Mikey sang and danced in a Filipino concert on Saturday. No, we aren’t Filipino. The concert musical director knows Mikey through church, and he and the rest of the choir were invited to perform.
I have a few friends with children involved in the theater. Because Mikey sings, they ask me every year if Mikey would like to join their troupe. I ask him every year, and every year he answers with a resounding no, which thrills me. Theaters seems like a lot of work for everyone involved.
This past weekend confirmed my suspicions. Theater is a prison of extracurricular activities! The practices, the rehearsals, the costume fittings, the late nights…it was never ending. Thanks goodness the show was only one night. And okay, sure, my friends were right: the end result is worth the weeks of hard work. The kids were really, really cute.
When I asked Mikey what it was like to hear the audience applaud and scream, he said it was addicting. Good grief. I asked him if that meant he wanted to do children’s theater, but he said he still wasn’t interested. “I’ve got enough on my plate, mom. I need time for Legos.”
I did the Snoopy Dance all the way back to the car. I remain a free woman!
My first act as a free woman on Sunday was to finish up a so-so book. (Not worth mentioning.) That took most of the day, so it wasn’t until evening that I remembered to respond to comments from Friday. I wish I had done it sooner. Had I done so, I would have picked up the Anne of Green Gables series when I was at Barnes & Noble hours earlier. They are, apparently, a must reread for those who remember the series. Jenn‘s comment was especially good. She called Gilbert her “first and forever crush,” and all of a sudden I remembered a little something about Anne of Green Gables. Wasn’t Gilbert one of the neighbor kids? Did he tease Anne? (Don’t tell me!) I still don’t remember much, but the name Gilbert made me feel a rush of warm and fuzzy. I might have had a crush on Gilbert. Do you remember your first book crush?
The title of First and Forever Book Crush for me goes to Almanzo Wilder from the Little House on the Prairie series. Oh, that Manly. I remember reading about Laura standing on her porch, pregnant and dizzy, watching the wheat. Almanzo bounded up the stairs and kept her steady while he helped her to a chair. My 10 year old self considered that the pinnacle of romantic gestures. In a close second was when he picked her up at her boarder’s house during a snowstorm to bring her home to Ma and Pa for the weekend. The temperature dropped so low on the sleigh ride home (-40°) that Almanzo stopped frequently to knock the ice off the horses’ nostrils. The only reason that horse moment didn’t come in first place is because I’ve always been more practical than romantic, even at 10 years of age. You want me to travel in weather so cold it freezes the breath in your nostrils? Thanks, but I think I’ll just hangout in this creaky rocking chair next to the fire and darn socks.
I’m going to have to read the Laura Ingalls series, too.
That’s the real Almanzo Wilder in the picture above. Doesn’t that make your eyebrows waggle a little? I remember looking at the illustrations in the books and thinking it was a good thing Almanzo Wilder was a nice guy, because he was built like a cast iron skillet and had the face of a wizened tortoise. The real Manly: not a troll. It explains the frozen sleigh ride, that’s for sure.