Swoosh, Zoom, Bang: It's Christmas
Wow. One week until Christmas Break. This is nutso. Every year I am amazed anew. The school year is tumbling along its course. Harney is hoping to earn $45,000 from her Art Auction in the school gym. I can't afford to go because it's $15.00 to get in to the school gym to bid on her fine art. Danny changed the date of the play twice and pretended both times that I just wrote it down wrong, even though he was right there both times watching me write it and say it out loud ten or twelve hundred times. Yesterday, Susan Castillo announced the tossing out of CIM and CAM. Hold on tight to the pendulum that is education. Weeeeeeeeee! Until it makes you puke.
Myself, I am tired. We're nearing run-through rehearsal stage and then there's 2 weeks off for all of them to forget their lines. Yikes. But seriously, I will send you the dvd of Alex, Krystal and Angela signing "Double Double Toil and Trouble; Fire Burn and Cauldron Bubble" [WORK WORK; TROUBLE TROUBLE; FIRE down by the floor, up to their faces; make a cauldron out of Angela's wheel chair and Angels signs BOIL and Krystal and Alex make big bubbles with their hands above her head.] Damn cute! And Melissa made me cry with her Greek tragedy Cassandra as she goes to her death, translated to a soldier shot in war. It kills. So, I have a little hope for improvement. :)
The play is called Elaborate Starlight. It is a series of monologues that show the uniqueness and inconsistency of individual human beings. There are excerpts from the ancient Greek, Ecclesiastes, Taoist texts, Yeats, Ben Johnson, Shakespeare, Lord Buckley and Free to Be You and Me. The characters are a wise janitor, a meth addict, a dying soldier, Hermione and Andromache of Troy on the Jerry Springer Show, a 1920's flapper who gets drunk with a bear, middle school nerds in love with the popular boys... But I do go on.
Life is good. The household rocks. Except the heating bill. Gas went way up and now I am very chilly. Two more weeks and it starts getting lighter and lighter again. Before you know it we will be spit out, exhausted and happy right in the middle of summer, right in the middle of the lake, perhaps right in the middle of the night, swimming under the warm, starry sky. Oh, so hard to imagine as I sit here shivvvvering in December.
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