Killing Time

Sitting here waiting for Rachael, I find myself listening to some opera on NPR. I wish I liked opera more. That is to say, I wish I liked it at all. Except for the occasional piece that I might remember from an old Looney Toon, it doesn't do much for me. I like the music. I'm not much of a fan of the singing. Dad liked it, so a part of me feels like I should too. Of course, Dad liked pickled herring and I won't even look at it if I'm not forced to. The most I ever got out of opera is that I found it was a good way to tease my kids when we would drive around on our Saturday errands. Maybe that's the connection. Maybe that's why I'm listening to it now.