We are now having the kind of winter that would probably put anyone off on, say wanting to move to Seattle. On a positive angle, this wet weather is great for what grows outback and the talk of drought in the area is suddenly very quiet. Welcome to the new year indeed.
The winter Omicron surge has taken form interestingly here in San Francisco. Everybody continues to be in different places. There are many folks that have upped their mask game (N95) and even are wearing them outside, others remain rooted in habits they’ve created with cloth masks for indoors. On the morning BART train, I generally sit away from the person who decides it’s okay for his/her nose to be outside.
It’s been an unusually quiet off-season (what I call the non-softball time of the year) for us. This is certainly tied to the current weather and COVID but Garry and I are making it around to see movies and theatre. We are stealthily picking our spots with non-heavy attendance showings (with the exception of the new Spider-man film).
A week ago we went to see New Conservatory Theatre Center’s production of Martin Sherman’s Gently Down the Stream. It was a very good production, nicely acted: Donald Currie (Beau), Daniel Redmond (Rufus), and Sal Mattos (Harry). It’s a romance between an older man and a younger one that is short-term but a friendship that isn’t. The playwright uses that generational difference to take us through a sweeping LGBT history tour that is worthwhile and certainly gives Donald Currie some sweet monologues. He nails each one.
The seats inside the small theatre continue to give folks space between blocks of tickets sold. Garry and I had no one to our left and right. It was not sold out and everybody had to wear a mask throughout the entire performance. The show must go on.
The Beard and the Cap 
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