wednesday...

Okay...ready for the long week? Sure, I think---yesterday, a little weird, finally got to see my one fringe play, Walking in His Shoes, a one woman show about the narrator's grandfather, a holocaust survivor. Knew what it would be like, wanted something "simple", uncomplicated, was not dissappointed, a little self indulgent in the narrative at times, but ofcourse, striking images of the barbarity of the Nazi slaughterers. What can we do? Even sixty plus years later I ask that question. Strange, but there was "comfort" in knowing I would see a holocaust monologue, would not get tangled up with images or feelings re sex, or annoyed at a play's self indulgence, which is possible at the Fringe. Could not muster the strength to troop over to the Bleeker Street theaters, to catch the musical from Toronto. Tonight, after my box office term? Sounds good, (the same musical), but when I am finished.....the head is always stimulated, the body deadened. See what happens and what is reported tomorrow.