Carol had a fall, misjudging where the chair was, when she and I went to see Suzanne Westenhoefer. Because of her artificial hip, it takes her a long time to heal from these. I gave her massages to help.
She and I went to hear The Barber of Seville, because our friend Kathy won tickets. Lawrence Brownlee was singing the lead beautifully. Because of her pain Carol found my movements irritating, so we left at the first intermission. She tells me I was moving more than usual, too. At first, this made me nervous I was going to have to stop going to shows. That was so upsetting, I wasn’t very supportive of her. Then, I calmed down and apologized.
Carol pointed out sitting on aisles would help. I know of one theater in town has a crying room. The next day, my friend Alice took me to the Metropolitan Opera auditions, and suggested I sit in the disabled section. In that venue the disabled section is nice and large, so I could have more space if I needed it. Also, other disabled people are more pleasant about my movement than average audience members.
The present moment is warm.