Last night was our opening night for our play
Celtic Yuletide Celebrations. It went beautifully. I have a great feeling of pride for the result of our efforts.
When I woke up yesterday I had a moment of concern because the forecasters on the morning news noted a possibility of snow. I feared that such weather would discourage people from attending or at a minimum it would dampen their mood. Thankfully the snow never arrived, and we had a reactive and lively audience.
I think that I have come to love the practices as much as the show itself. There is a certain level of ritual to the proceedings. I was considering that next week I won't have to rush off from work at the end of the day any more, and how much I am going to miss that. Although many of the people in the play have been my friends for years there are some people I may not see again on a regular basis. I will miss those event-friendships.
I feel particularly happy that this play has helped me to feel closer to John Gerlick. I feel more that he considers me his friend too, and not just the friend of his sons. That really gives me joy.
Well one performance down and three more too go. I hope that the "gods of the theater" and the "spirit of the show" are with us for all three.