There has been a lot of that going on this week, which has resulted in a profound cyber silence from me. I have spent the week chasing young teenagers around a large space while creating some theatrical pieces in english. I now feel as though my brain has been beaten all over with sticks and then rolled flat like pizza dough. The difficulty was, ten people who all wanted to play the lead character in a play which, for the boys, involved murder, blood, horror and cannibalism, and for the girls was centred on pop singers and hairdressers. The final scene came to me as I was giving Porridge a quick walk up the hill after letting my subconscious deal with it for two days…
I think you only need to know that the ending was happy, a supergroup was formed and no one was eaten. Not for the first time, I am amazed that boys and girls are of the same species.
The wonderful part of improvised theatre is the way that underlying wishes and fears are expressed. The only black child who participated kept insisting that we called the sinister kitchen servant his slave. I feel that I may have had more input into their ideas than I realised when I noticed that all three managers of artists in the play were obsessed with money and trying to cheat their respective artists*
There is the scent of changing seasons in the air. Porridge is losing hair at such a rate that I could have knitted a second dog with what emerged after yesterday’s grooming.
The family all return next week to break my solitude. I have enjoyed it, but it will be lovely to have them all back again.
* Sandra, this is in no way aimed at you! But I think you will agree that as a sub-species, there are many with teeth that are very sharp and bitey...
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I'll send you some black Sky hair to go with Porridge's white and set you to some therapeutic knitting. A houndstooth dog?
Congratulations on managing to keep sane whilst in the company of teenagers. They are most definitely a sub species.
The weather appears to be changing here at last although there is still time for another 3 days of 100+ degree weather, thus making it officially the hottest summer on record in Austin. I hate hot weather!
Murderous pop singers and cannibalistic hairdressers - sounds like you've got a potential West End hit on your hands!
You are a brave woman, that's all I can say on the subject of teenagers.
On the subject of dog hair, I have known in my long life 2 people who actually made a profit spinning and knitting or weaving dog hair. One of them marketed the idea of a pet dog nostalgia scarf, and the other used it and didn't tell.
there is much to be hoped for from the young, although the study of evolution shows us that there is nothing to stop future generations evolving or mutating into something MORE, or LESS, human ... so your very own group might possibly be about to form the thin end of the next evolutionary wedge!
Bloody hell...
Hmmm, sounds like a daring new version of Sweeny Todd! I'm glad it went well. And you didn't get eaten.
This made me nostalgic for my so-recent career, that of coordinating teenagers' dramatic efforts. Just when I thought I'd turned my back on it!
Happy reunions next week. Or round about now since this comment trails the post by about a week.
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