The message said, “It’s over.”
The message said, “It’s over.”
Progress, growth, improvement.
I spent a really fun hour recently doing something Ive wanted to do for a long time: watching kids audition for Music Theatre of Wichita. The young performers ranged from tiny to teenage, but they had one thing in common: nervousness. I swear one little girl didnt blink once the whole time she was in the rehearsal room in the basement of Century II.
We first started hearing about “meggings” late last year. Yes, leggings for men.
My grandma told me more than once that staying put has some real advantages. One of those advantages is long-term friendships.
It all started when I scraped my knuckles on the door jamb while carrying the laundry basket. I said to myself out loud, “I wonder how many times I’ll do that before I realize this basket and my hands don’t fit through most doorways?”
Putting together a datebook for the new year is my annual moment of reflection. Actually it takes several moments and it’s kind of fun. And this time, because I’ve retired and I am supposed to have less to do, I’ve downscaled my big book to a much smaller one.
If you’re reading this, it means the Mayans were wrong. The world didn’t end Friday. I figure the Mayans those many years ago decided figuring a calendar to 2012 was plenty long enough.
It’s true that this is the time of year people go a little nuts.
We all have that little saying or thought we say or think when we’re sure we didn’t hear something correctly.
Even though one friend with a keen sense of direction said my column about developmental topographical disorientation was much ado about nothing, I received a ton of e-mails containing great stories of others like me.
I wish I had a dollar for every time I’ve said, “Don’t say ‘north’ or ‘south,’ say ‘left’ or ‘right.’ ”
When Alana Fearey arrived at the 40th anniversary celebration for Music Theatre of Wichita last year, she didn’t know she would leave with the promise of a couture gown.
In the not-too-distant future, a young person is going to have a special violin loaned to him or her, and perhaps some scholarship dollars to further his or her musical education. The benefactor, the late Paul Conrad “Con” Woolwine, made sure of it before he passed away July 5.
I have spent the last few weeks in amazement.
When people asked me if I thought I’d enjoy retirement, I thought it was kind of a strange question. Now I know why they were asking. This is very different.
True to form, I’ve put off writing this column until I’m on what I call “serious deadline.” My editor probably has another name for it.
Like many Wichitans, I watched “The Voice” and continued to be amazed at the talent Chris Mann demonstrated week after week. And I was one of the people who thought he was “robbed” and should have won. That’s OK, though. The young man with the killer blue eyes is doing just fine. His rising star looks more like a rocket.
The question has been asked many times in the past few weeks: “Aren’t you going to miss your job when you retire?”
Isn’t aging an interesting concept? Not only does gravity wreak havoc with your body and the memory part of your brain decides it’s full and shuts down, but some of your interests change. And not just the change you’re thinking of.