Went to see Turnadot at the San Francisco War Memorial Opera House. Puccini’s final work. My understanding was that he didn’t finish it. I don’t know how much of it was finished before he died, but it was finished perfectly on stage. The spectical of opera always lightens my spirit and my mind. The talent of the performers, the costumes, the stage dressing….AMAZING. I’m blessed to have a friend who loves the opera and invites me along. Turnadot is my hero and my new favorite opera. She was cold, unfeeling and sort of a man hater, but she melted and cried when she finally fell in love. She gives me hope that I will feel again and maybe find love…beyond the concept anyway.
Had a bite to eat at the Blue Muse by the garage I parked at and played with my phone and just enjoying my own company.
The opera soothes the savage beast as well, as shampooing the carpet. Something far more respectable in my opinion.
