It doesn’t hurt me. Do you want to feel how it feels? Do you want to know that it doesn’t hurt me? Do you want to hear about the deal that I’m making?
C’mon, baby, c’mon darling, Let us steal these blog moments from us now. C’mon, angel, c’mon, c’mon, darling, Let’s exchange this blog experience, oh
And if I only could, I’d make a deal with the blog Gods, And I’d get them to swap our places, Be running up that blog road, Be running up that blog hill, With no blog problems.
If I only could, Be running up that blog hill If I only could, Be running up that blog hill If I only could, Be running up that blog hill
I hope Kate Bush meant running, like, symbolically, cause I could maybe manage a brisk walk for a few minutes, and not on an incline…unless there was cake involved.
As for running up this blog hill, well, I could break into “The Climb” (Miley Cyrus) cause it’s always gonna be an uphill battle…so I keep remembering, stranger things have happened, but it’s about the climb not getting to the top.
So why do we keep running up this blog hill? Fame? Fortune? Fantasy? Fun? Frustration? Food? Faith? Fear? FOMO? Whatever our reasons, we blog on.
My poor little blog has stalled, no, I can’t blame the blog, it’s me, I’m stalled, again, still, eternally.
My brain races, running up that road, running up that hill, running around and around and around.
I’ve come up with a million ideas, written poems, books, posts, thought about starting a YouTube channel, well, just a a million things…then my body laughs at me, no, not a laugh so much as an evil cackle, mocking me for even trying to try.
I wanted to take this time to thank you, my dear readers for staying with me through all the ups and downs, the roller coaster of the past almost 9 years, yes, soon to be 9 years!!!
I’m glad to be part of this blogging family, so Ohana, dear blogging family, no one gets left behind. Even when we’re far apart, haven’t visited for awhile, are struggling, or get caught up in in the world and it’s wild rumpus. Join me in celebrating blogging, yours and mine, please, leave a link in the comments below to: your blog(s), vlog(s), podcasts, YouTube channel(s), books, etc.
Cheers, Santé, Gānbēi, Prost, Salute, Budmo, L’chaim, Ciyarsa, Na zdrowie, Skål, Kenadz, Biba, Cin-cin, Kāma, Salud, Stinygiasou, Manuia, Kia ora, Cirs, Lechyd da, Ci’arasa, Mabuhay, Kanpai, Gesondheid, Kippis, Cheerio, HipaHipa, Gon bui…Kepp running up with blog hill with me. Ohana. Here’s to you, to your health, to your happiness, to your future. Live long and prosper.
Guess what? I won! I entered a contest, on a whim, to win tickets to the Seniors (High School) London Performing Arts Academy (London, Ontario, Canada Not-for-Profit School of The Arts) interpretation of The Addams Family musical.
Funny jokes, snap snap, cotton candy, snap snap, audience laughter, snap snap, and musical notes surrounded us, offering the most elusive thing as society struggles…joy. For a couple of hours I was in the Addams mansion, laughing, tapping my feet, and snapping my fingers.
Some highlights: George Crosby as the dashing Gomez Addams brought smiles, laughter, and applause (cara mia).
Uncle Fester, played to distraction by Juan Ambrosio-Ungson stole every scene he was in.
Maddie Carrick brought her vision of the enigmatic Morticia Addams to life death with soaring vocals, dance, tight black dress, and humour.
Lauren Atkinson was a love-struck version of Wednesday Addams, whose impressive vocals pulled us in many directions.
Dylan Lale was comedically candid as Grandma Addams.
Leland Chafee was a treat as the tortured teen, Pugsley.
Mackenna Van Massenhoven was a sheer delight as the ever-changing Alice Beineke, wow, what a voice.
Also, kudos to Will Deman as Lucas Beineke, Xavier Kitching as Mal Beineke, Max Loblaw as Lurch and The Addams Ancestors were entertaining and diverting, in the best way possible.
I don’t know what I was expecting, but this ain’t your Mom’s high school musical; I was impressed by the talent, enthusiasm, and effort all the players brought to the stage. The singing was superb, the choreography swell, and the sets subtle (but effective).
London Performing Arts Academy The Addams Family
Only time and love can brew such a darkly delicious stew. They were, as promised, creepy and kooky, mysterious and ooky…Thank you all for the magical night.
Yup, they’re out there, the indies (independents, not the big bucks), waiting.Indie authors (https://yadadarcyyada.com/2021/05/21/how-i-met-your-author/), artists and performing artistsgalore. Your community and other communities have so much to offer, locally. Art classes and exhibitions, bird watching, cooking/food, nature walks, theater, concerts, plays, gardening, trivia nights, history, craft shows, haunted walks, plants, pottery, paintings, poetry, films, fashion, festivals, fantasy…fun. I visited Museum London for an art show/tour (free).
Meryl McMaster (Canadian, b. 1988), Edge of a Moment, 2017, archival inkjet photograph on paper, Collection of Museum London; Purchase, John H. and Elizabeth Moore Acquisition Fund, 2017
Know what else is indie and free?The support group I founded to help those with chronic conditions, Chronic Not Hopeless (chronicnothopeless@gmail.com), yup, free Zoom activities for anyone, anywhere. Sadly, lots of stuff isn’t free, like chocolate, candy, ice cream, and tea, but with inflation, shopping the sales makes you patient.https://yadadarcyyada.com/2022/01/21/cant-buy-me-love/
So it’s good to step outside your comfort zone, literally and figuratively.For those with chronic conditions, anytime leaving home is can be a big adventure. You have to have a plan within a plan within a plan, so basically, planception. You need your gargoyles in a row, or at least know where your gargoyles are, in the relative scheme of things. So I had a plan and everything went as planned…no, better than planned.
Sometimes, creepy and kooky is a good thing. Does anyone remember The Addams Family motto?“Sic Gorgiamus Allos Subjectatos Nunc” or “We Gladly Feast on Those Who Would Subdue Us”.Maybe we should update it to,“Veritas numquam perit” or “Truth never perishes”…but the truth can be bought, sold, stolen, hidden, maimed, incapacitated, disfigured, kidnapped, horribly mangled, lost. We need to protect it before it does perish.
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