Here I am again. Children of Mine are now in bed. Husband of Mine has gone to the local pub with his ukulele and the other half of The Renegade Dogs to launch their new career as folk singers and buskers. There are a hundred things I could or should be doing: including sitting down for the first time this week in a comfy chair, in front of a roaring fire, with something decent on the telly and a glass of wine in my hand (or more likely, a nice cup of tea). But instead I’m sitting at the computer, adding some more memories to this growing collection.
Actually, this could become a bit of a competition. You see, Charming On-Stage Lover has been so inspired by my collective ramblings that he has decided to start his own online memory box, wittily entitled ‘Better Offer?‘. Let’s hope he doesn’t get one before opening night.
I’m actually quite flattered that he’s taken the time to read and digest my musings, and delighted too that, like Artist Masquerading as a Manager did for me, I’ve provided the inspiration for him to start on his own creative journey.
In his blog, he makes reference to the coincidence of his very first performance on stage in The Sound of Music being not only the opening inspiration for my blog, but also being our first show together. I was a mere child at the time, and dressed in a nun’s outfit to boot, so back then we would have had no inkling that we would ever end up playing opposite each other in quite the current manner. It occurred to me though that we have been in many productions together over the years, and it’s going to be really interesting seeing how our individual recollections of these times differ.
So perhaps a blogging race might develop over the coming days, weeks or months? Perhaps it won’t. Certainly not if it involves me having to get all my scrapbooks out of the roof. Not just yet, eh? I had heard a rumour that summer was on the way… and surely sorting out the roof is an autumnal activity? So in the absence of The Sound of Music memorabilia from 1983, I thought it fitting to concentrate on adding a page for a more recent reincarnation of me in a habit – playing Sister Robert Anne in composer Dan Goggin’s Nunsense.
Theatrical rivalry? Never. Shared memories and blogging tips and tricks? Of course. And I’m always saying I could do with a tame IT professional.
But who will lead the way up the blogging universe that towers above like a formidable mountain? The answer is to leave you with the memory of the opening moments from the film version of The Sound of Music – a sunny alpine meadow, Maria twirling, arms outstretched.
But where is she?
Why High On a Hill, of course.