All the Plays a Stage, and We.....
I am now re-writing this entire post as Blogger ATE it when I was nearly done. I shall choose to think I am meant to work this day thru a little more...
Cabel had a great day. He was so happy. He got lots of attention, met lots of new dogs and I bought him this great new Doo-dah from an animal rescue group. He slept all the way home.
I didn't get many pictures today, but here is Joe Smith, from Bedlam, playing my new Ullieann pipes. It's not a great photo, but there you have it. He says they are mighty fine pipes, and need a little work, but that he can do it for me, and then teach me to play.
It seems to be a thing that is coming around to me. About ten years ago, I gave Joe a fiddle, all inlaid and lovely, but he loved it, and I didn't play it much. Now he is teaching me pipes. Joe says that Ullieann pipes are the instrument that pulls at his soul. Me too. It's such a fine bit of magic, pipes like those. He also says they are harder to play than anything else created on this earth.
My respect for Mark Sieve reached new heights today, watching him perform the show with his new partner John. The crowd was sad, as was to be expected, but it did my heart so good to see the support and the standing ovation at the end. They pulled it off like the professionals they are.
It hit me harder than I thought. I thought I had done my tears, but there they were at the end. I thank Todd Menton for being there and giving me the strength to go back and talk to Mark. Todd is opening for them this year, as Paul and I did before, Todd was the act who opened for them before Paul and I. It made me so happy him there, even tho the circumstances were sad.
(no weirdness, I was truly happy to see Todd, and am glad he is there, his leaving, and Paul and I's had nothing to do with each other, or Joe and Mark, and we are all true friends)
It is so hard as you want to be there for a friend who has lost so much, but at the same time, you don't want to intrude.
(Gayle, you didn't, and it meant a lot that you came up and spoke)
I thank my friend who went with me today, My Fire, who also knew Joe. I needed her, and her being there helped me so. We had a weep together, and kept it together. SO much love out there today, so many memories. SO much family.
Talking with Mark was a good thing. We had hugs, and some laughs, remembering Joe. We talked of George Carlin's take on death, and how you get a five minute warning and should use it to do something dramatic. Mark says actors get 15 minutes. I got to have hugs with Joe's daughter, our Ice Maiden. I got to meet John , Marks new partner and shake his hand and tell him he was good, and say "Tough gig, no pressure or anything..."
Tough day. Lovely day. Healing day. Long day.
Got to come home to Neighbours and Bengals.
I think I may have said more the first time I did this, before Blogger ate it, but perhaps I need to leave it at this. With one thought..
We are such stuff
As dreams are made on; and our little life
Is rounded with a sleep.
I have always thought that said pretty much everything....
Love, and sweet good nights,