I refuse to take any more pictures of snowy scenes. I am done. Kaput. No more. Do you hear me, oh ye pesky weather gods? Whisk your frozen alabaster flakes off to another hemisphere.
For an absolutely moving story of a planet plunged into an Ice Age and how it’s inhabitants learn to “make sense of, and finally transcend their own imminent extinction” I recommend with all my heart “THE MAKING OF THE REPRESENTATIVE FOR PLANET 8” by Doris Lessing. This is the fourth novel from her series “CANOPUS IN ARGOS: ARCHIVES” which Jerry and I have both been enthralled with for many years. I might complain of another snowy morning, but, like many of my friends, wonder at my right to whine when we have not been hit by earthquakes or tornadoes or close by nuclear disasters. I try to balance tending my own domain with taking in the news and extending out compassion to the best of my ability. What about you?
At last night’s rehearsal of THE BROTHERS GRIMM I fell into hysterics during the Monster’s Lair scene. The Monster (Joey Siemienak) roaring and stomping high atop his painter’s stilts suddenly falls into the lap of his nit-picking Mamá (Danielle Meyer). Being a very busy Monster ravaging mountain sides by day for live goats to ingest it is helpful to have such a personal groomer, even if that mother is a manic tango dancer and must deviously pluck out three of your golden hairs to give to another lad.
As always with live theatre there is much work to be done in a short time. So we all cross our fingers and continue to work bit by bit, happy when things come together and fret some when it doesn’t. Such is the nature of theatre. Just glad I’m not Julie Taymor directing the overly-industrious and accident-ridden production “SPIDER MAN” on Broadway. Ooh! Just found out she resigned and was replaced with a veteran Broadway director, Phil McKinley.
So, my life is relatively easy. Now I just need to learn how to accurately play the piano parts that I wrote!