Thursday, July 2, 2015

July 2. Day 183. Speaking out

My baby was younger than this little mouse when he started   

Nothing makes a mum prouder than a man in a dress
Of all the words in Drama Teen's report which arrived in the mail today one line from his English teacher stood out: "He is an accomplished public speaker and performer, whose presentations are always well-prepared and thought-provoking". Well, I should think so after 13 years of performance classes. A career on stage is and pretty much always has been his aim. I can't think of anything other than stage commitments that would drag my teenager out of bed before lunch on the school holidays. It's what he loves and an investment in his future career but even if that doesn't happen, I don't think a life sentence of stage mum duties and the $$$$ to match have been a waste.  Being able to more than hold your own in front of an audience is a skill that will travel with him no matter what walk of life he decides to take.   

Wednesday, July 1, 2015

July 1. Day 182. Such a drag

Drama Teen's mate George has tried to recruit me for a project. In preparation for the 18th birthday, George was seeking embarrassing photos such as my young man wearing a dress or similar. Well here's the thing. Either you want embarrassing photos or you want photos in a dress. Those two categories are mutually exclusive. Like so many actors before him, Drama Teen relishes the "character" roles that involves frocking up. Roles such as Dustin Hoffman in Tootsie, Robin Williams in Mrs Doubtfire and John Travolta in Hairspray would be the dream.
Almost as attractive are the panto favourites such as an ugly stepsister in Cinderella. This week he's living that dream. He's in the cast of Fame Theatre's Little Red Riding Hood, a musical retelling of the tale where the wolf tries to capture Red by luring her off track with a variety of fairy tale disguises. Enter Cinders and her ugly stepsister. And what a fetching "woman" that stepsister is. Truth is, the young man is lucky he made it to the stage after saying "Mum, I need some really bad make-up for my role as an ugly stepsister. Can you lend me some?" For the record, I bought him some of his own and no he did not use my make-up tips.

Tuesday, June 30, 2015

June 30. Day 181. Ducky

It's easy to overlook the great things right in front of your eyes. Most days for three years I walked through the Brisbane Botanic Gardens almost daily as a university student. Later, I worked for six years at the same campus again taking very regular walks through the gardens. But the gardens were just a path from where I was to where I needed to be. I never bothered to stop by the duck pond or sit on the grass or enjoy the sun. It's now a place I love to just hang out with the dog, the camera and anyone else I can convince to come along. Today I was with my friend Alison and my little mate Elliott. We checked out the wildlife and discovered the new playground. Elliott loved every moment (especially the moments which involved the water bubbler). It reminded me again not to take for granted the simple things.

Monday, June 29, 2015

June 29. Day 180. Sticks and stones

As far as little white lies go, I think the one about the hurt-free nature of name calling is about the most harmful. It is so for two reasons. Firstly, it really gives bullies and cowards permission to call people whatever they want, justifying that because no actual sticks and stones were used there could be no "real"hurt. Also, it has the potential to make victims feel weak for speaking up because names are supposedly pain free. It is a saying doubtless said to try and encourage resilience but let's be honest some of those nasty things said in haste have a power to stick and go on hurting long after the physical damage has healed. I got hurt by a stick today. I tripped over it while walking the dog at Kangaroo Point. It probably wasn't the stick's fault as it was just sticking there and I was looking thorough the camera lens and not where I was going.
I can also confirm that there was name calling but  apparently names no matter how rude don't actually hurt as much when you are addressing them to yourself. In fact a few well chosen though not entirely original expletives actually help relieve the pain. So stick that up your @#$%^, Susan

Sunday, June 28, 2015

June 28. Day 179. Picture perfect

Cut and paste, a simple process involving Control C followed by Control V. Well, normally that's how it's done. Not today. Today cutting and mounting Ekka competition photographs was six hours of hard work. Now it has to be said none of those hours of work were done by me. Turns out I have neither the steady hand nor the patience for this sort of thing. Fortunately my mate Donna and partner in the Ekka photography competition business has plenty of both. So while Donna measured and sliced, I provided moral support, food and a whole pile of increasingly pedantic demands. I also provided a quality control officer in the form of Rumple who was ready to pounce on the work station should any access point to the table be left unguarded. So while Donna had four prints all of the same size, not me. I had eight prints, in three different sizes and did I go with a basic black mount? No, I did not. There were red, blue and grey mounts. And just to overly complicate it, my prints all had white boarders which makes the whole business of lining up and mounting very exacting  Not for me, obviously. But did Donna, complain? No, she did not. She just continued to measure and slice and stick even when I left for an hour or so for mum's taxi business. And I must say she did a stunning job. Even if none of my prints attracts the judges' attention, I'll have eight of my favourite photographs beautifully mounted and ready to hang in a place of my choosing.  Thanks Donna. Love ya work.

Saturday, June 27, 2015

June 27. Day 178. Life is a Cabaret

Start by admitting
From cradle to tomb
Isn't that long a stay.
Life is a Cabaret, old chum,
Only a Cabaret, old chum,
And I love a Cabaret!
I call him Drama Teen but in actual fact my boy just loves an audience and he has since he was a very small person.  He gravitates to the bright lights in much the same way as insects with all the buzz that goes with it. Tonight the venue was the Enogerra Bowls Club for Fame Theatre Company's annual Cabaret. A live band, a packed house, a microphone, a suit and a solo with backup singers and dancers - that's about as close to perfect as a Saturday night can get for Mr Showbiz. It was a proud mum moment and I must say if I needed any evidence that my boy is all grown up, here it is. Just don't forget who paid for all those lessons when you become rich and famous young man.

Friday, June 26, 2015

June 26. Day 177. Sand flies

 I still have "it" where "it" is defined as the ability to change a particularly unpleasant nappy. Thank-you and no it is nothing like riding a bike.  I spent many hours today helping care for a toddler while his mum was having a medical procedure. We read books and played ball and he ate an impressive amount of food. We would have gone to the park but we couldn't find the house keys to lock up so the sandpit it was - and what a fine choice that turned out to be. Hours of fun to be had sifting and shifting and pouring. And the best bit - I got to hand the little man back before the sand had to be removed from all the places I am sure it ended up hiding and before the clothes needed washing. Winning.