It’s a chilly Sunday afternoon, already snowing, the wind blowing with impressive strength.  Things are expected to get significantly worse, with predictions of up to two feet of snow for New York City.  Just in time to re-bury the cars that were only recently dug out from our last storm.  All as Mother Nature demands, and the human manipulations of climate encourage, our vociferous denials notwithstanding.

Stormy Sundays are good for cooking at home, and eating in.  For catching up on reading, TV watching, and cleaning.  And dare I say, for writing.  Today’s inspiration–or prompt–for this post comes from an opera my husband and I saw just last night.  It was a staging of a story I read in book form more than two decades ago, The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier and Clay.  As with most books I read, I recalled the basic outline, but not the details of how the story evolved, so there was nothing repetitive about my seeing the book brought to life on the stage of the Metropolitan Opera.  And as someone deeply invested in supporting Jewish stories, art, and so on, especially in the aftermath of October 7th, with its endless series of cultural and even thought boycotts, I was determined to support this opera with my presence.

We had nosebleed seats in the Family Circle, but thanks to the digital titles offered at each seat, I could follow the story without strain, the only effort being to read. listen, and watch as simultaneously as I could manage.  It was well worth the effort. ........

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