Home, play, bald.

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I picked up Edda from after school camp on Friday afternoon and settled her onto the couch where she seemed to relax happily into the weekend.  I arranged for Ning to care for her in the evening so Jeremy and I could go together to Vince’s spring play.  There were two murder mystery plays: The Real Inspector Hound by Tom Stoppard & Murder in Black and White.

Vince worked lights, as usual, and took this photo of us seated from his perch up high and texted it to Jeremy.  Jeremy took one look at it and wondered if he was going bald.  I said it was just the light and that he wasn’t going bald, it was just very, very grey hair.  Then Jeremy made me take a photo of the back of his head to prove he wasn’t going bald. 

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I did not understand the Tom Stoppard play.  I mean, I kind of got it, but I had to read the wikipedia entry afterwards to understand some of the minor points.  Vince came down at intermission to say hello. 

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Here’s the lighting crew!  Somehow Vince is in a sleeping bag?!?

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