Drama

Who needs the theater when Burt is so dramatic.*

His declaration that we’ll all be dead if we go this way or that might (or not) be out of a sincere fear.

It is, however, always on cue.

Going out is still fraught with lord knows what, but he doesn’t fail at making it an event.

Complaints about how long we’ll be out and that wherever we are is crowded lace the outing like tight running shoes.

Today, since he said he did not want to go to the pickle ball court, we tracked through the streets to sit to eat.

He would not. At home, he told me that he was looking forward to going to see pickle ball next week.

*I told him that (that his drama had taken the place of my going to the theater. Later, (relatedly?) he offered to take me to a show.