I sent my ex-wife a "Happy First Day of Spring" e-card today. When we were married, I always gave her flowers on the first day of Spring, as Spring is her favorite season with its potential of new and renewed hopes and dreams.
In response, I received, "I will be out of the office starting 03/19/2009 and will not return until 03/30/2009." Good for her, taking vacation around her favorite time of the year.
I had a good work day today, including a most delightful, and delicious, lunch with my manager. Once again, it was at the Pakistani food place in the back of Gopaks Bazaar convenience store on Hillsborough Street. I had two of the Kabob Wraps—just out of this world.
Jude and I had great lunch conversation—from race to gender to sexual identity to high school fringe groups to scholarships to coming out to a Marine dad. She told me about James Baldwin. Once back at the office, I logged into the Wake County Public Library, and put a hold on Selected Essays of James Baldwin.
I met Robert in Durham at Manbites Dog Theater at 8:00 for the 8:15 performance of The Overwhelming. Once again, Manbites delivered exceedingly fine theater.
I'm really terrible with things historical and current events in countries with whom we're not at war, but this play did a good job of easily conveying the Rwandan civil war between the Tutsis and the Hutus and all of its heartbreak and human suffering.
|Play synopsis: "We have a saying here: In Kigali, life expectancy is twelve hours, renewable." Rwanda, 1994: an American academic, in country with his family, searches for a missing friend, but finds instead a land on the brink of chaos, where nothing is what it seems, no one can be trusted, and the price of survival is more than he could have imagined.|
The Overwhelming is a gripping political thriller and a devastating exploration of one of the great human tragedies of our time.
I bought a reusable grocery bag, which were on sale in the lobby and whose proceeds go to feeding hungry children in Rwanda. It says "FEED" on one side and "100" on the other, as the purchase of one bag will feed 100 children in Rwanda.
On the way home, I took it into the Harris Teeter with, and having more than it could hold, and being in a self-service line (which I hate and only use when no serviced lines are open) with a bunch of people behind me, I did a major FAIL with it: