When is a drought not a drought?
Three point one inches overnight last night. Fifty degrees this morning, cloud cover is higher with a break here and there, but it’s still sprinkling steadily though drying up before showing more than spots about an inch apart. Oh, say . . . check that . . . getting a little shower right now.
The sky was flashing all around when we came out of San Antonio Ballet’s lavish production of Coppelia last night, but there was little precip or even thunder. We RUSHED home to see if Meli had already dug a hole through the kitchen door or was otherwise climbing the walls. She had done a little digging, but wasn’t yet in a panic. The next hours were another story though as lightning, thunder, and hail got her pulse up to sustained astonishing rate. It was after three before the storm settled enough for everybody to get some sleep.
The ballet was really delightful; first event for me in the Lila Cockrell Theater. (They did a great job overhauling that old place.) Scout had a small role in the third act (called “prayer”) along with seven other little girls. Three acts, the first very long, the second and third maybe about 20 minutes. I think all together pretty grueling for the lead dancers who were at times, spectacular. Stage was deep and vast so when the whole company was out the relationship between bodies, movement, and spatial volume gave me chills.