I am so excited! Today is one of the few times of the year when I am allowed to leave the house and go out in public with my husband! I know that, me being a woman, means that I am inferior to the men, and it makes perfect sense for me to stay in the house all day. I mean, I'm a woman! Who would cook, clean, weave, and look after the children if not for us - certainly not the men! For once, I won't be kept busy all day with my chores. I can go out, watch some theater, and enjoy myself!
The festival in honor of Dionysus starts today, and I will be able to see all sorts of plays, composed by writers from different parts of Greece. I do hope that good tragedies are performed. I absolutely adore a nice, heart-wrenching tale of some sad warrior trying to get home after war and things like that. They are just so realistic! The comedies are o.k, but I don't enjoy them as much. I bet everyone feels the same way as me - that must be why there are three days of festival for tragedies and one day for comedy!
I need to get ready and primp up. I go dress in my best tunic, and when I emerge from my rooms, I find my two children, one boy and one girl, eagerly waiting for me.
"Papa told me to tell you that he is going to have some friends over for dinner, so you cannot eat with him tonight," my elder daughter informs me. I feel a small twinge of disappointment. I had been hoping to dine with my husband, but, as I am a woman, I must do what he tells me, and if he wants company, who am I to complain? However, I am still so pleased about going out today, and I will not let this evening spoil how much fun I will have at the festival. I smile down at my children and take their hands.
"Let's go find Papa so that we can go to the festival!" I say, happily. My five-year-old son cheers, and my eight-year-old daughter breaks into a grin. I am glad that they are so joyful today, just like me. I think everyone should be able to feel this light on a beautiful, sunny day like this. I feel as though I am dancing on light, I am so jubilant.
My smiling husband greets us at the door to our house. He holds open the door and motions for us to leave. I wish that I could jump and leap over the threshold as my children do, but I must contain my excitement. I am a grown woman. We do not do such things. My children release my hands to run ahead of us, and my husband takes my right one. We smile. We walk out into the beautiful, sunny day, to enjoy ourselves.
The festival in honor of Dionysus starts today, and I will be able to see all sorts of plays, composed by writers from different parts of Greece. I do hope that good tragedies are performed. I absolutely adore a nice, heart-wrenching tale of some sad warrior trying to get home after war and things like that. They are just so realistic! The comedies are o.k, but I don't enjoy them as much. I bet everyone feels the same way as me - that must be why there are three days of festival for tragedies and one day for comedy!I need to get ready and primp up. I go dress in my best tunic, and when I emerge from my rooms, I find my two children, one boy and one girl, eagerly waiting for me.
"Papa told me to tell you that he is going to have some friends over for dinner, so you cannot eat with him tonight," my elder daughter informs me. I feel a small twinge of disappointment. I had been hoping to dine with my husband, but, as I am a woman, I must do what he tells me, and if he wants company, who am I to complain? However, I am still so pleased about going out today, and I will not let this evening spoil how much fun I will have at the festival. I smile down at my children and take their hands.
"Let's go find Papa so that we can go to the festival!" I say, happily. My five-year-old son cheers, and my eight-year-old daughter breaks into a grin. I am glad that they are so joyful today, just like me. I think everyone should be able to feel this light on a beautiful, sunny day like this. I feel as though I am dancing on light, I am so jubilant.
My smiling husband greets us at the door to our house. He holds open the door and motions for us to leave. I wish that I could jump and leap over the threshold as my children do, but I must contain my excitement. I am a grown woman. We do not do such things. My children release my hands to run ahead of us, and my husband takes my right one. We smile. We walk out into the beautiful, sunny day, to enjoy ourselves.
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