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Rehearsal went well.  Then again I got to leave after scene 7.  I hope it went well the rest of the evening.

There are moments from my job that are simply awesome.  They warm my heart like Kenneth Branagh saying Shakespeare.  I love being a pirate captain.

A feeling of friendship can come from the oddest places.

My sons had a good first day of school.  I guess they realize it isn’t all bad.

My husband is a terrific man who gives such great support to his wifey.

I get to go to sleep in a warm and comfy bed in a really nice house filled with love and laughter (sometimes even while we sleep).

My dog has the cutest face and grunts as he falls asleep.

My youngest was really proud that in his “My First Day of School” coloring pages he gave all of the children “evil eyes”.   My oldest was pleased he was right and I was wrong-he could have brought his new Matchbox Mega Rig Squid Sub to school because it was indoor recess.

Thank you, God, for these blessings.

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The other night my husband ran lines with me and I didn’t suck.  Tonight I felt like the dances came together in my feeble non-dancer brain.  I have taken ownership of the two songs I’ve been so worried about.  I think it was the fear of putting the bloody book down and trusting that the homework I had done would still work like it used to when I had a younger brain.  It did.

The other thing that helped was finding Vera’s costumes.  They help the whole character come together and she feels more comfortable.  I’m more confident.  The other thing that happened tonight at rehearsal was that I really had fun.  I hadn’t at the past few (no offense to the fabulous cast and crew!) because of my personal fear, gripping my brain and body like a vise.  Now the fear has passed.  I feel good.

Well, as we all know, they man in the moon is a lady.  And I need to go to the moon land where I can sleep in the bed of green cheese, in my Saturn chemise, dreaming of the stars and the planets.  I’ll give the big dipper a kiss for you too!

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my plate is full.  My goodness, I do like a full plate.  The question is will I eat everything I put on it?  Remember how your parents always taught you to only take the food you knew you would eat?  If you wanted/needed more, you could always go back for seconds?   I think at the moment I am working a salad, dinner, and dessert plate.  Perhaps I should have waited to take seconds.

I am having a blast doing all of the things I am doing.  For the first time in a while I am doing some things I really want to do.  But (there’s often a but), doing all of these things requires time.  And it seems they all come due at around the same time.  I suppose that’s the part I’m concerned about.  If only they had been spread out a wee bit more.  If only I had the foresight to realize they were all going to come due now…ah, well, such is life.

That is why one simply has to embrace what one is doing and enjoy each moment.  The tricky thing is my confidence level is severely low for one of the things I am doing.  The play I am rehearsing for is the first one I’ve done in over three years (…I think I have referenced this before) and the first musical (requiring singing and dancing AT THE SAME TIME!) in over a decade.  I’ll admit I’m a bit rusty.  I feel like the Tin Man but without a Dorothy to oil my mouth, arms, and legs.  I do know I have heart so I trust it will kick in all the way once I’m finally off book, but this is new territory for me.  I have faith that the old adage will prove true, it’s like riding a bike.  You never forget.  Well, as long as I don’t forget my lines.

But, listen to me whining.  I have a happy family, a messy home, and we survived an earthquake and a hurricane all in a week with little to no damage.  And no tornado (sorry, Dorothy).  No, this time in the theatrical zone of proximal development will pass.  I just don’t like the uncomfortable phase.  But who really likes be uncomfortable?  Not a lot of people or we wouldn’t be spending so much money on our mattresses.

Sleep well, gentle reader.  I’m going to my comfortable bed.

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No, I am not referring to that light that Mater runs away from, but rather the light, usually a bare bulb in a tall lamp, left on in a theater overnight.  Many reasons exist for the origin of the ghost light-superstition, keep ghosts away, appease ghosts that live there, one story even says it was a clause in the equity contract.  I like to think it’s to provide light for the ghosts that live in the theater so they can perform their shows at night.

Theaters are naturally creepy places when you think about it.  Hundreds, thousands of people have performed on the stage, many more have sat in the seats of the audience, plus all the staff working to keep a theater running (especially the one who sweeps the stage at night—love that person).   Each person who enters a theater leaves an imprint of their souls there.  The characters from the minds of the playwrights live their entire lives in a theater.  Their only existence is on a stage being witnessed by nameless people who involve themselves in the characters’ lives for a few hours.  People connect with the human experience in a theater and have done so since the beginning of recorded history.  That is why theater will never disappear in my humble opinion.

We grapple with our human existence daily.  To sit in a chair (granted, usually an uncomfortable one, yet we keep coming back) for two or three hours and give in to the world created by the playwright, director, actors, and so many other staff members creating the production is an amazing experience.  Think about—first you have all of the people involved in creating the show.  They set aside any personal differences to work for one goal-a great show that connects with an audience.  Perhaps it’s a comedy to lighten the mood when the real world is grim, or a musical to bring one back to childhood when you sang songs as you went through your day (I never did stop doing that!).  Then think of the audience.  Again, a large group of people coming together, putting aside differences, and agreeing to sit in the dark together, suspending disbelief to enter a world that they know will only exist for the time they are all together.  The level of trust demonstrated in a theater is overwhelming.  The audience trusts they will be transported to another world and the actors trust there will be an audience there to witness the world they’ve made.  It’s one of the greatest things I have ever experienced in my life and I hope to continue experiencing it for as long as I am able.

My sons like the theater I’m rehearsing in now.  They think it is a wee bit creepy, as most theaters usually are.  The imprints of the many souls who have experienced emotion in their walls are there infusing the space with energy.  Where else do people wear other people’s clothes so readily?  Or walk around barefoot during rehearsal even though you know the floors have seen better days?  Or throw away normal modesty because you only have 30 seconds for that costume change?  Stories are told and retold because each generation struggles and celebrates the human experience.

Remember what Shakespeare said…the play is the thing… (okay, in that case it’s the way to catch the king)…shall we try this classic?  All the world’s a stage and all the men and women merely players.  Go see a play…give theaters a reason to keep that ghost light shining.

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My cup is truly filled with grace and happiness today.  Touching base with my first love, I have been cast in a show, a musical to boot!  It will wonderfully exciting to “move well” across the boards again.

My sons are having a wonderful summer, digging in dirt, spending the day with their friends, getting a treat from Mr. Softee.  They are filthy by the end of each day and it’s wonderful.  My sons, two of their friends, and I will be going to the local zoo tomorrow.

The weather is beautiful this week.  I’ve actually enjoyed some of it.

Vacation Bible School (VBS) has surrounded me with wonderful, talented, giving volunteers again.  I am very excited for it to start next week.

The class I teach is going nicely with a good group of students and an even balance in the classroom.  The class I’ll teach in the fall is looking full and happy.  My job is going well.  Friends are getting good news and enjoying good developments in their lives.

My house is getting cleaner.  My soul is getting cleaner.

Hugh Laurie and Robert Sean Leonard will be back on House.

Life is good.  I am thankful for the blessings of God’s grace filling my cup till it runneth over.

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Oh, I definitely would order liver and fava beans with a nice chianti to start.  I think that would be a good meal for our lunch-remember, it was Hannibal, not Buffalo Bill, who was the cannibal.  Not that Buffalo Bill was much better for society.

Dear sweet Ted Levine.  Yes, sweet.  But I’ll get to that later.

We would have to discuss how truly creepy Jame Gumb was-a sociopath in the truest sense-particularly with his lack of remorse.    I repeatedly watch the scene when Clarice Starling shows up and he’s looking for the business card of the former owner.  She figures it out, he figures out that she’s figured it out and the cards drop from his hands.  The expression on his face is devious–he knows he has to get rid of this woman.  The hunt between them is exquisite.  Actually, this end part of the movie is my favorite part.

You also have to be truly comfortable in your own skin as an actor to create such a deeply sociopathic character and prepare for people’s inability to sympathize with him.  When Buffalo Bill is wearing his “dress” and tucks his package away, stating how desirable he finds himself, one tends to forget there is an actor in there, performing.  One just shudders at the illness that is Buffalo Bill.

I’ve always been a little off the bullseye.  I thought Buffalo Bill was creepier than Hannibal.  Like Uncle Stevie always says, the imagination always thinks up something scarier than the folks in Hollywood.  We see Hannibal’s horror and gory bloodshed.  Buffalo Bill’s is only hinted at through pieces and scraps that we see-the rest is filled in by our imagination.  Our mind’s eye fills in the dark waiting in the well…waiting for more verbal taunting, waiting for a pair of scissors, waiting for the lotion in the basket.

Ted Levine’s voice is exquisite.  Is it wrong that my husband and I use that famous line for many things?  We say “put the ______________ in the basket” almost daily.  (We store a lot of toys, stuff, etc. in baskets or bins).  We usually say the line in our best Ted Levine voice and add the mock crying/screaming…”put the papers in the basket, whahhhh.”  I will confess that our boys, while not knowing the origin of the line, use it as well.  We can simply say to them, “put the toys in the basket,” and they respond with “whahhhh.”  We are who we are.  Levine’s voice is such a big part of the creepiness of the character.  It’s such a full, rich voice-it haunts you after the fact.

Yet as Captain Leland Stottlemeyer that voice, while almost always authoritative, offers some of the sweetest and funniest moments.  Sweetest because Stottlemeyer was such a true friend to Monk and offered such loyal guidance to him, even when it was hard to do or when he thought Monk wouldn’t listen.   Funniest because through Levine’s timing and that gorgeous voice, great lines received perfect delivery.  In one episode, Disher comes in and says he has two ideas, asking Stottlemeyer which he wants to hear first.  Stottlemeyer replies, “whichever one will get me the least pissed off” (I may be paraphrasing…but you get the idea).  So you have this handsome man with those gorgeous blue eyes and that booming voice at times being full-out captain, friend to a strong yet fragile friend or trying to be a dad.  Levine plays humility (both being humble and being humbled) really well-happens throughout the series-too many examples to list.

I think I may have written it before, but I loved how they ended the series.  With Monk, Stottlemeyer, and company still doing their thing in San Fran.  I miss the show. Thank goodness for reruns and dvds.

The final part of our lunch would be discussing theater.  Oh how I wish I could have seen some of his work at Steppenwolf.  Like Tony Shaloub, Levine’s background in theater makes his performances so very rich and layered.  I would thank Ted for two characters who wander around in my mind-one haunting me and one reminding me of the goodness in the world.

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If I could have lunch with Kenneth Branagh, the first topic of conversation would be too difficult to pick. However, I do know that early on, perhaps after ordering drinks, we would need to cover the critics who disliked Love’s Labour’s Lost because they did not believe those four men would break out into song and dance. In my home we do break out into song and dance on quite a regular basis, however that is not the critical problem with these particular reviews. The critical problem is how these critics ever got hired when suspension of disbelief is one of the cornerstones of theatrical devices?

While it is more common for folks to sing and dance during their day than many people realize, I grant you that not everyone does. Still anything that happens in a play, a film, a television show, or a video game requires some suspension of disbelief. One has to give into the world they’ve entered through their entertainment choice and surrender to the world of the director. If Kenneth wants us to believe these four chaps would sing and dance, it is our obligation, our pleasure really, to believe it. I’ll give you that I had reservations about Matthew Lillard (so fabulous as Shaggy) as to whether or not he’d pull it off, but he did. If Kenneth and the choreographer could get Lillard to move as gracefully as he did, the suspension of disbelief becomes even easier to accomplish.

The Kelly/Astaire style dancing of Adrian Lester brings back the glory days of the musical, particularly as he dances around the room in that one scene. The combination of his dancing, the choreography and the directing make that scene such an image of fluidity and beauty. The variety of dancing and music chosen touched upon so many of the glorious musicals that it brought together three of my favorite things: musicals, Shakespeare and Branagh.

Am I biased toward Kenneth’s work? Of course, I find the majority of it wonderful and watch it repeatedly. Those critics need to go to back college and take a refresher course on Theater Appreciation to remember the standard devices employed since the days of Sophocles to entertain the masses. While the film will be remembered as one earning, at best, mixed reviews (and those reviews being the weapon that took the life out of a three picture deal at Miramax), those who love the same three things I do happily suspend our disbelief when entering the world of Love’s Labour’s Lost.

Having covered that topic, Kenneth and I would order appetizers and continue the conversation.

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