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Tuesday, May 29, 2012
Very, very sad about the closing of Snow White's Scary Adventure
tomorrow. It's a classic dark ride, beautifully executed, but much more important to me because it symbolizes quite a lot of the precious relationship I share with my father. It's his favorite movie, you see, and when I was a little girl, this ride was very scary to me. It was so scary, in fact, that apparently I refused to go on the ride unless I could ride next to my father so he could "protect me from the wicked witch". I'm certain I outgrew this fairly quickly, but Dad and I continued to playact that I would refuse to ride it without him. When I grew up and started going to WDW without him, I would still skip this ride, only going when he was traveling with me. Now, of course, he'll probably never go to WDW again - the thought of him there without Mom is painful and absurd - and so I suppose it's just as well that the ride is closing forever, because that little part of my life, symbolic of a much bigger part of my life, is also gone forever. -- Tavie (rhymes with GRAVY)
Andrew and Uncle Tom planned a family barbecue. It was to be on Roosevelt Island. Dad showed up early in Lighthouse Park, as the rest of us dragged our contributions through the sweltering, humid city. I got there first and found him perspiring under a tree. He had taken his shot but not eaten before heading out to scout. Now he was sitting in the shade, all the grills were taken and he had no food on him. I fed him chips and iced Fresca, called my sister and asked her to bring a sandwich when we joined us. Uncle Tom, Andrew and Joanna showed up. They had brought a portable grill, as people often circumvent the "no portable grills" rule - but today, a security officer was patrolling the cop and ticketing those with grills. Some people had been staked out since 6 in the damn morning. We sat in the shade and wondered what to do. The heat was wet and stifling, so we ended up taking a little red bus back to the dark, cluttered, dusty, but blessedly air-conditioned apartment, where Andrew cooked the meat on stovetop and in oven, and we picnicked around the table. We salvaged the day. -- Tavie (rhymes with GRAVY) Tuesday, May 08, 2012
My sister graduates from Long Island University on Thursday with a Master's in Special Education. I am so proud of her. The ceremony is in Coney Island, for whatever reason. Kirsten was really keen for the whole family to be there. Of course, Tante Joan got picked to be on a jury - she's trying to get out of it, but won't know until Wednesday night. Regardless, Dad and I will be there for her. We'll all go to dinner that evening, with TJ and some friends. Because the ceremony is in the morning - rather hideously early - I took the whole day off, and because it's in Coney Island, I invited Kirsten and Dad to sleep over at my place the night before. I'll probably stick them in my bedroom, where there's both a bed and the little flip-out couch (O the luxury of having a "couch" in my bedroom!) and Sean and I will crash on the fold-out in the living room so we can stay up late watching tv. -- Tavie (rhymes with GRAVY) Thursday, April 26, 2012
My Dad's doing OK. He's pretty independent in a lot of ways, his quality of life is decent, he is excited about his writing projects, regular outings with his friends, and so on. But there are some lingering issues (not necessarily caused by, but certainly exacerbated by his advancing age and the fact that Mom's no longer there.) Hoarding stuff, taking food out of the trash, worrisome things that drive my sister crazy and will get worse when she moves out and he's living alone. So I turned to Google (teacher, friend) and found an elder care support forum. Reading the posts is both helpful, and incredibly heartbreaking. This one post is formatted like just the saddest, saddest poem I've ever read: Posted December 28, 2011 03:00 PM hello everyone My dad is getting up wandering at night doctor put him on seroquel 150 mg, this helped him sllep thru the night After his lastest fall at home doctor put him in rehab home for 30 days to build muscle strength Now he is on 100gs My dad is getting up at night wandering to other rooms and nurses cannot keep him in bed The pyche doctor called and wants him on 200 mgs of seroquel twice a day My dad is not eating and has lost 13 pounds since thanks giving he is 122 pounds down from 135 Any advice, knowledge on seroquel effect you all have experienced would be helpful Sunday, April 15, 2012
I have to mention the Newsies musical. I saw it today with my friend Brittany, because my sister refused to see it with me (DENYING HER PAST) and I loved it so much that I actually want to see it again. I became 13 years old again in that theatre and I admit that I don't have a lot of perspective - I generally consider myself a fairly discerning fan of musical theatre, but although I admit my bias, I have to say, the show worked extremely well. It improved on the film (which I love) and the expanded songs and changed lyrics worked really well. The cast was young and cute and energetic and wildly talented - the leading man, Jeremy Jordan, is certainly going to be an enormous Broadway star and I honestly believe he deserves a Tony nod for his performance. I even like the girl-reporter character that they brought in- a much more engaging love interest than that bland thing they had in the movie. The kid who played Specs was a particularly incredible dancer, and David was fantastic, too. All-around talented cast (even the vaguely uncomfortable over-30 members of the cast.) I want to see it again. I can't remember the last time I came out of a I guess I'm one of those "Fansies". I guess it helped that almost -- Tuesday, April 10, 2012
My best friend, Steph, had a birthday last week and I wanted to get her something really nice. So I told her she could pick any Broadway show and I would take her. She picked Phantom. PHANTOM. I am notoriously snotty about Andrew -- Monday, April 09, 2012 A perfectly acceptable Easter yesterday at Tante Joan's. Mom was missed. Mom is missed. I miss Mom. Wednesday, March 28, 2012
Let me explain. Out of my total body of Facebook friends, about 25% are people that I And it started in 1993. On Prodigy. On the family computer, the old Rewind to 1992. My obsession with Disney's Beauty and the Beast (which So, 1993. Message boards. Some instinct tells me to lurk, get to know There are precious few female characters in Newsies, and the message It was so old-fashioned! I didn't even know what "e-mail" was, then -
I don't know how long I participated in Prodigy's Newsies board, but So, fuck yeah, I'm seeing the Newsies musical. --
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