Labor Day almost here! What is happening with my life!? It'll be XMas again soon and ….AHHHHHH. Well, THIS should bring some cheer. And help one sip the spirit instead of …
…. t’b’..
Couple of great docs to re-inspire everyone out there (they are PBS American Masters so if these links expire they are not far away):
Raul Julia: The Worlds a Stage
Worlds of Ursula K Le Guin
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Kitty tries taking all of this in thinking Meowl Coward, I'll look this up and be as smart as the 'captain' one day. Andrew sits up on the recliner taking a sip of coffee and places it atop a paint tin (like he hasn't got a dozen beautiful outdoor tables). Kitty has 'waddled' over. She snarls, grrrrrr!!
ANDREW
Now THAT I believe. Listen you: it's not that I don't want you to have an Instagram site, I just don't think you need one.
KITTY
But everyone has one. You have one!
ANDREW
Well, I reluctantly set one up and then thought maybe I can do something a bit more interesting with this. That's why I don't have this desperate need to upload images. Maybe the images can 'talk' amongst themselves while I get on with real life.
KITTY
Sooty Dog has one..
ANDREW
Well you ain't Sooty! I try to make Kitty different and special. You want to end up doing cat food and toilet paper commercials the rest of your life!
KITTY
[She has no answer to this].
ANDREW
While you thought I was "casual scampering" with young felines, I was in fact working my 'butt' off to get you a gallery show for your art. The reality is there may be NO tours or anything else for you until next summer! You wanna sing 'Non je ne regrette rien' in a face mask with your whiskers sticking out? You'll be like Antonio Banderas on 'iguana'! Even The Troubadour is desperate for its future. You remember Sir Elton?
KITTY
[She's taking this all in].
An [almost stuttering] art show?
[Sheepish is not the word. Kitty's embarrassed look raises the 'baa' to a world record high. Her face is that of a bulldog salivering itself under a rock never wanting to be seen again].
…. t’b’..
So weird this morning. 7am isn't that early arise in the Fall. Closing my upstairs window (as insulation is simply so screwy in this house) and what do I see but a cat on my garage roof, probably 75 foot away yet on the same level. Now is this guy the father of THE KITTEN? Like where were you when she needed you? I've, by chance, seen you sniffing about a couple of times now. Accidentally, at nightfall the day after 'Moma' and kitten were re-united, the same place under the table where she was a little lost after being un-nested but I was there for her. Where were you?! Then the day after I saw them disappear under temporary shelter. There you were the next day. Our eyes met! Are YOU the cat eating my food? Cause it was meant for 'moma'. Are YOU the father 'cause if you are where were you? Scouting locations for the next 'Roosevelt cat home'? What have I gotten myself into?….Do cats have private detectives? Cause you are so totally like 'Jack' in Chinatown. Kinda also freaky 'cause today continuing my woodpile clean-up indeed did find a pair of gold-rimmed spectacles buried in the years old leaf mulch. One lens dislodged but right there aside. Certainly ain't mine.
They'll never believe me, they'll never believe me…
…. t’b’..
Don’t tell Kitty what you know….
What are we, a couple of specks of nothing.
Saddest "kitten caboodle" you everseen. Rodgers and Hammerstein’s musical Carousel one of the bravest ever adventures on that stage of life. It takes a semi-staging such as this at Lincoln Center with The New York Philharmonic to prove just how powerful is indeed the music/book. It's said that Puccini was rejected when he wanted to compose an opera on Ferenc Molnár's 1909 play. There's a certain NYCB dancer and her 'friend' who simultaneously massage and break your heart when Billy the protagonist (and father) is on heaven high looking down upon. Streams until Sept 8 (and has been all summer long, so shame on you if you haven't seen it!) Fascinating that this musical could never work without an amazing ensemble cast as there just ain't no real 'stars'.
Only the communal heart.
If all of this above is 'challenging' for whatever reason and a bit beyond, then I caught up with a movie with Adam Sandler (yeah llke the guy so many ummm-who r those morons? -want to hate). Uncut Gems. The filmmakers fought for Sandler (or rather fought against the A-List Hollywood agent like 'I know my client he will hate this'). It does actually have a heart. And when it reveals really you do believe it. [spoiler alert - riddled with expletives but then, so is walking down Fifth Avenue NY nowadays past the pet store;)]
better not finish where I'm goin' on my Martin Sheen pilgrimage…everybody has the right to be happy……even the Pope!
See how I ruin a perfectly brilliant adventure:)! I could be on CBS (Critter Bucolic Service), I never promised the rose garden would keep afloat your boat. You simply assumed that. Welcome to America! And have a blessed day!
