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Chatty on Sunday

May 14, 2017 at 9:36 am by Claudia

Around 5:00 yesterday afternoon, my niece sent a text to me with this photo:

I cannot tell you how happy this made me! That’s Christy, who pays Anastasia, on the left and my great-niece, Vivi, on the right. (Vivi is my late brother’s granddaughter.)

Doesn’t Vivi look like she is going to burst with happiness?

I had arranged everything with Christy and her assistant but since I wasn’t actually there, I was nervous that somehow they wouldn’t get through the stage door, that something would go wrong. So I was sitting here in the den, watching the clock, hoping that I’d hear from Liz, my niece. When this came through, I relaxed. Liz said that Vivi was ‘starstruck’ and that they had the most wonderful time, loved the show and even got a tour of the backstage area. A big thank you to Christy and Chandalae, her assistant.

Anastasia  is such a wonderful show, full of rich, gorgeous music that hearkens back to the glorious music of Rodgers and Hammerstein. That’s one of the reasons I love it so much. I’m not a fan of musicals with a ‘pop’ sound, where one tune morphs into another and are virtually indistinguishable from each other. (Exception: Hamilton, which is brilliant and so much more than rap/pop music.) So, Anastasia  is a musical in the traditional vein and a family musical, at that. That’s why I didn’t expect it to be nominated for many, if any, Tony awards. The Tonys tend to go for cutting-edge, fresh musicals, which is fine. The exception this year is Hello Dolly  with Bette Midler, but she is a force of nature and she was absolutely born to play that role.

I was disappointed that Christy wasn’t nominated, because I believe she should have been, but I’m thrilled Mary Beth Peil was nominated for her role as the Dowager Empress. She is extraordinary. She once said to me, in a written response to a note I gave her, “You who can hear the grass grow – I love it!” (My job is all about listening.) That made me so happy that I have it printed out on my bulletin board. Her performance is elegant, touching and lyrical and I do so hope she wins.

I’m also thrilled that Linda Cho was nominated for her exquisite costume design. There were a lot of new musicals this year and it was very competitive, but from simply reading about each one, I could have predicted the nominees and pretty much did.

Then there’s Escape to Margaritaville, the Jimmy Buffett musical that Don is in – the audience sings along with the Buffett songs, comes up on stage at times, cheers, talks back – as Don says, “It’s a party!” Two completely different musicals!

Change of subject:

Bridal Veil spirea.

Sweet white violets that I found in the side garden bed.

Editorial comment (my conflicted opinion and my opinion only): I read a wonderful essay by Anne Lamott on why she doesn’t go for the whole Mother’s Day thing (and she’s a mom) and she echoed a conversation that Don and I had just the day before. While I honor mothers, including my own, I do think that many people have complex reactions to Mother’s Day, because not every maternal relationship is Hallmark card worthy. The “Day” can evoke sadness at the loss of a parent, estrangement from a parent, the loss of a child, the inability to conceive, not ever knowing one’s mother, or having a mother who should never have been one. I’m conflicted about this sort of day. I always called my mom on Mother’s Day, of course, because I loved her and I knew it meant a great deal to her to hear from me on that day. But as a daughter, every day should be a day I honor my mom, right? I received the most beautiful card from my sister for Mother’s Day and it made me cry. And this morning, Little Z sent me a video message saying “Happy Mother’s Day.” I melted. Let me add that I honor my sister on this day because she is an incredible mother to her three sons. But I honor her every day. So…conflicted.

I won’t go into the whole “you’ve never known what it is to love until you’ve had a child” thing. Please. Love is love is love is love is love.

Same for Valentine’s Day. Too much pressure for those who, for a variety of reasons, feel sadness on that day. And again, Don and I say “I love you” to each other countless times a day. We don’t need a special day to acknowledge our love for each other. In fact, we sort of make it a practice not to do anything special on that day – but that’s just us.

I’m not meaning to rain on anyone’s parade, I’m just being honest about my conflicted feelings on what I call “Hallmark” holidays. I miss my mother. I miss being a mom to my dogs. But I feel that every day and it has absolutely nothing to do with Mother’s Day.

Nevertheless, I do wish all of you moms a Happy Mother’s Day because I want to take a moment on this day to acknowledge you. And if on this day, you are showered with presents or a beautiful brunch or simply a hug and a thank you, that makes me very happy. But if you’re feeling blue on this day, know that you are loved, as well.

Happy Sunday.

 

 

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The Day After The Day After

April 26, 2017 at 9:51 am by Claudia

I have no photos to show you of the past two days. Sorry.

It was a whirlwind and there was lots of activity from the moment I arrived until the moment I left.

Luckily, I was able to check into the hotel a bit earlier than the standard 4 pm so I could relax and then get ready for the 6:30 curtain (opening night curtains tend to be early, in order to take press photos and allow time for the party afterwards – especially when it’s on a weeknight as this was.)

Lots and lots and lots of people there. Don had mentioned to me that something might be delivered to me at the theater and, while lovely news, this made me wonder what the heck I was going to do with it. Do I stash it at the theater? At the party? But when I entered the stage door before the show, there was nothing with my name on it in the immediate vicinity. Okay, I told the guard, I’ll try again after the show.

I ran into lots of people I know and/or have worked with before. There were many celebrities, to be expected, and the curtain was late going up because getting them all inside was a mammoth undertaking.

The show was glorious. The actors were so ready to finally open the show! It was wonderful, but then again, I knew it would be. There was a long curtain call, with the director, playwright, composer and lyricist coming onstage, as well.

I went back through the stage door. No flowers. Hmmm.

The party was at the Marriott Marquis, up several escalators to the eighth floor (this took forever!) in a huge area that encompassed two floors. I’m not exaggerating when I say there were hundreds and hundreds of people there. Too many for this girl who likes quiet! But I ran into several friends and had some lovely conversations, all while waiting for the actors to come out of the press room (yes, another press room.) That took a couple of hours. I didn’t want to leave without hugging them and saying my goodbyes, so I didn’t leave the party until almost midnight.

While at the party, the choreographer and a couple of other people said “Hey, you’ve got flowers and gifts backstage!”

What??

Turns out they were four floors up in the room where the young Anastasias are tutored. Since I never go up there, thank goodness they told me about it. It was too late to get them at that point, but at least I was saved having to tell Don that the flowers never came, and yesterday morning I walked over to the theater (their day off) and persuaded the guard to let me go up there and retrieve my things. Don sent lovely flowers (you can see them on IG) and there were several gifts and thank you notes, along with a framed Anastasia  poster that included the words: Opening Night, April 24, 2017.

Sleep was almost impossible because I was on sensory overload. In the end, I think I got about 3 or 4 hours of sleep. So when I got home yesterday, I found myself nodding off in my chair for two hours. Except for retrieving my gifts and getting home, I accomplished exactly nothing yesterday.

What a wonderful experience and I am so grateful for the opportunity to work with the talented cast and crew and creatives! Darko was happy. We were happy.

My contract stipulates that I’ll work with future replacement cast members and on the national tour, which should happen sometime next year.

So, it’s a temporary goodbye to Anastasia. Watching the young cast members who were making their Broadway debuts and/or debuts in a starring role was gratifying.

It’s a big deal.

I don’t read reviews of shows I’ve worked on. I made that decision many, many years ago. It’s only one person’s opinion, therefore it’s subjective, and I usually have too much of an emotional investment in the show to want to read a review – good or bad. I know what it is for me, and that’s all that matters.

So don’t quote any reviews, okay?

I’m going to slowly get back into things. Currently, I’m battling an ant invasion in the kitchen and it’s driving me mad. I’ve put out baits. I’ve sprinkled cinnamon, which I’m told is a good deterrent. Not working. Any ideas or tips?

Happy Wednesday.

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The Bitter and the Sweet

April 24, 2017 at 8:15 am by Claudia

Starting to open.

I did a lot of yard work yesterday. And then, hearing that rain would be here on Tuesday and Wednesday, I mowed the entire front lawn. If I had let it go until Thursday, it would have been way too long.

At the end of that little job, I was exhausted.

My friends, Noble and Tina, stopped by yesterday to give me an Opening Night present:

A beautiful azalea to plant in my garden, along with this McCoy pot. I’m thrilled to say that I didn’t have this particular piece of McCoy. I do now! Thank you, Noble and Tina. This was presented in a box decorated by Tina with the ‘Romanov’ crest – entirely appropriate for Anastasia.

As often happens in life, this is a day of highs and lows. Anastasia is opening tonight. That’s the high.

Three years ago, on this date, my mother passed away.

I miss her every day.

The bitter and the sweet.

I’m off to get ready to catch the bus to the city. If I decide to take my laptop along, I’ll try to post tomorrow. If I don’t, you’ll see a post on Wednesday.

Happy Monday.

 

 

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