Monday, July 28, 2008
Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead, by the way, was wonderful.
Sunday, July 27, 2008
But the Andersons got more than one show last night, I'm afraid to say. The tale I'm about to unfold is so strange, I honestly can say that you had to be there to appreciate it, but I shall attempt to tell it true.
There is a little outdoor amphitheater where the show was to be held. Some people bring chairs and some blankets. A few hardy souls bring nothing and sit right on the grass or hard concrete steps. Last year we took a blanket and it sucked sitting on the ground all that time, so this time it was chairs.
As we scan for a place to sit, we spy a nice open spot right behind a blanket that's been spread on the concrete. There's a girl sleeping on this blanket using a wadded up beach towel for a pillow. She has an empty plastic cup clutched in one sleeping hand. This girl isn't just napping though, she appears to be passed out cold. We set up our chairs behind this snoozing person and wait for the show to start. I gaze down at the sleeper and notice a good sized spider on the back of her bare thigh. As a wonder if I should brush it off, the spider scurries up and over her bottom, up her back, into her hair and back out, OVER HER EAR, finally jumping off the top of her head. I wanted to scream.
Fifteen minutes later the show starts and the sleeping girl slumbers on. Occasionally she turns or fidgets. Soon she is directly in front of me and the Boy giving us a total view up her too short shorts to reveal her black and white stripped panties. Adjusting this part of her clothing now becomes part of her nocturnal activities as well. There have been plenty of more spiders and ants using her as a highway this whole time as well.
The players are booming on the stage, acting their hearts out, but still our favorite audience member prefers her dreams. This goes on for two hours.
Finally, right when Hamlet accepts Laertes challenge of a duel, Sleeping Beauty sits up. She doesn't look disoriented at all. Actually she looks very comfortable in her surroundings. She adjusts all her bits and pieces some more, rummages through her purse and finally settles in for a smoke. For a short while she actually pays attention to the excellent sword fight on the stage but then decides to do some texting instead.
Everyone is dead on the stage and Horatio is giving his sad, sad speech to end the play. Our theater lover is folding up her beach towel and her blanket, luckily she doesn't stand right in front of me to do all this. She locates her high heel shoes and picks up all her stuff just as Fortinbras delivers the last lines. While the cast takes it bows, she picks her way through the dark going who knows where.
Tonight is Rosencrantzs and Guildenstern Are Dead. I do hope we can watch this play with her again. She added so much to the performance. Hamlet will never be the same for any of us again.
Friday, July 25, 2008
Like I said, it was the Fourth of July and we thought, for some misguided reason, that going to CP would be a good idea. Unfortunately everyone else within a ten hour drive of the place had the same thought. The place was packed. We didn't get there until around 5Pm and our only goal was to ride the Millennium and see the fireworks. We ended up getting in plenty of rides, including the Millennium before nightfall.
We headed down to the beach for the fireworks show. The Man created us all amazingly comfortable beach recliners dug into the sand. Mine came complete with a headrest thanks to my bag. The beach was filling up fast and it wasn't long before we were surrounded on all sides.
Right behind us there were two young men. It was obvious that they were employees of the park who were off duty. One was Slovenian or Slovakian, I didn't quite catch it. The other (and I'm tipping my hand in this story by naming him this) was the Stupidest American on the Beach. I'm just going to script out their conversation, along with my reactions. The fireworks show was going on this entire time, but it wasn't so loud as to drown out this unfortunate conversation.
Eastern European Tax Break Employee: In my country the fireworks are much brighter, much higher.
Idiot: Oh yeah?
EETBE: Yes. They have more colors and are bigger too.
Idiot: Sounds nice.
EETBE: This is an American holiday?
Idiot: Yeah, it's an American thing.
EETBE: What is it called?
Idiot: It's the Fourth of July.
EETBE: I know that, but does it have another name?
Idiot: Nope, just Fourth of July. Makes it easy to remember.
I think, "Independence Day" must have too many syllables for you!
EETBE: Ah. (long pause) So what is it that it celebrates?
Idiot: Ummm.....It's got something to do with the starting of the country.
EETBE: You don't know?
Idiot: No, I know. It's just hard to explain. I don't know all the details.
EETBE: You don't know the history of your own country?
Idiot: Well see, they teach all of it like when you're in the fourth grade and then you don't get back to it again, so it's hard to remember. But Fourth of July is when the country started.
He did NOT just say that! Oh, please stop talking!
EETBE: So then, what year did this country start?
Idiot: Ahhhh....ummm.....something like....ahhhh.....1804?
What? What did he say? AHHHHHHHH!
EETBE: You don't know?
Idiot: Like I said, that was a long time ago (very long pause). No wait! It was 17...92.
This has to stop. I'm going to lose my mind!
Idiot: No wait, wait. It was 177......
I hold my breath. Will he redeem himself? Redeem us all?
I snap. Literally. I wheel around in my chair made of sand and scream over the fireworks...
"1776! For Christ's Sake!"
I fall back and behind me the stunned silence falls like an iron wall.
The Man leans over. "That was really rude! What's the matter with you?"
The Girl chimes in, "Yeah Mama, why were you yelling at that guy?"
"He had it coming", I say fiercely. But as I am criticized by my family I start to feel I little bad for my behavior.
Finally the two behind me come out of their shock.
EETBE: (Mutters quietly)
Idiot: Yeah, 1776. That sounds right. That was the year of the Boston Tea Dance.
I didn't say a word.
Tuesday, July 22, 2008
Thursday, July 17, 2008
The other side of that window is the kitchen sink and very soon my view will be sunflowers and not the neighbor's porch. And yes, there are too many and they are too close together and I don't care.
Here's the first flower, right on the verge of blooming. This is from one of the mid sized flowers that the package claimed would bloom in a variety of colors.My planting technique on these seeds was the key to their success. I opened the packages over the newly turned dirt and then walked all over them. I'm fussy like that.
Friday, July 11, 2008
Mammoth Cave is...mammoth...and cavey. Combined the Man and I must have said WOW! probably close to a thousand times. It is an amazing place. Be warned that the area around the National Park is completely littered with the most cheesy, old school tourist traps that can be imagined. They make you start to doubt whether you've made a correct choice in vacation destination. But in the end the cave is almost too much for words. You've just got to go and see it for yourself.
I found lots of pressed penny machines on our trip and came home with nine new pennies: Two from King's Island, two from the museum in Cincinnati, one from the Mammoth Cave hotel lobby, one from a scary roadside gift shop, another from an even scarier gift shop and two from the Air Force Museum in Dayton. We went to that museum just to kill time while we waited to pick up the girls from Wright State University. It was in the area, had free admission and a penny machine. We only had an hour but you could spend all day in there. It was much more interesting than I thought it would be.
Marco was very happy to come home as well. He's a crazy car rider anyway, but when we pulled up the driveway he started flipping out because he recognized home. The cats seem to have missed us as well, especially Meg who is constantly at my heels or staring at Marco while he sleeps.
Today was all about laundry, getting groceries and laying around watching the Project Runway marathon. The new season starts Wednesday and The Girl has laid down serious threats if we don't tape it for her.