Now where was I the other day where there was a kangaroo?
Michael Winter is back and so I can begin again. It seems not a moment too soon before friends steal the anecdotes that are my life.
January, with enthusiasm for everything except work, when almost every night we see things that we might not have seen before. Can we believe that we might have lived without seeing them - or, alternatively, believe that we'd ever want to see them again? I'm talking about the Festival but it could almost as well apply to the supermarket.
He's rotund. That grey thin but lank hair that shows where the teeth of the comb have been, even at the end of the day. I see him talking to people that he doesn't know and I avoid the aisle in which it's happening. Then, when I'm ready to join the line, here's right there behind motioning me to step in. I'm eyes in front with enormous concentration until the toothless smile is somewhere near my ear and he's asking how my day was. Fine, thanks. I'm thinking: "please don't say anything mean to me." "And your Christmas?", he says. Yep. Fine too. He's laughing as he leans over a third time: "She was only the baker's daughter but she kneaded the dough". Next.
On the weekend I wanted the Telophaza dancers to wear their costumes to the party. They were bugs. Smiling bugs in a well-ordered palette. But then I learned that they were probably atoms and that made some kind of sense too. When I was growing up I used to think that in my adult house I'd have one of everything in every colour so that I could line them up and appreciate the similarities and differences. That was the Telophaza costumes.
LT says that the dancers had a body guard at the party because it's just all part of the Festival service. I think it's because they're Israeli, although I thought they were Russian (around - quite apt for dancers) until Noonie set me straight. Why is it that I do most of my research after I've seen the show? Only interested if I'm already interested.
It was too soon my curfew and I was shaking the stones out from between my toes and getting in a taxi.
At the tennis there's a red apple and a pear. Each of them have white shiny tights on their legs and a chaperone who holds their hand and guides them away from obstacles such as garbage bins and small children. I guess they can only see straight ahead, not down. The pear gets around this by squatting down to child height. But then he jumps up quickly and the children are uniformly petrified or delighted. I only see the kangaroo in the distance bouncing above the heads of the crowd.
January, with enthusiasm for everything except work, when almost every night we see things that we might not have seen before. Can we believe that we might have lived without seeing them - or, alternatively, believe that we'd ever want to see them again? I'm talking about the Festival but it could almost as well apply to the supermarket.
He's rotund. That grey thin but lank hair that shows where the teeth of the comb have been, even at the end of the day. I see him talking to people that he doesn't know and I avoid the aisle in which it's happening. Then, when I'm ready to join the line, here's right there behind motioning me to step in. I'm eyes in front with enormous concentration until the toothless smile is somewhere near my ear and he's asking how my day was. Fine, thanks. I'm thinking: "please don't say anything mean to me." "And your Christmas?", he says. Yep. Fine too. He's laughing as he leans over a third time: "She was only the baker's daughter but she kneaded the dough". Next.
On the weekend I wanted the Telophaza dancers to wear their costumes to the party. They were bugs. Smiling bugs in a well-ordered palette. But then I learned that they were probably atoms and that made some kind of sense too. When I was growing up I used to think that in my adult house I'd have one of everything in every colour so that I could line them up and appreciate the similarities and differences. That was the Telophaza costumes.
LT says that the dancers had a body guard at the party because it's just all part of the Festival service. I think it's because they're Israeli, although I thought they were Russian (around - quite apt for dancers) until Noonie set me straight. Why is it that I do most of my research after I've seen the show? Only interested if I'm already interested.
It was too soon my curfew and I was shaking the stones out from between my toes and getting in a taxi.
At the tennis there's a red apple and a pear. Each of them have white shiny tights on their legs and a chaperone who holds their hand and guides them away from obstacles such as garbage bins and small children. I guess they can only see straight ahead, not down. The pear gets around this by squatting down to child height. But then he jumps up quickly and the children are uniformly petrified or delighted. I only see the kangaroo in the distance bouncing above the heads of the crowd.
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