3 posts tagged “winter”
***I am sleeping downstairs because it is too.darn.cold (for me) to sleep upstairs.
That said, I said worn down one side of the couch and am switching ends for tonight.
Warm weather? please?
***I am drinking lots of Green Tea.
I have always wanted to drink green tea.
Because it's hip. Because I like green. Because sometimes I need a hot decaf beverage.
But alas, I always found the stuff gross, UNTIL.
Celestial Seasonings Green Tea with Anitoxident Supplement
Seriously. It's tasty. Not that I would know for all the honey I glop into each cup.
I know, I am a bad girl.
**I am discovering that I am as disorganized online as off. I have resisted tagging.
Now I have thousands of untagged photos, posts, etc that I will have to comb through painstakingly to regain any sens of order. ARGH. I spent a couple hours moving flickr photos around and beginning to tag and thematically present some of my photos.
It's a start.
First, I've been remembering a certain kind of sadness
and am discovering it is the sound of my furnace fan.
The cycle-- it buzzes as the fire lights and then the fan blows,
finally just as you've adjusted to the the white noise, it cuts off
and slowly the chill in the room returns until . . . it buzzes again.
Just those sounds and the subtle temperature changes that accompany them trigger so many memories.
Christmases in this house. Recent winter's past-- most significantly this seasonal transition when I notice these sounds and feelings most.
Two years ago it was day after day of me sitting at the computer researching CATS costumes, threading tails, knitting --
friendless save for my family and the comfort of television and online personalities. In some ways I miss those days.
A year ago this season was full of people, most of whom I couldn't trust, many of whom I have since "lost."
And what will I remember next year? Limbo? Confusion? Work? Neglect? Grief?
Or grading papers, watching movies and eating the foods of my childhood?
My mama has been cooking.
Yesterday she made and brought me ham salad.
Today I went to their house for soup beans.
And she made me rice krispie treats so gooey you have to eat them with a spoon.
Just how I like them.
And as she was cooking I realized she is the sole bearer
now that grandma is gone
of all the family traditions, stories and recipes that I don't already know.
My goal this Thanksgiving is to gain a few more of them for myself.
I have paid more attention than most where those things are concerned,
yet it doesn't feel like enough.
And I suspect it never will.
On Friday night I saw The Light in the Piazza (AKA The light in the Pizza, the pizza play, itsapizza, pizza delivery . . can you tell my friends and I act like we're five?) national tour in Pittsburgh.
That show is LUSH. It is visually stunning. And I have long loved Adam Guettel's music-- nevermind that as the grandson of Richard and son of Mary Rodgers he is musical theatre royalty!
I quite liked the performances, too.
Especially these two. Elena Shaddow for so many of her acting choices. Not that her voice isn't awesome, it is. But she allows her characterization to affect her singing, which I love and I think other Claras don't allow to happen as much. (With the exception of Celia Keenan-Bolger before the show went to Broadway)
And Christine Andreas. Her Laurey in Oklahoma! (in the first Broadway revival back in- I believe- 1980) is my favorite. She is still so beautiful and elegant. Her voice has this very 1950's Judy Garland/Doris Day quality. It makes me happy and was so appropriate for this show. I think I (nobody shoot me) like her better than Victoria Clark, who actually won a Tony for the role and who I already thought was perfect as Margaret.
And those clothes. I want them all.
Alright, enough musical geekiness. Though have I bitched yet about how I had to waste tickets to CATS last week when we got a snow storm? If I didn't, there it is. As I said before, I now have an incredibly expensive souvenir of this year's winter weather. And what you say? There's six inches outside now? And a couple inches of sleet today, too?
Oh goody gumdrops!
UGH.
Can you tell I am trapped at home with a raging headache and no soda or pills to dull the pain?
Oh, and I should maybe mention I went to see 5 Women Wearing the Same Dress at Frostburg last night. Most of the performances were really funny. It's a great play, well written by Alan Ball, creator of the best tv show ever.
Okay, I am off to sleep the day away until the Academy Awards broadcast, whereupon I will wake up to watch and be sad because I am not performing for a living. (Though it shouldn't be the same sob fest that the Tony's usually are for me.)
I know. . . i know. . .
