Though it's due to be piddling down with rain by noontime. But at the moment I'm home with my DH, the cats are scampering around the back garden, and all is well.
In rather exciting news, my mum texted me out of the blue yesterday to say that they have a new puppy! A black lab called Dusty (after Dusty Springfield, my father's idea. This is the man who wanted to call me either Dawn or Robin - the nature vibe coming out that day, obviously). All I want to do now is to hop on a plane home to see them all.
So as today's post is brought to you by the letter O, it seemed doubly appropriate to open with something from Oklahoma! I think it's strange that it didn't feature in Radio 2's Top Ten Essential Musicals listing, particularly when you notice the unfathomable bias towards Andrew Lloyd Webber. But then when you work out the show is hosted by Elaine Paige, it all makes more sense. I think I might have to rewrite my own favourite list. I did something naughty yesterday - I booked a ticket to go and see Wicked! here in London. We missed seeing it in NYC for my birthday, poor planning, and I adore the book. I'd been dallying about, trying to organise a group and realised the opportunity would just pass me by while we got numbers/dates/babysitters sorted. So I'm going, by myself, to the matinee. £8.75 including booking fee to sit in the nosebleed seats. Binoculars, never mind opera glasses, may be required, but it will be such an adventure! Giddy giddy, can't wait!
I'm pretty certain that I've seen Oklahoma at some point in the dark distant past, because every child in Ireland was forcefed musicals on RTE every weekend, no doubt I saw it too. But I don't remember a huge amount about it. This, to me, is a gap in my social education. (Mind you it's probably also a gap in my official education as I did a film degree - but it was more Goddard than Gigi). So I'm going to dig it out of my musicals-on-DVD-bought-cheaply-in-the-sales pile and watch it tomorrow, snuggled up on the couch, (sofa? couch? whatever) while I draw out the designs for the Christmas decorations that I'm planning. Because it's August so surely it's time to start planning for Christmas* - oy vay. I was first taught a smattering of Yiddish by a great New York girl that I met in Maine, many years ago. One of the great things about spending a summer up there was that most of the other green card Irish students were living it up in Cape May, and Boston, and you didn't feel like you were walking down Main St, Ireland (as another friend who lives in NY started to feel about Woodside after she'd been there for a couple of years - literally everyone from her class, the class below and the class above her at school followed her out there) but even way up in Bah Hahbah, there were two other Irish girls there - we got everywhere. And when one of them was annoying me, I couldn't use my small selection of Irish swearwords to mutter curses to myself. So Jessica taught me things like 'Oy vay, what a meshuggener' so that I could vent.
A gap in the rain! It's taken me so long to write this that we've moved through a number of weather fronts. I'm off to the market before I need wellies to get there.
*planning and plotting is one thing - but this, I really disagree with.
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