (I think I subconsciously tried to protect my left knee, which has been hurt before). My hands were basically fine, just a little tingly, but the knee was definitely hurt. I was in some pain for the 1.5 miles home, though able to walk almost normally. I chilled and elevated it, but since yesterday it's swelled up, mostly on the inside, so it's slow hobbling around the house. Of course, I forgot to take NSAIDs until this morning (I should try to think "RICEN" instead of just "RICE".), but have taken them now. It doesn't feel broken; I can bend the knee, though less than the usual range, but I don't know how long it will take to get back up to speed; I know I heal more slowly than I did when younger. ::sigh::