Wooster

In a few days, Anthony and I will be heading off to the Ohio Light Opera where he will be singing for the fourth summer.   I am finding myself looking forward to the quaintness of the quiet town.  A few summers ago when I first arrived in Wooster I thought that the town was rundown and dying.  Now I have been to Binghamton and understand that Wooster is still in excellent shape.  There are still new developments being built in the area and it is still attracting new commerce.  Honestly I am not sure if it is attracting any new industries, but hope still has a presence in the small – all American town.   Spending time in a town where hope has not died will be a wonderful thing after the time we have had in New York (not the city). 

Last weekend we stayed a couple of nights in Wooster – to take a few things down and for an audition in Dayton.  By the time we had been there just a few hours Anthony was acting more like his energetic – excited – motivated self than I had seen him act in several months.  I also found my spirits lifted – people there had nice things to say and were interested in having short, but very human sorts of conversations.  The clerk at the hotel recognized Anthony and me from last summer.  It is a small thing, but makes a difference and is so nice.  I am not sure what I will be doing for employment for the summer, but nonetheless I am finding myself looking forward to our few months in the humid, warm, green, hopeful paradise that is Wooster, Ohio. 

Blog

One of the reasons I started a blog is so that I could keep people up to date on our adventures.  I have found it to be a difficult task.  I don’t want to say too much that is negative.  I prefer being positive.  I want to tell everyone everything that is happening, but not much is happening.  It ends up that the life of a young opera singer and his wife is not all that exciting.  I go to work every day – and try to be there by 8:00 AM.  I take a lunch starting somewhere between 1:30 PM and 2:00 PM.  I leave work at 5:00 PM.  I arrive home between 5:15 and 5:20.  Anthony generally has at least a few hours during the day at home with not much scheduled, so the dishes are always done and dinner is frequently already on the stove or in the oven.  We sit down and have dinner and a bit of conversation and maybe play a game.  Then, Anthony frequently leaves in the evening for some sort of rehearsal. 

Honestly, it almost feels like it did a few years ago, before I  went back to school and Anthony spent his evenings doing community theatre.  It is a little uncanny.  This time though, I know it is furthering opera opportunities – well, at least we hope it is.

Eyes

A few weeks ago Anthony and I went and had eye exams.  It was not such a big thing, until we went to pay… Holy Cow!  Expensive!  I just hope that my new glasses (once I get them) last six years like my current ones have, although comparatively, the frames were not too expensive.   Those darned lenses… too bad they are the part that Anthony and I need to actually see.  

Speaking of seeing, I was not expecting to have to have my eyes dilated… well it happened, and boy, my pupils got nearly as big as my irises.   It looked like I was possessed or something as I was looking in the mirror at possible frames.  I am not even sure what some of them looked like because all I could really focus on was how crazy my eyes looked.  It is a good thing that we went back later to look at glasses again, otherwise who knows what I would have chosen.  Scary thought.  The other problem with having my eyes dilated is that I had to wear those stupid plastic inserts you put between your face and your glasses to block some of the light.  Apparently, the inserts were not made for people like me – they rested about an inch above the glasses and refused to rest straight up and down, but instead rested just below my lower eyelids, causing me to blink way too often.  Not only that, but the drops made me nauseous and a little sleepy.  I don’t know about you, but excessive blinking plus tired while driving is not a good combination.  Oh, well. The nausea passed and I stayed awake the rest of the day at work and nobody died as a result of my driving.  In addition to that, in about a week I will have a new pair of glasses.  Nobody will recognize me – I will look so different.  Not only that, I will see them better too.