The photo has nothing to do with the past weekend or this entry. It was suffering from claustrophobia on my hard drive and needed some fresh air.

On Saturday, we saw a production of Carl Sternheim's The Underpants, as adapted by Steve Martin. My favorite character was Versati, the melodramatic poet. He seduces the lady of the house and at the very moment she gives herself to him, he retreats to his room to immortalize her and their moment of heated passion in verse. One could see Martin's comedic fingerprints all over this hundred-year-old satire in the double entendres, hilarious one-liners and over-the-top performances. The audience was able to connect with the story and characters through his humor.

I spent most of Sunday moving bricks and assembling patio furniture. When completed, there will be a gazebo and three-person swing in the backyard. According to the pictures on the instruction booklets, the furniture will be sturdy and elegant. I don't know. We'll see how accurate those pictures really are when everything is built.