esrosedotblog

HORSE OPERA

Sliders open, we are offered a stereo blend of sound today.

On the left, we have the rodeo and western show occurring at the convention center and adjacent lots.

On the right, we have the annual Opera in the Park, young opera singers having a go at a fund raiser for the something or other.

Booker and John went to see the rodeo setup. They didn't see much. Booker gets very excited around horses as he lived at Airedale camp for a month where they also had horses around. He will get all up on his tip toes if he sees a horse trailer.

He did see some live sheep who, apparently, are used as a kid ride.

But the rodeo has caused some shit to be stirred here at home. Two evenings, they have opened the evening festivities with fire crackers. Not good. Booker hates this.

The first night he paced and wanted to go into the interior bath tub. Last night, we had just left the house for the evening walk when they went off again and nothing would do but to go home. We went out later and did a short walk and a poop but then back home again where the FM was turned up loud enough and the sliders had been closed. He was OK after that.

The opera, by contrast, is rather quiet. You have to really, really listen to hear anything.

I don't know what Booker's reaction would be if we were up close. I know that he howls when he hears a fire siren so maybe that would be his reaction to a high C.

A friend is the new President of the Opera Guild here and he is already beset with egos and temperaments. He would not need an Airedale's drama on top of everyone elses.

I hope he is doing well today. He is an old hand with singers as he is, himself, a tenor who has sung at the Met in NYC. Aida, the Messenger.

Good luck Ken.

Labels: animals, Booker, fun. music