Nutcracker Blues

I’m feeling really homesick for Seattle.  Tonight is the last performance of Pacific Northwest Ballet’s Nutcracker.  Martha and I would go every Christmas, a tradition built up over 20 years as housemates.  Here’s the trailer:

Always the same performance, with only the dancers changing from year to year, and the same, brilliant Maurice Sendak set.  That didn’t matter.  It was a fixed point of pure pleasure in the year, and a forgetting of all the cares of the world.

On this freezing night of driving sleet, I want something to warm my hands and heart around.  And it’s thousands of miles away in another world.

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