Last weekend was our annual ‘double performance’ weekend at Houston Grand Opera. Friday night was ‘Sweeney Todd‘ (they’ve started including one musical in the season) and Saturday was ‘Die Walküre‘ I have a thing about knives and straight razors, so I was nauseous after Sweeney. This was the second time I’d seen, Walküre. I’d forgotten what an ordeal sitting through more than five hours of opera can be. It might not have been so bad if it had been a ‘traditional’ production with Viking helmets and breast plates, but this was decided a ‘modern production’ where you sit through the thing and thing “Well, that’s certainly odd…”
Anyroad, I had an hour or so free on Saturday afternoon before the marathon, so I wandered around Hermann Park, which was near our hotel, the ZaZa. It was a pretty day, but at 1,000 percent humidity, it was yet another reminder about why I would never live in Houston, ever.
The Runcible Existentialist 
Hermann park was an accidental find for me a few years ago when searching for a running trail on a business trip. I didn’t know there was a Japanese garden in Houston. I’m not sure how I would fair visiting it as “Japanese Gardens” puts in the expectation of slightly chilled air…which Houston didn’t even achieve when I was there on their “ice day” last year.
I’m sure there are a couple of days out of the year when the weather in Houston is tolerable…lol