My house in La Cañada has turned into a sweatshop.
Few days ago, I wrote about a giant teapot that appeared in the living room. Then came a teacup big enough to drown in. Now it’s a plague of frogs.
It’s the fault of my wife, Maggie, the costumer for the try-anything Pacific Opera Project of Eagle Rock With three part-time volunteers who have jobs of their own but come in whenever they can, she is working garment district hours for three performances of Maurice Ravel’s opera about a little boy’s nightmares, “L’enfant et les Sortilèges,” at Occidental College this coming Saturday afternoon.
The frogs aren’t just pretty faces, by the way: they are ballet dancers too.










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