I feel as if I’ve learned a lot this week. One, I determined that my lawnmower was defective. I could not start it. My neighbor Kyle could not start it. Neither could his roommate. And so I took it back. (I hated that %^*@! lawnmower. The way it would just sit there, squinting up at me, silent and not mowing.) In the course of doing this I also learned that lawnmowers do not go gently into the trunks of Honda Civics.
I also realized that the ancient Met production of Le Nozze di Figaro that I had on the list for this weekend was designed by . . . Jean-Pierre Ponnelle! There has been a little bit of a Ponnelle party going on lately and I figured that if some is good more must be better how could this possibly go wrong I would be part of the problem rather than part of the solution.