It’s a wonderful life. No, it really is. I just got back a few minutes ago from a community production of George Bailey’s struggles in the play “It’s Wonderful Life.” I have been to this little theater four times. The first time was great. I saw “Horton Hears A Who.” It was a kid’s production and the cast was terrific. Horton was a stand out. Another was terrible and the other two were OK. This moved back up on the production scale ladder.
This is a very small struggling theater. The stage is cramped and they use what they have very well. Crowd scenes are awkward at best. All four productions grouped their crowds in a semi circle. I wanted to scream. The high school productions do the same thing. It appears that so much time is spent directing the primary cast with little time left over for the extras. A minor complaint! I still enjoyed the show.
I came home this morning from church and noticed that the little fichus tree outside my door had been stripped of its decorations. This would be the third year I decorated the tree with crocheted snowflakes. But this is the first year they were removed. They hung them on the curtain rods behind the three. I don’t know for sure who did it, but I have my suspicions. The mad woman of destruction! At least she didn’t hid the snowflakes on me. That’s he normal MO. Then, it could have been a new “mover.” Around here, you never know,
The building is decorated. It is beautiful. It is really beginning g to look a lot like Christmas. If we get the snow they are predicting, we will have a white Christmas. That will be great as long as we don’t to go some place. However, I do want to get out to the hills where my family live. Christmas would suck with being with my grandkids.
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