...you want to avoid on a beautiful Saturday in mid-April. However, we had tickets, as part of the season package, and so, the grubby jeans and ragged t-shirt had to be changed. Church Basement Ladies, the last episode—unless they do more. Actually quite good, quite professional. Excellent audio, not way too loud as most amateur productions tend to be. The auditorium was packed, but almost exclusively with people of advanced age (even older than me). And they were enthusiastic. Any line or gag that I found mildly amusing met with uproarious laughter.

It was a good show, and I should't put it down, but I did leave at intermission, to walk home, take Pax for a bike run, and then get to work on some carpentry projects. At times like this it becomes increasingly clear that the defect in my character is only getting worse.

Arriving early for the Church Basement.

Here, the burned prairie is coming back to life—a green fuzz spreading across the land.

And here be a small sample of all the maple bud scales that have coated the neighborhood.