Last week the cat was not amused by my operatic alto (sometimes sliding into soprano, sometimes a gravely bass) recounting of our stormy day as it progressed:
“Ohhhh!! Django, Djangooooooh! Why are your earrrrrrrs back?!?!?! Your eyezzzzzz are wide and greeeeeeeeeen!!!!!”
“It’s cold and windy. kindascary It’s cold and windy. kindascary” [soft and low, warning of potential excitement.]
Django meows. Heads out the door, turning his head to look at me. Stares. Meows. Stares.
“Pleeeeeeeezzooooohpleeeeeeeeezzzooooohvstay inside or go owwwwwwwwwwwwwT!!!!!!” (This is obviously a Big-Exclamation Moment in the opera.)
“Please find the moh-llllllluh! Please find the moh-lllllllllluh! Please findthe, please findthe, findthefindthefindthe MOLE!!”
Brava! Brava, Lady and Mistress of Snuggledown! Brava!
(Please note that no violence was meant to be implied or condoned in this opera.)
I exit off stage, where you see me outside placing the long stick Django and I play games with, upright in a freshly-dug pile of dirt. The circle of light broadens so the audience slowly sees I am surrounded by similar piles of dirt. As far as the eye can see.
Intermission includes a brief encounter with Good Lady Snuggledown vs Bad Lady Snuggledown debating what to eat for a snack: make some kale chips, or a sweet treat of basically the unbaked version of the streusel topping on a muffin, which is really the same as kale chips nutritionally, because of the oatmeal.
Scene II: Let’s Water the Plants!!!
Cut, as I realize it’s only Tuesday, not Thirsty Thursday, the day I actually water the plants.
Scene II, Rev.: Let’s Multitask!!
I remember I was supposed to taste-test the red kraut I’ve been fermenting in the pantry, so decide to make that my snack. It’s delish! I poke a salad fork into the fragrant jar, nod my head and grin, spin into a wild, passionate Fork Dance. During the last spin, the wide hem of my yoga pants flaring out, it is revealed that Bad Lady Snuggledown is really……
“Ohhhh!! Django, Djangooooooh! Why are your earrrrrrrs back?!?!?! Your eyezzzzzz are wide and greeeeeeeeeen!!!!!”
“It’s cold and windy. kindascary It’s cold and windy. kindascary” [soft and low, warning of potential excitement.]
Django meows. Heads out the door, turning his head to look at me. Stares. Meows. Stares.
“Pleeeeeeeezzooooohpleeeeeeeeezzzooooohvstay inside or go owwwwwwwwwwwwwT!!!!!!” (This is obviously a Big-Exclamation Moment in the opera.)
“Please find the moh-llllllluh! Please find the moh-lllllllllluh! Please findthe, please findthe, findthefindthefindthe MOLE!!”
Brava! Brava, Lady and Mistress of Snuggledown! Brava!
(Please note that no violence was meant to be implied or condoned in this opera.)
I exit off stage, where you see me outside placing the long stick Django and I play games with, upright in a freshly-dug pile of dirt. The circle of light broadens so the audience slowly sees I am surrounded by similar piles of dirt. As far as the eye can see.
Intermission includes a brief encounter with Good Lady Snuggledown vs Bad Lady Snuggledown debating what to eat for a snack: make some kale chips, or a sweet treat of basically the unbaked version of the streusel topping on a muffin, which is really the same as kale chips nutritionally, because of the oatmeal.
Scene II: Let’s Water the Plants!!!
Cut, as I realize it’s only Tuesday, not Thirsty Thursday, the day I actually water the plants.
Scene II, Rev.: Let’s Multitask!!
I remember I was supposed to taste-test the red kraut I’ve been fermenting in the pantry, so decide to make that my snack. It’s delish! I poke a salad fork into the fragrant jar, nod my head and grin, spin into a wild, passionate Fork Dance. During the last spin, the wide hem of my yoga pants flaring out, it is revealed that Bad Lady Snuggledown is really……
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