all that's past is prologue...

Yesterday was a big one for the old waterfall of tears. First, since it was Syttende Mai , Beatrix's Norwegian dance group The Peer Gynt Dancers performed at Mindekirken. She's been dancing with them since she was tiny (6? Maybe 7?), and yesterday was a clear demonstration of the dance and also leadership skills she has developed over the years. I held it together pretty much ok until they recognized her, and when she led the traditional long, snaking dance ("langdans") — think Norwegian conga line — that audience members join in on. Then it was her last performance of The Music Man , and thus her last performance on the SPA stage. The show has been quite a lift this year for any number of reasons, but I am glad she did it and I'm so proud especially of her and all the other seniors who all shone remarkably. As I told the other senior parents " Can't we just forget college and send them all off on tour together?"

I am in love with this dog, Ziggy, an overweight Keeshond in McCook, Nebraska. I want him, a lot. Unfortunately, with graduation and all kinds of things coming up, cooler heads in my household are prevailing and we are not adopting him. But of you know someone looking for a young, charming dog, he's perfect! (lmk and I can connect you) I bring this up not to show how other members of my household are more sensible than I am, but because of why he was surrendered. Because he was "too much work." This morning, I spend 20 minutes at 36th and Colfax trying to catch this little gal, who was running around alone in the street. Dogs are stupid AF about cars, and she ran out in front of the car ahead of me and almost got hit, then proceeded to run around in traffic and generally cause havoc. I left my car door open next to her to try to entice her to jump in, while posting her on Lost Dogs MN and making kissy noises. Finally, I heard someone calling, who came out of her house and...

Last night, we went out with our friends Brian and Liz. A few years ago, they introduced us to an amazing band called Bandits on the Run , who they got to know when their prodigy son H was in a show years ago (before he eschewed the theater world to become a science thought leader, I really mean it when I say he's a prodigy. But enough about H). They were in town, playing at the Fitz, opening for Alan Doyle. We were not going to go, because $$, but at the last minute 1) I got an amazing price on 4 tix, and 2) the Bandits called Liz and put us on the guest list. So we told one set of tickets to Liz's friend Eric (who loves Alan Doyle) at cost, and we sat in the house seat, and everyone was happy. And what a concert it was! We got to catch up with the band at intermission (before they started driving to Omaha), and then we went back in to hear a couple of songs, including the one where the Bandits went back on stage to sing "Wild Mountain Thyme" with Doyle (I swear, tha...

Beatrix first came to work with me at Circus Juventas when she was six days old. She went to her first spring shows when she was not quite 3 months old, and loved the lights.  She attended open houses before she was old enough to take classes,  and started in Preschoolers when she was two. And the next year: My photo stream, in fact, is full of pictures from this time every year, especially as she got older and made so many friends at circus. She has gotten at least one Smile and Style Award every year. She has taken so many acts and grown and learned so much. She has developed lifelong physical and mental strength. Today, for her last spring show, Patrick and I will be sitting in the audience (thanks, Jen!). I won't be volunteering, and for one of the very few times since he started rigging in 2015, Patrick won't be in his corner. I expect tears, while at the same time, I am so proud of her and the young woman she has become, and am thankful to CJ for the role it has played.

  I mean, technically she committed a few weeks back. Beatrix is going to Sarah Lawrence in the fall, and I could not be happier for her. Its style, of creating your own path and then investigating what that means with a small class and involved instructors, is perfect for her. The students are all self-selectingly quirky and arty. She's have easy access to all New York has to offer, while living in a small, idyllic campus. She'll be able to easily major in both theater and racial studies, while exploring lots of other topics. It's perfect for her. Sarah Lawrence was actually the first school she looked at, and it took her awhile to circle back to it being her top choice. Her aphantasia meant that she had to look at a lot of different schools, different kinds and different settings. She had to do a lot of thinking about what she wanted to do and how to get there, how she learned best, and who she wanted to be surrounded by. We went out for a second visit last fall so she co...