We're going to see a production of Waiting for Godot this weekend and a performance of Purcell's Dido and Aeneas next week. Although S. can't muster up any enthusiasm for any prior reading of Beckett, I have no doubt he'll enjoy the play. On the other hand, he's already champing at the bit at the prospect of reading book IV of The Aeneid (the new Fagles edition brought home from the library expressly for this purpose) and I'm assuming he'll enjoy that prep work far more than he will the actual opera. Same goes for me as well; we seem to be lacking the opera gene in this household, but I'm willing to test that hypothesis with a free morning matinee at the university. Unfortunately, the performance is going to contain a lot of high tech elements--a personal pet peeve of S.'s (don't get him started on the version of The Tempest at the university last spring).
Otherwise, we've continued reading David Copperfield; we're at the midway point. I haven't touched The Book of Lost Things since last weekend but I hope to make some time for it this weekend.