Optimism

First of all, last week I saw "Wicked" in NYC with my mother. It was extraordinary, and I saw it at just the right time in my life for me to really "get"the meaning of it. Interestingly, about a year ago, I told a friend/mentor that the song "For Good" made me think of her.....and she said (much to my frustration) that I should think of it as making peace with my conflicting attitudes, instead. I resented that. AND YET! when I watched the show, it did make sense to think of it as a blustery side of me making peace with the "charmed" side. Wow.

My disappointment from last week has passed, and I'm okay.

Last night, I played lots of chess with my younger friends, and they're getting better. I really like winning.......but I also like that they're getting closer to winning!

Stargirl has a sequel right now! I'm reading it slowly and joyously. I'm also reading "From Newbury With Love", about a Soviet era correspondence between a little girl and an elderly man. Precious.

The summer speeds up right around now. Sigh...

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