IN MY OPINION
Books Read in 2007
Gets a Car"
My Favorite Video Blogs
(for others, see Links page)
Polar Bear Cub (so cute!)
Interpretation of Leviticus 18
They Had It Coming
Three Little Maids
Longest Elevator in Europe
Support liberty and justice for all
1 April 2007
The sound made my stomach do flip-flops. It was the sound of metal folding in on itself. The sound of nails on a chalkboard. A screeching sound that tore through one ear and out the next and made me physically ill.
I didn't see the car behind me. I had filled my mother's tank with gas and was going to take the car through the carwash to remove some of the bird droppings that had been decorating the shiny finish the past week, since the last time I washed off the bird droppings.
The bird droppings have made me unhappy. I wanted to take such good care of my mother's beautiful Lexus, of which she is so proud, and yet the only place to park the car is under a tree. I have been very careful to wash the car every single time I know she was going to be riding in it because she had entrusted it to me during her recovery and I didn't want anything to happen to it.
Oh how I wish, now, that it was only bird droppings.
I was in a hurry. Things always happen when I'm in a hurry. I come from a long line of people who get into trouble because they are in a hurry. My mother's accident happened because she was in a hurry and missed the last step of the flight of stairs she took because she didn't want to wait for the elevator. My recliner accident happened because I was in a hurry to get out of the recliner.
I put the car in gear, and in my haste to get the car washed and get on about my errands, I forgot to check behind me again. I backed up too quickly and then....crunch. I couldn't believe it. The car I'd been guarding so carefully, the car for which I worried about bird droppings, the car I tried to keep in pristine condition so I could return it to my mother in the same condition it was when I took it, now had smashed into the car behind me, which was just coming into the bay to get gas.
That car's front end was now firmly implanted in my mother's trunk door. The rear end of the car looked like a big piece of paper I had crumpled in my hands.
This was not simply a recliner which was bent, something that my mother's stepson could easily fix. This not simply some funny little klutzy thing I'd done. This was major damage. This was insurance. This was ....
...this was all really an April fool's day story and even just writing it got me all nervous! Let's hope it's not prophetic!
No, the car is still (as of this writing) in perfectly good shape, save for the bird droppings--those are real. But I couldn't let the day pass without trying to pull your leg just a little, now, could I?
Back in the "real world," we went in to Woodland to see Oliver! Friday night. I just love it when community theatre productions turn out to be really good, and this one was really good. I have a soft spot in my heart for Oliver!, as I have stated many times. The young actor, Samuel Stapp, who played the title role in this production was much better than Paul was, all those many years ago. He was the right age for the part, for one thing (Paul was too old), and he had a much better voice. When the spotlight came up on him, huddled under a blanket on the floor of Mr. Sowerberry's funeral parlor and he started to sing "Where Is Love?" I knew exactly how his mother, seated somewhere in the darkened theatre, felt. I remember those nights when I sat there, holding my breath, hoping for Paul to make it through the song. He always did.
The girl who played Nancy was wonderful. I loved that the director did not go for stereotypical looks, but for acting and singing. Katie Ichtertz was a more zaftig Nancy, but with a voice that could melt the hardest of hearts and it was hard to imagine anyone else doing the role.
The one disappointment was Mr. Bumble, who looked the role, but who just lacked that "certain something" to make it wonderful. I haven't finished writing the review, but he will be an "others in lead roles include..." list. Unless there is some blatantly awful problem with a performance, I try not to be overly critical in a community theatre production, realizing that these are not trained actors. And, in truth, his performance wasn't bad, it just didn't grab me the way it should have.
(Now see? This kind of review is fun to write, but it's not the sort of conversational review you can publish in a newspaper. That's why it's good that I have a journal to supplement the official "review" in the newspaper!)
I feel so much like a real writer today. Not only do I have the Oliver! review to write, but a review of Electricidad, an adaptation of Electra, set in a Chicano bario in Los Angeles, which we saw last night. AND I'm working on a feature article that is due next week...I have two interviews to do today before I leave tomorrow to take my mother for what I hope will be her final doctor's appointment.
Thank goodness I don't have to prepare her to see the ruins of her beautiful car...
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