King's Theatre Glasgow
So it was The Sound of music on Saturday. The big Boys and I up in the Gods because I'd left it too late to get nearer seats. After a while the weird stuff my new varifocals were doing and the rustling and banging of the matinee cheap seats didn't matter, we were drawn in.I suppose if you were a theater critic you could probably find things wrong with the production, but I'm not, so I won't. Jason Donovan, sigh, as Captain von Trapp was perhaps a little on the wooden side, but it didn't matter - you wood, woodn't you? (Sorry).
We were Climbing Ev'ry Mountain, Do-Re-Me-ing, and having Confidence.
Ah. And our Favourite Things
Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens
Bright copper kettles and warm woolen mittens
Brown paper packages tied up with strings
These are a few of my favorite things
Cream colored ponies and crisp apple streudels
Doorbells and sleigh bells and schnitzel with noodles
Wild geese that fly with the moon on their wings
These are a few of my favorite things
Girls in white dresses with blue satin sashes
Snowflakes that stay on my nose and eyelashes
Silver white winters that melt into springs
These are a few of my favorite things
When the dog bites
When the bee stings
When I'm feeling sad
I simply remember my favorite things
And then I don't feel so bad
I thought perhaps it might be mildly diverting to list my favorite things. For the purposes of this exercise I'm taking my darling family and our lovely home as a given.
Lattes at stations and clean sheets on my bed,
Songs from the musicals stuck in my head,
Friends sending emails that make inbox pings,
These are a few of my favorite things
Comments on blog posts and grown men with poodles
Good books and 'tec shows and stir fry with noodles
Through airplane windows a view of the wings
These are a few of my favorite things
Eating spaghetti with bolognaise splashes
Catching the moment when my camera flashes
Silver white winters that melt into springs
These are a few of my favorite things
When the bills come
When the boys fight
When I'm feeling sad
I simply remember my favorite things
And then I don't feel so bad
Apologies to Rodgers and Hammerstein