Today my aunt Shirley who is here from England for a week accompanied me on a Beethoven sonata. My mother refused to play the second movement with me because the piano part is harder than the cello part, and she considered that unfair. But after hearing us, she said that she liked the piece and would learn the second movement. That was fun.
In the evening, we went to a play called Meshuga Nutcracker, which is a Jewish spoof on Tchaikowsky’s Nutcracker. I enjoyed it tremendously. The philosophy behind it essentially agreed with everything I had been taught at least in elementary school. Those were good times. Part of its charm was that it was designed for all the people who are fed up with and are disgusted by Christmas. I honestly abhor Christmas, and it is always comforting to know that I am not entirely alone facing a world that disagrees with me. Too many people treat me as if I’m from another planet when they talk to me. “What?! You didn’t do busywork in high school just so that you could get a high grade and not learn a thing?” “What?! You didn’t study for the SATs just so that you could get into the best colleges?” For once I was not alone in my eccentricity.