Day 192: Waste not...

Leftover rehearsal fruit transformed...somewhere in the afterlife my mother is doing a cartwheel ;-)

One for now, one for the freezer.

Who's coming over for fika?

Day 191: Creature comforts...

It's been a serene home day today. Mattias called at 08.30, alltså before my morning coffee, always a dangerous move and done at one's own risk ;-) There was a quiet steady snowfall all day and the view from my kitchen was enchanting.

Had a long, uninterrupted pass of Rummikub, which I just love, this morning. Rummikub is a game of my youth. Nowadays, you can play it online with opponents worldwide. When I was a kid, my Aunt Giza used to have a  regular game with the neighborhood ladies, on her balcony. They rotated who hosted and when it was at her house, I got to play. By then I was 16 or so and it was a rite of passage. Before that, we played cards a lot. Everyone in my family was a card player. My parents had a circle of friends, mostly German, who met regularly at "the club," as we called it, to play rummy. It was all very civilized, with coffee and cake served. Fela, the proprietress, was a warm and gracious host. I would make it a habit to stop by at the club on my way home from school...looking for my mother, who often hung out there. Fela would offer saft and sometimes a piece of cake.

And now, my favorite comfort food: roasted chestnuts...MUMS...and putting away the laundry.

Day 190: Done and dusted

First snowfall of the season. And we had an open rehearsal today. The air was abuzz. After only 13 days of rehearsal folks, we put on Assassins. I'm impressed. And humbled. And moved. And grateful. And happy it was received well.

People were bewildered at first, and then drawn in and finally intrigued. And that's an amazing feat to have accomplished. Kudos.

Psyched for the next go-round. But first...Little Women, and laundry, and sleep. Not necessarily in that order...

Day 189: LOL!

Don't really know if this makes me happy...but it sure did make me laugh!

Day 188: Pit-pitty-pat

"Listen to the rain on the roof go

Pit-pitty-pat--

Pit-pitty-pat--

Pitty--

Sit, kitty cat..."

All day long...and my umbrella collapsed after only one use.

But what difference does that make when you're absorbed in creating musical theater. That is classy and funny and political and not? What an adventure...breathing life into characters... communicating intention...and the music, always the music to fall back on. Because you can't fake the music, it is what it is. An extraordinary challenge, one worth rising up to...and that's fun.

Charmed, I'm tellin' you...simply, charmed.

Day 187: Bees

Aaahhhh...four minutes to midnight...and I still haven't written my blog entry for today. And now there are only two minutes left before it's tomorrow and Day 188.

No problem, because when you're a busy little bee, there's always time. As the saying goes, "If you want something done, give it to a busy person." Which makes me so happy...you would not believe what we got done today...mug shots, and make-up, and costumes, and photos, and singing rehearsals, a run through, flyers, a planning session. And a blog before midnight! Life is good.

Day 186: My thanksgiving

I'm reading Little Women for book club and am finding it very soothing. There is something I like about being in the company of these girls. And so much of it still translates to today. There is an American spirit about it, a "can-do-ness" that appeals to the girl in me. Fun to revisit the Marches.

Thanksgiving Day. A little sad. Miss my family and friends. I'm not usually here at this time of year so it's no wonder I didn't get invited by anyone. Could have invited myself to a number of places where I would have been welcome, I'm sure. Still.

Then Lori called...so sweet. And she looked so beautiful in her gorgeous necklace. And life was good again. (namaste)

Today, a day of Thanksgiving. I honor my inner Jag. Which is I, in English. Ani, in Hebrew. And cook for the week. Allrecipes to the rescue as usual. Decided on one soup and one meat dish. Looked at what I had in the fridge. Last go-round it was pasta, so no pasta this time. Voilà the results, yumminess indeed.

(cont'd)

http://allrecipes.com/recipe/sweet-potato-carrot-apple-and-red-lentil-soup/detail.aspx

http://allrecipes.com/recipe/baked-garlic-parmesan-chicken/detail.aspx

Back to the Marches: Amy's just come home from Aunt March's and declared that she intends to turn her closet into a retreat for meditation and being for herself. This blogg is my retreat in a way. For those who've been following, we're more than half-way through the journey. Thank you for coming along for the ride. And thank you Grace Ann for the inspiration.