Mondays, Monday in Postcards 4

  • Dec. 15, 2014, 11:22 a.m.
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The ice skating rink outside Horton Plaza.

We had a delightful dinner by the bay, then went downtown for desert before the concert. Horton Plaza was open. They had a Ben and Jerry’s ice cream place…which we patronized, but the rest of the mall was almost empty. The farther we got from the front of the mall, the more empty stores we encountered. At the height of the Holiday shopping season, while all the other local malls are jammed with customers, the dramatic architecture of Horton Plaza was almost devoid of decoration. No carols, no music of any kind to jostle the few shoppers into seasonal feelings. It was one of the saddest things I’d seen in years.


Built in the 1920’s, the now restored Balboa Theater proscenium arch with side fountains.

The Gay Men’s Chorus’ singing was flat out glorious.

“I’m feeling the holiday now that I’ve heard them sing,” George told me on the way home.

I confess, I’m still humming some of the music. There was a good sized crowd to appreciate the large variety of holiday songs. Jewish, Russian, contemporary, classical, blues, and the traditional. We doted on it all. Toe tapping was the name of the game.


Upper balcony.

We had a group of four old friends to our right in the front row of our wonderful Loge seats. One of them had sung in the chorus years ago. To our left was a young lady….perhaps in her thirties, who arrived with a glass of wine. Came back with a second glass of wine, and lastly, as the second half began, with a scotch and water. Moments later she passed out and missed all the glory of the season.


Mage in the Loge.




  • Himself: Work, meeting, baking bread. He’s a comfortable man today.

  • Herself: Dozing, posting pictures here or there on the web, shopping, picking up the house. Simplicity. Baked potatoe and salad for dinner.

  • Reading: Another light bit of fluff with a similar plot line to the last. Always wonder why I bring them home….Title? Photo on the cover?

  • Balance: Lunch.


Last updated December 15, 2014


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