Clownmommy

Riding the shotgun mommy seat and loving it!

It’s snowed in Ashland, Oregon on this morning!  It’s Tuesday, March 30.  Wintery spring!

So we’re in a hotel room in a different time zone watching television that is outside our usual habits.  There is a show on now about animals, who have tires instead of legs and live in a jungle even though some are farm animals.  Right now the crab is juggling and making fruit smoothies for the other animals.

I am reminded of a cartoon I saw when I was in Japan.  There was a piece of candy and a chocolate bar and a green pepper and a roll of toilet paper and a blonde girl and they were all friends.

So here I am alone at a table with my laptop, oh wait I’m not alone, they’re baaaaack.  The Husband and My Kid went shopping between the time that we ordered and our food which hasn’t come yet.

It is very strange to sit in a restaurant in the middle of an airport terminal.

It’s a possible clown piece…

A friend posted on her facebook page:

“Despite months of high dose chemotherapy and 6 weeks of radiation, there is still residual tumor left. Meeting with surgeon on Monday to discuss options. what a bummer”

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Two minutes till ten and My Kid is still packing.  I haven’t yet packed for myself.  I’m not going get to go to my Pilates class tomorrow am I?

Nope.

The hamster needs new bedding before we go…

Tomorrow evening we going to flying to Portland, Oregon for Spring Break.

I forgot all about packing!

Organize!

Focus!

I wish I knew how to work my camera/computer combination so I could post a photo of the cute blue and yellow tent shaped promotional invitation to Cirque du Soleil’s new show OVO beginning April 9.

I remember when we were devoted viewers of Varekai – Fire Within on the BRAVO channel during the 2002-03 winter season.  But, since we were the parents of an unpredictable toddler and tickets were very expensive we didn’t actually see it when it came to town.

Why am I posting this.  Who knows, it’s just what I thought of when I got the Cirque du Soleil mailing, remembering those cold winter nights, relaxing at the end of the day, curled up in front of the TV with my husband and my baby enjoying the vicarious thrill of the young amazing circus performers rehearsing and trying to make it into the final show remembering my own clown college and summer stock experiences.

I took myself all the way up to Madison Square Garden to buy tickets to the Ringling Bros. and Barnum & Bailey Circus which we will attend on the evening of Easter Sunday.  I like to look at the map of the seats because I like to try and get seats on the front track.

I recommend going ahead of time to pick up any tickets for an event at Madison Square Garden.  The WILL CALL set up is a mess and I have seen families come into their seats 45 minutes after the show started because it takes so long to wait in line to pick up tickets and then another long time to wait for bags to be searched and another long time after the tickets have been scanned and still more time to go up all the stairs and through the concrete corridors before arriving in the right section.

I hate Madison Square Garden.

After the show the escalators are always turned off.  It feels like a fire drill.  It makes me think of–what if a fire.

I am uneasy in that building.

I wish the old Penn Station, the beautiful one I never saw, had never been torn down in the name of Urban Renewal.

But we go to see the circus every year.

While visiting with a friend who has recently moved to New York, I remembered how hard it was for me to do. Family events have taken the wind out of her sails. 9/11 did that for us and for everyone. But, those who stay on and survive. They become New Yorkers.