Theatricum Botanicum is a union house, so photography is prohibited. I snuck this extremely ininspired pic before this afternoon’s show; it does nothing to convey the thrill I get from seeing their performances.
On Wednesday, 21 December 1988, Pan Am Flight 103 was destroyed by a bomb, killing all 243 passengers and 16 crew members. Eleven people in Lockerbie, in southern Scotland, were also killed as large sections of the plane fell in the town and destroyed several houses, bringing total fatalities to 270.
I remember that day. Do you? My daughter Rhea was about to celebrate her first Christmas.
The Women of Lockerbie is set seven years later, and deals with the grief of both the Lockerbie women (who, in some cases, lost family members or who had body parts in their houses and yards) and the parents of a young American passenger on Flight 103.
It’s a powerful play, embracing concepts of rage, love, grief, hatred, forgiveness, relinquishment, honesty, duty, craziness, and blame.
All in 90 minutes.
Strong writing, but even stronger performances. I’m loving everything I’m seeing at the Theatricum.
It was hot. Over 100° in this outdoor amphitheatre. I felt for the actors, rugged up for a Scottish December, in coats and boots and scarves.
I mopped my brow. But I also wiped away tears. Because this play is moving.
Posted by suchwildlove on August 12, 2012
I cleaned all afternoon. L said it was the first time the floors had been washed since I moved out the first time. That was 11 months ago, people. I took a risk and washed the rug (as in carpet) that J had bought for the kitchen sink. It went through the washer and dryer just fine. If it hadn’t, I would have just replaced it with a bathmat. But I’m glad it survived.
I even swept the front path. The ice plant (or pig face, as we call it in Australia) is flowering brilliantly. Why am I cleaning like a mad woman? Because I have to live in this house for a while, and in my generosity last week, when J was feeling overwhelmed by all he had to do, I assured him that he could remove housework from his list. He did leave me a clean bathroom. For that I am grateful.
I am the beneficiary of various tickets that J bought before this Atlanta gig came along. Tonight L and I saw Spamalot in Hollywood (funny and entertaining, though far from being the best musical theatre I’ve ever seen). Before the show we dined at The Stinking Rose. Mmmmm, garlic.
And now I’m pooped. This was more action in one day than I’ve had for quite a while. I need to build up my strength for tomorrow’s Baby Lock serger class at my local fabric store. Yes, I have been invited to “a special event to introduce you to Baby Lock’s new generation of overlock machines.” I shouldn’t go, should I? I mean, there is no way I am spending thousands of dollars on a serger. Right? Right?
Posted by suchwildlove on March 4, 2012