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The Living Without Series

This is a series of posts that I wrote back in 2006 on living with less stuff. Check them out: liv011Living #2liv031liv04

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The Chicken Doctor

April

The Architect

Clay

And a 5,6,7,8…..

Lately, I’ve been the BIG IDEA machine.  I’ve been spouting out huge scenarios to my friends and family about how we could do this thing or that thing and most of the ideas have singing or dancing involved.  My husband thinks I’m going a little crazy and said, “Are you going to turn into your mother and start a traveling puppet team?”  To which I answered, “No, no puppets….we’ll just do skits!!!”

A few weeks ago the Senior class at school asked if Clay or I would serenade each other at half time during a basketball game for one of their fundraisers.  My first reaction was, “Dear GOD NO!”  But, then I started to  think about it.  That’s when I usually get in trouble, when I start thinking.  So, I started thinking what if we did a little song AND danced to it?  Yes, we could dance..that would be okay, a dance.  I started going through songs trying to pick out something silly that had to do with love and contemplating if we would do some swing dancing or if it should be more free style disco.  I pretty much had it all put together, well I had a couple songs picked out and maybe one dance move, okay I didn’t have any dance moves, but I wasn’t worried about that , because I move through life doing dance moves, so choreographing something really isn’t that big of a deal, right?  Then Clay came home.  And squashed my dreams.

“I’m not doing it.”

“Why? It would be funny and it’s for a good cause.”

“No.”

“But, I have some music all ready to go.”

“April….I need at least three weeks to prepare something like this.  And I’d need to have a few shots of whiskey before I got up to sing, I don’t think it’s a good idea.”

“But….but…”

“No.”

“But, the kids…they really want you to do it.”

“No. It’s not going to happen.”

“Can we do it next year?”

“Probably not.”

“I could choreograph a part with other people and maybe hire a band.”

“You’re not listening.  I’m not going to do it.”

“I think if we changed the lyrics to this song and added some foxtrot steps and then did some yoga moves it would fit nicely.”

“Honey, I’m sorry…..I’m not going to do it.”

“Okay, I’ll hire an actor to play you and maybe we could incorporate some animal tricks too.”

“You need to stop thinking about it.”

“I have a year to plan it, it will be awesome.”

“I’m not going to change my mind.”

“Do you think the school band could learn how to march by next year? I could have all the staff come out in matching sweaters to sing with us.  We could throw stuff at the crowd.  I could bring in a swimming pool and do an underwater ballet.  Is there a place in town that has strobe lights?  Would a fog machine be too much?  Would our athletic director get upset if I asked to have the game moved to a theater with a large stage?  I’ll have to send out an evite.  This would be a great volunteer opportunity.”

“April, life is not a musical number.”

“I forgot about the mascot!  I should incorporate the mascot somehow.”

“What’s for dinner?”

“Do you think the coaches would mind if the basketball players came out and danced with us?  Just at the end, the big finale.  They’ll have to be on the court to warm up anyway.”

“Did you get the mail?”

“And the CHEERLEADERS!!!”

“You know none of this is going to happen, right?’

“sigh….I know.”

“I’m sorry.  Your life is a drama about a musical that never happens.”

“Life would be so fun if everything had choreography and if people would spontaneously burst into song.”

“Yes, yes, what’s for dinner?’

And that was the end of that little psychotic brainstorming session.  But, since then I’ve had at least four more.  I’m just one puppet away from turning into my mother who during her midlife crisis started a traveling puppet team and nearly drove me crazy with puppet practices and competitions.

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