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I am totally crevée, in Brit-speak "shattered" or "knackered" or, as my mom would say, totally pooped. Typical Monday morning.

Friday night I went to see a performance of The Magic Flute at Wolf Trap with folks from the ward. It was my first time to Wolf Trap - it's one of the major venues in the Washington DC area - and only my second time to see an opera. Faithful readers may recall last summer's excursion to the San Francisco opera; Friday night's experience was very different. Instead of a baroque 19th century building with modern acoustics, we were outside on a beautiful summer night, with lawn seats on a grassy slope and a clear, if distant, view of the stage. (Thankfully two of us brought binoculars.) In addition to the stars overhead, we had to contend with bugs and planes flying from nearby Dulles International Airport. Plus the audience clapped after each segment, which I hadn't heard before, and people left during the intermission and during the curtain calls. Traffic, maybe? One of the women in my ward played a key supporting role so it was fun trying to pick her out from under the stage make-up and headdress. My favorite performers were the three boys playing the spirits guiding the main characters, who didn't seem fazed by the packed audience before them.

Then on Saturday we tested our new (free) Flexcar membership by venturing to the Ikea in College Park MD and then a pool party in Oxon Hill for a former colleague with whom I worked in Burkina Faso. She's now the country director in Burundi and has since adopted a little girl so we were eager to catch up with her. Ikea was quite the experience. We circulated for two hours, replenished ourselves with a plate of meatballs, and finally exited with less than $50 of merchandise. I was pretty proud of that.

Onward. We got lost. Several times. We ended up in Fairfax VA. Who knew that the 495/95, south, west, east, north, all got so confusing? Plus MoBob's African driving instincts all came out - poor baby drove hunched over, concentrating with his new eyeglasses on, and zoomed in and out with elan and strategic honking. We finally ended up at the pool party in one piece, two hours after leaving Ikea.

Sunday I managed to drag myself to church, and then conked out when I got home. And went to bed early. Still tired - and no, I'm not pregnant.
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On August 20th, 2007 05:18 pm (UTC), clynne commented:
FLEXCAR! AWESOME!
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On August 20th, 2007 06:03 pm (UTC), ticklethepear replied:
We'll probably use it during our SoCal trip too - I can't imagine MB on the 405.
On August 20th, 2007 11:02 pm (UTC), (Anonymous) replied:
Yeah, it's a good thing. We've decided to remain a one-car family (our other vehicle is still a Cannondale), and should we ever feel the need for a second car, then do FlexCar (which, as you might suppose, is big here in Portland).

JaneAnne
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