What a weekend!
I'll have to rest all week! No harm done; feel pretty good, considering the level of activity--nothing a bunch of watching "Wolf Hall" and other things won't fix.
I hadn't been sure about this weekend. With a church banquet to celebrate the buddy program (where adults and kids secretly exchanged treats), a play on Saturday, and the recital on Sunday, it was too much. But I wanted to do it all. Except I was nervous about doing any of it--long car rides, walking a lot, and, of course, playing "Finlandia." So, we narrowed it down. We skipped the banquet on Friday, sending a treat along in our stead, and made arrangements for Saturday and Sunday to be easier. And in the end, it worked really well. I'm so glad it it worked.
Saturday we went to see Camelot, in a touring production in Hartford. I love Camelot. I first saw it, with Gommie, around 1980, with Richard Harris in the lead. It was my favorite musical as a child, at least before Phantom of the Opera came along. I sang it for weeks afterwards and even decorated my room as Guinevere's! I even hid my alarm clock, lamp, and stereo under cloths because, of course, there was no electricity in Camelot. I saw it again in a high school production . . . and then I haven't seen it in 30+ years. (Because I don't like the movie with Vanessa Redgrave.) But I sing the songs weekly and it's still one of my top ten.
So I was so excited to hear it was touring, buying the tickets last fall. And it was pretty good! (Especially considering it was a touring, non-Equity performance.) The actors were credible and strong singers (definitely stronger than those in Joseph), the staging had enough period flare, the costumes were rich, and I love the music--though, they cut my favorite song, "I Loved You Once in Silence." The cast had been pared down so there wasn't the full stage during "Lusty Month of May," but I liked it all. And so did the kids. We even all (mostly) got teary at the rather depressing end. Well worth the journey up. And even though all I did the whole day was sit--in the car, in the theater seat, in the car again--I was tired.
A little bonus: we picked up Tibetan food to take home for dinner!
And then Sunday. Ah Sunday, the recital. The recital I've been practicing for these last four months. I was nervous and then I'd be okay, but at least all of the tiredness of Saturday had left me. And so we went to the place where it would be. I was playing fourth, behind one child and then my two. Bud played "Gigue" and "Forth Eorlingas" (from LOTR) beautifully. And Sis played "Grand Old Flag" and the theme from Star Wars better than ever--sounded wonderful! Then it was my turn. And, well, I never knew my hands could shake so hard. After playing the first few bars just fine, I lost all control of my fingers and hit so many wrong notes. We had practiced everything else, but I didn't know how to calm them down. I barely made it through the piece, even dropping two bars in desperation. It was awful! But I didn't flap my arms or make bad faces (I think I made one, which a friend's husband noticed!) or squeal. And everyone clapped when it was over and I got hugs from the kids. I heard the rest of the marvelous pieces--the children of two other friends played their pieces beautifully and there were so many talented kids whom we've watched over the last few years. A few even played complex pieces by the Piano Guys. And all the while I listened and marveled at their skills and noticed that almost everyone made little mistakes, I thought about my performance. And you know what? It was okay. Better than that, it was wonderful! Not my piece, but that I did it under all these crazy circumstances. And I was the only adult who played. Well, there's always a first time and it's over. Everyone was very gracious afterwards, saying how well I did, and maybe I covered my mistakes better than I thought, though I doubt it--maybe they don't know "Finlandia." Sis presented me with flowers afterwards and I got a medal from the teacher. It was a lovely, lovely day (made even more so with potato chips and Ben & Jerry's afterwards!) But perhaps I'll leave recitals to the young from now on. (Or not, because I could only get better from here!)
We have nothing big on the calendar for several weeks, if any, and so I'll rest, relax, and recuperate, with lovely memories and a real feeling of accomplishment. Definitely adding this to my list of affirmations!