The Sound of Musicals, Part Two
by cindy
Ah, yes. Part Two. Otherwise known as “When the Husband Retires and Decides to Acknowledge the Value of Your Passion” (as opposed to the previous decades of “What’s for Dinner?”).
Creativity can be messy. Very, very messy.
And I love it that way.
Unless the mess is someone else’s “art” in which case I’m not quite as enamored.
Dear-Dave, now retired, has joined our little design team over at the high school. Yes, he too has developed an interest in assisting, designing, photographing and, in general, annoying supporting my passion and efforts in regard to the theatre arts.
For our upcoming production, he has been assigned the task of creating apple trees. Yes, there were apple trees in the Wizard of Oz. Have you not seen the movie? Really? The apples trees, among other things, throw apples! It’s a highlight of the show! REALLY!!
They are not, however, the highlight of my life. I love my house. I have worked diligently over the years to make it look exactly how I want it to look. And at this point in time, my studio looks like a tree exploded:
As has the kitchen. My kitchen! WHERE I PREPARE MEALS OPEN PIZZA BOXES! None of which require those tree-creating ingredients like soda bottles, milk cartons, and similar forms of recyclable plastic.
And the garage. THE GARAGE THAT IS SUPPOSED TO KEEP MY LITTLE CAR OUT OF THE ELEMENTS! After all, it is winter!
Progress, however slow, is being made.
See? A tree! Or, parts of a tree!
Three weeks. We have three weeks to finish this madness (his as well as the ones I’m responsible for…)
Three. Weeks.
A very long way to go before we get to Oz.
Where’s the Wizard when we need’m?
I do not know if I will survive this.
My Very Dear (Old) Friend:
As someone who has known Hubby Dearest a year longer than you have and who remembers quite clearly the years where you fell in love with the man, I hesitantly point out that those obsessive-compulsive behaviors were part of his great charm in those distant years past. It goes that way with marriages. We leap, figuring the net will appear.
As I see it your options include following the yellow brick road, knowing that it will eventually be over. You might enlist the help of the Great and Terrible Oz. I know for a fact that the Columbia Borough School District is doing the WoO and has an expanded cast of one hundred and eight winged monkeys. Perhaps with their Central York cousins, they can carry him off to a distant temporary holding facility.
Should you be driven completely round the bend, and commit homicidal mayhem, I will be happy to testify on your behalf and attest to your destroyed mental health. Please consider this a Get Out of Jail Free card.
I believe my net had a few holes in it…Do you want your old roommate back? Heehee!!
Hey, I used to sleep in that studio…what if I want to come to visit right now? Well, Dave does look happy…how do you look? xoxo
Frankly, those photos were taken a week ago. The house is in worse shape now. But come visit anyway. We need another “nut” around here.
xoxo
oh yeah…that’s the way to win my heart….calling me names…ha! 🙂
ok. appleseed. you can be yet another appleseed around our house. (still nutty to me).
OMG….Cindee you are a SAINT…..
I think you make me happy that I do not have a creative husband..HaHa…..
Seriously, the smile on Daves’ face is wonderful and that is a good thing. BTW how is the little princess doing?
She’s in Chicago – right? How often do
you get to see her?? Are you still
babysitting your grandson?? Your
photos gave me a real chuckle this
morning. You and Dave are a treasure
for Central High School!!
Hmmm. Saint Cindy. Has a nice ring to it. Miss you too, Jane! xoxo
Oh please….Saint C….Please friends don’t do that! Take pity on poor Dave who must live with Herself.
dear other,
you have now crossed the line.
love,
st. cindy