When I was in college - way too many years ago to count - people talked to me. That's not to say they don't talk to me now, but at that point in time I was extremely shy and quiet, which made it easy to talk to me, I was more inclined to listen than to talk. I have a feeling that those who know me now might be surprised at this, I've since found my voice. Story for another time, however.
Lately my ears have been getting an unaccustomed workout. It seems that every time I turn around I'm being told some new 'secret' or about a new situation that calls for discretion. This is all well and good, I'm more than happy to listen, but I really don't feel qualified to be of much help in any of these situations except to sit and listen and offer a comforting shoulder or a word of encouragement. And assurance that the information will go no further. Which it won't.
I just wish I could do more. :(
Monday, May 28, 2012
Wednesday, May 23, 2012
What goes around...
My very favorite actor of all time is Alan Rickman. The delicious voice, the tall, lean body, the fantastic hair, did I mention the velvet voice? He was in a show called "Seminar" this fall, and I got permission from my hubby (it's not an inconsiderable amount of money and time) to go with a friend to NYC and see it. It would have been my first time to see Alan Rickman, and I was really looking forward to it. At the same time hubby was looking for a new job that would keep us in Texas instead of having to move to Arizona. He found a fantastic job, although it was a bit of a mixed blessing....I realized pretty quickly that the time I was planning on flying back east was the same time that he would be switching jobs, and that we would be a bit shorter on cash than usual. So I willingly gave up my plans to go see Seminar.
Fast forward to today. Several friends are seeing Kristin Chenoweth, one of my favorite singers in the big city to our north. In the past few years several of my favorite artists have come through the area, and I've not been able to see any of them, much to my disgust. Ok, lets be honest, I couldn't justify spending that kind of money on myself when we have three kids etc. etc. Well, I took a look at another one of my favorite artists, Idina Menzel, and realized she was going to be in San Antonio, Austin, and Dallas in the next few weeks. Y'all I've given up a lot in the name of my family in the last oh so many years, but I'm tired of never getting to see the people I want to see. So I sweet talked hubby into taking me to San Antonio June 12th to see Idina Menzel in concert there. Shhhhhh, I already bought the tickets...the only possible problem is that I have rehearsal for Camelot that night. I'm hoping the Maestro will forgive my absence, this is too good to miss!
Fast forward to today. Several friends are seeing Kristin Chenoweth, one of my favorite singers in the big city to our north. In the past few years several of my favorite artists have come through the area, and I've not been able to see any of them, much to my disgust. Ok, lets be honest, I couldn't justify spending that kind of money on myself when we have three kids etc. etc. Well, I took a look at another one of my favorite artists, Idina Menzel, and realized she was going to be in San Antonio, Austin, and Dallas in the next few weeks. Y'all I've given up a lot in the name of my family in the last oh so many years, but I'm tired of never getting to see the people I want to see. So I sweet talked hubby into taking me to San Antonio June 12th to see Idina Menzel in concert there. Shhhhhh, I already bought the tickets...the only possible problem is that I have rehearsal for Camelot that night. I'm hoping the Maestro will forgive my absence, this is too good to miss!
Monday, May 21, 2012
Well this is a pretty to do. I am a public school employee here in muggy, hot, mosquito ridden, Gulf Coast Texas. (The land of big hair-frizz is inevitable; big trucks, and sometimes even bigger egos!) We are fortunate enough to be in our last week of school (Finally!) and unfortunately that means bringing paperwork home to figure percentages and get ready to do progress reports. A friend recommended a perfectly lovely movie to me, "De Lovely". Heaven only knows how I've missed this one, but it was the perfect accompaniment to grading. Until the end....when I cried me a river right here on the bed. He warned me, but I don't think I quite believed him, I should have had more tissues at the ready. Anyway, if you like Cole Porter music, I highly recommend this movie.
I was already pretty much of an emotional mess from De Lovely when I opened an email from my mother regarding an aunt of mine that has been ill. She's been fighting cancer now for over a year, and it's not looking good. This aunt is only 12 years older than I am, she turns sixty in July, and there is some doubt as to whether she will make it. In the last week or so she's started telling the family that she hopes to make it to September so that she can sit on the beach in the warm sand. The implied meaning is that she wants to do this one more time before she dies. There are no words for the amount of sadness I feel. When I was growing up, as an only child, she was the closest thing to an older sister I had, she was there with advice, always available to talk or two listen. The pain of her going, and going in such a fashion is heartbreaking.
My mother will in all likelihood be flying back to her home town very soon, she and her other sister were going to wait until my Aunt's birthday in July to go back and visit, they are afraid if they wait they may not get to see her at all.
As trite as it is, treasure your moments together, they are fleeting and pass all too quickly.
I was already pretty much of an emotional mess from De Lovely when I opened an email from my mother regarding an aunt of mine that has been ill. She's been fighting cancer now for over a year, and it's not looking good. This aunt is only 12 years older than I am, she turns sixty in July, and there is some doubt as to whether she will make it. In the last week or so she's started telling the family that she hopes to make it to September so that she can sit on the beach in the warm sand. The implied meaning is that she wants to do this one more time before she dies. There are no words for the amount of sadness I feel. When I was growing up, as an only child, she was the closest thing to an older sister I had, she was there with advice, always available to talk or two listen. The pain of her going, and going in such a fashion is heartbreaking.
My mother will in all likelihood be flying back to her home town very soon, she and her other sister were going to wait until my Aunt's birthday in July to go back and visit, they are afraid if they wait they may not get to see her at all.
As trite as it is, treasure your moments together, they are fleeting and pass all too quickly.
Friday, May 18, 2012
An open, blank canvas
I am not quite sure what I'll do with this space yet, for the short term it's likely to become either a covert comentary on the wildly exciting world of community theater or the sob story of the mother of a senior in high school...and that may depend on whether potent liquor has been consumed or not!
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