Holiday Cheers

Tonight Joy & I returned to SHS to watch the Christmas Music Festival. Alas, the theatre folks won't follow them on the morrow because Ginger, the theatre director, broke her heel during a tech rehearsal for a play in which she would've performed ... It seems the light guy took the lights to black too early and Ginger mis-stepped off the stage. I feel her pain -- Back in '95, DISD was supposed to seal the stage footlights at RHS; they did ... from stage left to center stage. I walked about three more feet stage right, and the footlight opened up. My foot got caught, and I fell off the stage onto the concrete auditorium floor ... Concussion, bruises, and a dislocated collarbone ... but I was young (and stupid) enough to return to school within 48 hours. Now? I'd take the time off to heal, just like Ginger.

Tonight, Mrs. Smith (band) and Mr. Sarver (choir) put on a concert ... some of the past ones were more colorful -- I haven't forgotten his Elvis impression, yet I can understand why they combined efforts. In this way, they could divide and conquer the songs.

The beautiful Lady Orchid We'd heard several in previous concerts ... and,

this year, I didn't join the "Hallelujah Chorus." We sat and enjoyed the show ... though I noticed that there weren't many faculty members there. (Yes, we had to stand -- I think the two administrators stayed seated.) Still, I saw many students -- some, I didn't know were in the band or choir. (Bad teacher! I'm supposed to know such things ... that's why they make us use the computers, right?)

We came home (yawn!!) to hungry kitties. Best of all, to a hungry elderly cat. Skittles, Lady Orchid's brother, has been rather peckish lately. He had the sniffles and generally refused to eat most canned food ... So, we got him stinky sardines. (Yuck!! and I like sushi.) Some days, he liked them; other days, he wanted Something Else. It was our jobs, as good human servants, to intuit what he wanted. The younger cats got the leftovers ... the Dancing Cats (Margot, Bojangles, and Fiona) enjoyed the sardines or red tuna or Fancy Feast. Since he's eating regular canned food, I suppose he's feeling better. At age 14 1/2, he deserves whatever he craves ... I just wish the stuff smelled better!!

One more day ... 8 hours ... and we are done with school for 2010. January 3rd will come all too quickly, I suspect.