Friday, November 15 ...
Anyway, as you may or may not know, I’ve been working on our house pretty much non-stop over the past several months, but this the weekend of November 15 -17 was my birthday weekend so I decided I deserved a break from various crap and I was just gonna take it easy.
Friday night we went to Nell’s play at school, The Importance of Being Earnest, where she played Lady Bracknell and was quite good, as was, indeed, the entire cast and play. It was sort of an “event” because all four of Nell’s grandparents came to the play, driving down from Seattle (or, more accurately, Bothell and Whidbey Island) and Jeff, Nell’s dad, came down to. A splendid time was had by all ...
Lady Bracknell: Good afternoon, dear Algernon, I hope you are behaving very well.
Algernon: I’m feeling very well, Aunt Augusta.
Lady Bracknell: That’s not quite the same thing. In fact the two things rarely go together.
Pardon me, you are not engaged to any one. When you do become engaged to some one, I, or your father, should his health permit him, will inform you of the fact. An engagement should come on a young girl as a surprise, pleasant or unpleasant, as the case may be.
I have always been of opinion that a man who desires to get married should know either everything or nothing. Which do you know?
To lose one parent, Mr. Worthing, may be regarded as a misfortune; to lose both looks like carelessness.
I do not know whether there is anything peculiarly exciting in the air of this particular part of Hertfordshire, but the number of engagements that go on seems to me considerably above the proper average that statistics have laid down for our guidance.
To speak frankly, I am not in favour of long engagements. They give people the opportunity of finding out each other’s character before marriage, which I think is never advisable.
... and afterwards we all went (minus Veleda and Ray, Claudia’s parents aka Nell’s maternal grandparents, who were rather tired after the long drive and play) for ice cream at Baskin Robbins.