Company

A few nights ago, thanks to a reminder from a former soap friend who now works for PBS, we watched the public television presentation of the Stephen Sondheim show Company. Six months or more ago, when the performance was live at Lincoln Center, my job status was far too precarious to justify buying expensive theater or symphony tickets. Sadly, one shot events don't wait for when the timing is right for you. Happily, PBS makes it possible to enjoy theater, even when you can't afford it (okay, I admit it. I sound like a pledge drive.)
 
The effects of Company continue to pervade my apartment. Not only are we searching online to hear certain songs again, we are talking about certain moments in the show that spoke to us in one way or another. On one hand, it is an "other time and place" show, with references far over my daughters' heads. On the other hand, it really gets so many parts of the New York experience. And most important, it nails the contradictions of relationships perfectly.
 
It is not often that we watch something together, as a family. More often, we are on individual screens, enjoying separate entertainments, ranging from tennis to Slugterra to Glee. That is, I suppose, the perk of the time in which we live.
 
It's just nice when sometimes, we watch together. And even nicer when the "together" part lasts long after the actual watching is over.