We went to see a re-broadcast of Mozart’s, The Magic Flute, this afternoon at the cinema. It was my son’s first time. This one was song in English, making it easier to follow. It was also abridged, so it was only two hours long. A good first time opera.
As the opera was starting, I got a little weepy. I couldn’t help but be reminded of my old opera buddy, Ray. We got season tickets in the first balcony of the Lyric for several years. And here I was now, sitting next to this six and almost one half-foot tall young man doing it again. It didn’t seem that long ago that I was tucking him into bed, giving Sweetums a kiss and driving down to meet Ray at the theatre.
Afterward, we went out for pancakes and we talked about it. He really loved it. I’m so happy. It’s (almost) like old times.
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