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Although I have the right to talk about my experiences, insofar as they relate to my family members, I pledge to be more sensitive to their reactions to certain things that I say.
I will not use this blog to document the process of cleaning out my father's apartment any longer.
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Tavie (rhymes with GRAVY)
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Tavie (rhymes with GRAVY)
Gina got us tickets to the current revival of Godspell for Christmas, and we went to the show tonight. It was at Circle in the Square, and the third production of this show I've seen. The first was in 2000, about a year after Gina and I met and I got her tickets for her birthday and we went together and it was one of the best times we've ever had together, and the second was when I was in Sweden and saw a production in the park, in Swedish, with a woman Jesus. So this was Godspell #3, and it was wonderful. It works really beautifully in the round - and there are no really bad seats in the house - and the staging was fresh and there were a lot of theatrical surprises, and the cast was young and beautiful and energetic and dazzlingly talented. We had an understudy Jesus, and he was so very young and adorable and charming and perfect - but the Judas was really spectacular. Since I go to the theatre, I realize, primarily to be moved, I was satisfied that his "On the Willows" made me cry. Gina and I both agree that in this show, Judas has to be perfect - your Jesus may vary, but your Judas has to be spot-on.
Anyway, wow, a great night.
It seems wrong, somehow, to have accepted...
Fuck off, 2011. Bring on the apocalypse.
Yesterday we had a cookie exchange/tea party at Gina and Brittany's house. Tante Joan was there, and Erin's dog Goblazers who's staying with Gina and Brit for the holidays, and Gina's mom Jan, and Kitana and Kirsten and Cheryl and Tante Joan and Steph Apell and Steph's 18-month-old niece, Rachel. It was very merry and Mom would have loved it.
Steph and her mom drove me home, stopping first to help me get a Christmas tree. Today, my family came over and they and Sean helped me decorate the tree. It's very cute and cozy in my apartment now.
If only Mom could see it.
Trying!
Adam and Geraldine and AJ just moved back to NYC and spent yesterday walking around Brooklyn, rediscovering it. They ended up in our old (and my current) neighborhood, Dyker Heights, famous for its garish Christmas displays.
I joined them for a walk around the old neighborhood and it was nice. I haven't done anything Christmas-y yet, bought a few small gifts for my family that I need to wrap. I'm ambivalent about the holiday this year. I miss Mom. Part of me dreads bringing out the ornaments - I absconded with all of the family's Christmas decorations when I moved out in 2005, hanging our ornaments on the tree alongside Gina's ornaments. Gina had the tree stand, tree skirt, tree topper and lights - all i have are a box of ornaments, the old nutcracker, a couple of sorry stockings, a snow globe that belonged to Mom. A lot of glass ornaments she bought in Vienna. A lot of ornaments we bought together on various Disney trips. things from my childhood. Everything reminding me of Christmases with my family when it was whole.
Cookie-baking has been downgraded to a simpler, easier cookie exchange. We still haven't decided how we'll handle Christmas Eve. The cheery Christmas cards I had ordered in November, pre-printed with happy messages and many featuring pictures of Mom, sit unmailed on my dresser.
I'll get a tree. TJ found her old tree topper, lights and stand and she'll give them to me. But I don't know how I feel.
This used to be my favorite time of year.
