A Satisfying Bloodbath

I sat utterly enthralled by Maria Callas singing in this morning's Lucia de Lammamoor, a rebroadcast of her only appearance at the Met in 1956. This opera has everything; gorgeous music, intrigue, thwarted love, heartbreak, madness, blood and piles of bodies. An all around good time was had by all. And next week? Madam Butterfly, another woman who goes over the edge for love.

When the Patient went up to the Farmers' Market this morning he made a detour to the hardware store to buy a new set of clippers. This afternoon he cut and trimmed everything in the garden. The oleanders are now a manageable height. The lavender has been cut down to the stub. More tomorrow. And for dinner? Sweet potato, steamed veggies, a tiny bit of grilled pork. The swelling has made it more difficult to swallow but the taste of food is improving every day. Tomorrow may be pancakes and bacon again. I see a taco in his future. And soon.