29 November 2007

Too tired to blog properly. And no pictures.

In a futile effort to kid myself I have some level of control over my increasingly insane life, I spent a therapeutic half hour organising my blogroll into alphabetical order. Anal? Undoubtedly. Impressed? Probably not. If I've inadvertently mucked up anyone's link, or lost anyone altogether, do let me know.

Oh, and we are now green. But I think it needs more tweaking to achieve the perfect shade of pea green.

I continued in my efforts to soothe my shattered soul by making a rice pudding which, for me, is the ultimate comfort food. After a serve of Heinz tinned spaghetti, that is.

Unfortunately, the rice pudding looks like something the cat sicked up, and nearly as frightening as the escaping cake so there will be no photos. It tasted sensational though, especially with a dollop of cream and some strawberry jam.

In other news, Son #1 is playing a Lost Boy in Peter Pan right now. We went last night and were mightily impressed. And amused. A tree was knocked down twice, the fireplace fell over in the first seconds of the play, Tinkerbell kept forgetting her wings were wider than her body, which made a couple of her exits challenging, and Peter Pan forgot her line (yes, Peter is played by one of the girls and a mighty fine Peter she is) when one of the children asked her "Can you really fly?" She looked blank for a minute, then said brightly Yes! (Like, duh). The fight scenes between the pirates and Lost Boys and pirates and Indians were done in delicious, hilarious slow motion, and the chief Indian shouted something in fluent Japanese as she exited the stage. But the best bit was that Captain Hook wore her (yes, for some reason all the male parts were played by the girls) hook on her left arm before interval, and her right after interval. Priceless. Son #3 sat next to me and wheezed with laughter all the way through. It was a brilliant night. The line that got the most laughs? It had to be Michael's, when upon hearing that his birth took place at 2am said Oh Mother, I hope I didn't wake you! The most poignant bit for me? Seeing my shy, nervous boy who usually specialises in wringing his hands in the corner trying to make himself invisible, speaking up loudly, clearly and with a twinkle in his voice. Ah, school plays. The best.

12 comments:

Janet said...

It's a beautiful shade of green from this end.

Oh & the school play sounds fab.

Lindi said...

The play sounds delightful. School plays really are the best, aren't they!
Your fruit looks great, too.

blackbird said...

That was brilliant coverage.
I love attending those kinds of things with one of the siblings sitting next to me.

Frogdancer said...

Being a Drama teacher and a parent, I enjoy the plays from both angles. I'm usually the most unsentimental audience member around, but get one of my boys up there on stage and I get tears in my eyes, and I gaze at them like they're something fantastic. (like a big block of chocolate or something.)
Fantastic memories...
Wool arrived! I may drop into Spotlight today to pick up some rosewood needles. (A little treat.)
Thanks again for posting that link.

Martina said...

I love school plays!! It sounds like you had fun!

Stomper Girl said...

Your green from my end is deliciously minty. Gosh I love school plays. Well done your shy boy. Drama is great for bringing us shy ones out.

crafty said...

Oh your strawberries in print, I would faint with excitement! (I mean that.)

Me too, love school plays, they make me cry.

fiveandtwo said...

Yeah, school plays are wonderful entertainment. I remember one with fish dangling from the ceiling which quite a few of the kids got tangled up in. They spent the rest of the song desperately trying to free themselves. I nearly expired laughing.

meggie said...

It is a very delicate shade of green, lovely!

The play sounds wonderful, & your son sounds a delight. It has been suggested that our grandson should be encouraged to have a drama oriented school, as he is excellent at role playing!

nutmeg said...

Knowing you eat Heinz tinned spaghetti makes you a kindred spirit didn't you know?

Also, I am much edified to read that a shy child can be moved to express themselves in such a public manner - well done - it gives me much to ponder in relation to my own shy, retiring one :-)

Kris said...

The play sounds a riot. One of the things I"m looking forward to most when the kids get bigger is beaming in pride as they take to the school stage, perfectly convinced that yet again they are the most remarkable people in sight.

Kez said...

Well done to your son - it's sounds a wonderful play!