Twelfth Night and Twisted Weather

What a week this has been. Where has March gone?   If the time passes any faster, I will be going backward.

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We were having some decent weather and then, last Saturday, BAM, we got dumped on with several inches of snow.  It wouldn’t have been so bad, but our granddaughter was starring in Twelfth Night at her school and they live an hour and a half away from us and we kept hearing how bad the roads were.  David said we weren’t going and then he said he thought we could make it. I packed an overnight bag. Then it got worse and we decided we should not try to drive.   We kept in touch with our family there and they cancelled the afternoon show, but we were planning on going to the evening show and it was still on.  I was crying because this was her last performance at this school as she is a senior and we were going to miss it.  Then they called and said the evening performance was cancelled and there would be a show on Sunday. Hurray!.

The next day the sky was blue, the roads were clearer and so off we went. We hadn’t gone very far when we saw several cars in the ditch.  We were so glad we didn’t try to get out on Saturday.   We saw the show and it was wonderful.  I have never read Shakespeare’s Twelfth Night, but I knew it was about a girl, pretending to be a boy and another girl falls in love with her/him to her dismay.   Even after reading the synopsis of the play, I am still a little confused  But it was a good play with several funny places in it. The costumes were beautiful, the sets were amazing and the music was very good.   Our granddaughter had a couple of solos and she got to play her ukulele.

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Sorry for the poor picture, but here she is dressed as a boy.

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Here she is singing a solo.

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She has a very beautiful voice and I love to hear her sing. Can’t believe she is so grown up. Just yesterday we were holding her on our laps.

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Anyway, if you know anything about the play, she marries the man she loves and the woman who had loved her/him met a man and married him.   That is not the man behind her. I don’t know who that is!

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Here she is with her stepdad, mom and little brother. I say little, but he is taller than most of us and not done growing.   I tell him he reminds me so much of my father, and he does.  Except for the red hair.

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Here’s her other “little brother” eating snacks from the snack table they set up in the hall.  He was eating these cookies.

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Some mother made these and they were good.

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All the seniors in the play came out and talked and they gave flowers or gift cards to the adults that had helped with the play. They were all so poised.  I don’t remember being that comfortable in front of a crowd when I was their age.  I still don’t like speaking in front of people.

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It was a wonderful afternoon, but we had to head back home.  When we got home there was a card from the local sheriff on our door saying we had been in an accident.  What!?

David went down to the sheriff’s office the next day and they could not tell him much as the accident report was not done. He told them we had not gone anywhere on Saturday which was the date on the card. Then David came home and saw this.

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Our mailbox on the ground.  Neither of us had noticed this when we came home.

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Tire tracks  from the road went through our yard.  He called the sheriff’s department and told them what happened and called our insurance company.   Then I noticed our lilac bush in the front yard was pushed down.  Someone had run off the road, hit our mailbox, continued into our yard and hit the lilac bush.   I hope they are okay.  We never saw anything or heard anything so we think it happened while we were in Indianapolis and the sheriff just put the wrong date on the card.   I guess exciting things happen when we are out of town.

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It was a good mailbox.  A friend had given me those quilt stickers to put on it

Here’s to grandchildren.  And sudden snows, even when they interrupt life.  Bye.

 

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