July 23, 2023

J and I motored down to the Peace Center in Greenville yesterday to see the musical Six, in which the six wives of Henry VIII vie to win a contest as to which of them suffered most. It had nothing to recommend it but the energetic dedication of the young women playing the parts. The music was loud, inane, repetitious, the script nothing more than the outline of an unwritten play set to music, as if time or imagination had at the outset run out. Worthless and expensive. The money spent on that useless production could have fueled every theater in Asheville for two years. Impromptu supper with the usual suspects once we got back into town. We sat outside, relishing the cool evening breezes. 

Raccoons chittering under my window last night. 

Return to church after many weeks. Canon A gave an uninspired sermon, quoting Taylor Swift. Did not sit in choir. People around me remarked what a beautiful voice I had. Secretly, I must have hoped for that.