Jun 14, 2009

The Unexpected

So after only one rehearsal for CATS I've got the songs stuck in my head. As I might have mentioned before, I have never seen this show and only know from it the song, Memories, as most do. I've always thought it to be a bunch of disturbing adults dressing up as creepy cats and prancing around. I got the music and thought "What in the world?" The song titles seemed so ridiculous. So I finally decided to see what all the fuss was about. For those who don't know, and it's probably just me and you're all thinking "Where have you been?," but the musical is based on the famous T.S. Eliot's "Old Possum's Book of Practical Cats." I looked up the poems and they are quite fun and so intricately done. He has one called "The Naming of Cats." Here it is.

The Naming of Cats is a difficult matter,
It isn't just one of your holiday games;
You may think at first I'm as mad as a hatter
When I tell you, a cat must have THREE DIFFERENT NAMES.
First of all, there's the name that the family use daily,
Such as Peter, Augustus, Alonzo or James,
Such as Victor or Jonathan, or George or Bill Bailey -
All of them sensible everyday names.
There are fancier names if you think they sound sweeter,
Some for the gentlemen, some for the dames:
Such as Plato, Admetus, Electra, Demeter -
But all of them sensible everyday names.
But I tell you, a cat needs a name that's particular,
A name that's peculiar, and more dignified,
Else how can he keep up his tail perpendicular,
Or spread out his whiskers, or cherish his pride?
Of names of this kind, I can give you a quorum,
Such as Munkustrap, Quaxo, or Coricopat,
Such as Bombalurina, or else Jellylorum -
Names that never belong to more than one cat.
But above and beyond there's still one name left over,
And that is the name that you never will guess;
The name that no human research can discover -
But THE CAT HIMSELF KNOWS, and will never confess.
When you notice a cat in profound meditation,
The reason, I tell you, is always the same:
His mind is engaged in a rapt contemplation
Of the thought, of the thought, of the thought of his name:
His ineffable effable
Deep and inscrutable singular Name.

The cats in the show have some pretty silly names - Grizabella, Macavity, Rumpleteazer, Mungocherrie, Skimbleshanks: The Railway Cat, Bustopher Jones : The Cat About Town...and the list goes on. So being horn players and being goofy, my friend and I spent the rehearsal thinking of Cat names for each other. Mine is "Humbletina." Heather's is "Pepperpickle Tap Thumper: The Chipper Cat."

Chloe decided to smile and pose for a good twenty minutes the other day so I got some good pictures.

Look at those haunches!!

The bewildered look.

Still smiling all the time- except when she wants her way, as most of us do.

It's been so light out during the summer at Hannah's bed time so I began reading her a book and then letting her read herself to sleep. This is a girl OBSESSED with vacuums so I chuckled when I saw which page she fell asleep to. The one on her left has a daddy pushing a vacuum.

The next night. She likes this book because the bugs eat cupcakes for every meal.

We got to have our first offical playdate at the Finleys. They made homemade pizza and the kids a great time in the pool.

Chloe is the glamour girl lounging in the chair.

Tornado!! Wednesday was quite interesting. At the Finley's we heard about the shooting at the Holocaust museum. I was really concerned until I heard more info because my parents were vacationing in D.C. and that museum was on their agenda. All turned out to be well with them. That evening Chloe and I were at the computer and Dax was giving Hannah a bath when we heard the tornado sirens blare! We didn't even know bad weather was headed our way. I peeked outside and saw that the sky was that sickly green color. And if you know me, you know I know what that means! We dragged what we could out of the hall closet and crouched down. Chloe was unhappy because she wanted a bottle and didn't know what the heck we were doing. Hannah was suprisingly calm and quiet. There was quite a bit of noise outside and I was just waiting to hear our roof rip off and was worried about us holding onto the girls. The sirens stopped soon and after a call from Nana we got out. Our tree in the backyard had ripped in half. It's much bigger than it looks in this picture. The half on the ground is completely immovable so the city will have to come get it. I suppose we'll have to repair the fence now too. Crazily enough, none of the toys or other items on the deck or grass were even budged. Driving through town, there was quite a bit of debris that suggested strong winds but not enough to be a tornado so we weren't sure there ever was one. The next day, one of my (reliable) students said he and his brother actually watched the tornado float above and past them, not reaching the ground!

Friday Dax and I had a date night for our anniversary and went to the Kimbell Art Museum in Fort Worth. We saw the "Art and Love in Renaissance Italy" exhibit and really liked it.

Connect 4! I found this game at a garage sale and I've missed it! Hannah had fun playing with it and the chips intrigued Chloe motivating her to scoot.

She's learning to lift her little legs and push. She hasn't figured out how to use her knees yet.

I liked this picture and then thought "Where have I seen this before?"

Oh yes, about 20 months ago. : )

1 comment:

melody said...

haha chloe is so funny!
and that made me laugh about hannah having that book open to the vacuum cleaner page! haha