Monday, March 2, 2015

Cellar door.......

Sometimes we have a word or words in our head that we like to think, speak or hear.
Sometimes we hear a phrase or collection of words that, like an ear worm, stay with us for quite a while.
In my case, what with being a gal who likes order, and repetition and general boring plodding ocd'ness in my life, when someone says something that lands in the 'ooh I like that' bit of my brain, it stays with me for ever and I find myself repeating the phrase over and over again, just like holding and stroking a smooth pebble.
Last week I was gifted with another phrase...by Pa.
I had taken him to the supermarket for his shopping (and new smaller underpants...he's lost weight..but that's another story) and as we drove home he was telling me a few of his theatre days stories. We were saying that most things or people are not always what they seem to be at first look.......he remembered that he was entranced as a young lad by the glamour of the dancing girls on stage when they were seen from the stalls, but once backstage the ladders in their tights (unseen from the stalls) and the thick makeup and shabby costumes were quite a shock to him. One of the acts he remembered seeing and admiring featured 3 men and a girl and he said 'they were all dressed up in powdered wigs and costumes and they had an adagio act....they were foreign and there was more than one Juanita over the years but this one girl...who was lovely....came from Scotland... they were called The Ganjou Brothers and Juanita..................'

 and there, ladies and gentlemen, you have the five words that have been going around and around in my head for days.
What's that you say? Libby is obviously clinically insane? The jury is out on that one.
All I know for sure is that, when times are stressful, and my last few months have been stressful, we all need to find the something in our life that makes us calm.
I have tried Qui Chong, drink, keep fit, anti depressants, and when it comes down to it, some time off work, peace and quiet, crochet, and my own thoughts are what I needed....so the last month or so has been a strange one.
There have been good things too though...the mister has been in hospital again - his gall bladder has been removed and so hopefully he will feel so much better. My son is now 30 and the offer he made on a house has been accepted, and my daughter has been promoted....I am back at work and all in all everything is moving in the right direction and Spring is coming.......I know I am so very blessed.
As for 'cellar door'? ..... well for some time those words were considered to be the most pleasing to say and hear....but at the moment I have my own words.....
The Ganjou Brothers and Juanita, The Ganjou Brothers and Juanita....


6 comments:

Trish Burgess said...

I have a wonderful image of the backstage shabby costumes and laddered tights - wonderful to have these little nuggets of memories from your dad.
Seems you have had lots of ups and downs recently but good news about your hubby, son and daughter. Xxx

Cro Magnon said...

My mother was an actress, and I have myself worked in the theatre, so I know exactly what you mean. Good lighting hides many ills.

Steve said...

I believe it was Tolkien who raved about cellar door.

When I read Ganjou Brothers what I hear in my head is ganja brothers...

auntiegwen said...

ah so he met my mother! all good wishes to the son, daughter and husband. Sending you the love xxx

Marcheline said...

I'm with Steve... although Juanita does seem more likely to get along with the Ganja Brothers, aye?

family affairs said...

Gosh good luck with the gall bladder thingy - hope all OK now? Lx