Adelaide Bits, Part ll...

Once again the following are what I hope shall be two interesting bits about your Adelaide which are not long enough for a blog entire, yet could be something you find a little enlightening.  Maybe...I hope...😂

Not long after our horses, Patches and Sierra were responsible for Aiden and I to finally find The Love of our lives in each other, we discovered we both shared 

a love for a certain special song by U2.  For you see we each had despaired we would ever find The One to fall hopelessly in love with.  And then we did.

Aiden's height of 5'11" or mine of 4'3" did not matter.  

Or very wild hair (mine) or a very receding hair line (his), or a charming lopsided mouth (mine) or a lovely smile (his), or dressing like a hippie with aplomb (me) or dressing handsomely in three piece suits with pizzazz (him), or having such an infectious way of laughing which makes others begin laughing too (mine), or laughing out of control with huge tears at the infectious way of laughing someone you love has (him, at me), or who gives big warm hugs like there is no tomorrow (mine) or receives and gives back big warm hugs like there is no tomorrow (his)...because we found The One who had our heart. 

We were helplessly hopelessly in love with each other.

The song?  "I Still Haven't Found What I'm Looking For."

Only after we DID find what we were looking for in each other, we changed the lyrics to make the song more our own because we HAD finally found what we were looking for.  Our version would have been sung at our wedding had it not been for the accident taking Aiden away. 

However the song with our words was instead sung during the Memorial Service for The One I will love forever.💕💫

Following this newspaper photo of Patches and I, is a somewhat hilarious event which could only happen to your Adelaide one day...

I share this photo because I am dressed as usual in my unique style using ballet attire I have had a penchant for, besides the fact for me at least, the pieces never need hemming.  The exact pieces you see in this photo are important because they were on me when this event unfolded.  The only difference though is I was wearing a lovely black turtleneck top on under the piece you see, with unique purple, yellow, and red flowers because it was winter.  And black leotards.  But I was wearing something else too which also very significantly contributed to this event.

After I fed Patches before the sun arose that morning, as I did every morning, I drove the forty-two miles to the performing arts center I worked for.  I wore my trusty black rubber boots in the shape of cowboy boots until I could then change into other shoes.

On this particular day at the arts center, there happened to be HUGE meetings of not only our Board Members, but our Investors.  So obviously our Executive Director wanted EVERYTHING to be perfect.  Especially because on THIS day the Board Members and Investors wanted to be given backstage tours so they could meet the usually unseen staff who help make all the "magic" happen.

When I arrived at the arts center that morning I made a somewhat horrifying discovery.  You see, in the dark while Patches ate, I dressed up for this huge day ahead except for the shoes.  A routine I did quite often very successfully.  Only on THIS day the bag containing my dress shoes was still sitting under a tree because I needed to move them for a moment to reach the feed bucket!😱

Staff members assured me the adorable rubber boots actually complimented my dress after I cleaned all the dirt and mud off.  They also believed I may have begun a new fashion trend.  The only problem however with rubber boots is they tend not to be quiet, something I hadn't had to be concerned with before.  For you see mine in particular had many decibels of loudness as I walked which went as follows and I am NOT kidding:  

SQUIGGEE SQUIGGEE SQUISH SQUISH

In fact our sound guy was VERY insistent on wanting to record the sound for a special project he was working on, that is after the Board Members and Investors had gone of course.  Though at the moment I didn't quite share his same enthusiasm.  

We also soon discovered my SQUIGGEE SQUIGGEE SQUISH SQUISH increased in intensity when I used the restroom, for after exiting I found my fellow loyal staff members were all outside the door rolling on the floor 

in hysterical laughter. 

I had no choice but to plunge forth and hope I may not need to use the restroom again or have to move around much, which would be all but impossible given the fact

I was scheduled to give the Board Members and Investors a grand tour of the Scene Shop with a crash course in how a Scene Designer designs!  Including my SQUIGGEE SQUIGGEE SQUISH SQUISH sound effects!🙄

Aside from this the Board Members and Investors had another reason why they were ESPECIALLY keen to meet me, for recently I had been featured in a art magazine in a long piece focusing on my art, Scene Design work, my indomitable spirit, and my horses.

  

Indirectly this piece brought a massive wave of positive attention to the arts center because it's Scene Designer was viewed as not only being female but physically challenged too, yet they hired me.  Obviously I was very grateful they did as I wasn't their only candidate.  I was actually chosen by the arts center because I came with not only being quite capable but highly respected and talented for the job.  In other words, I had already thankfully proven myself in my profession.🎭

Anyway, there was no way Adelaide could keep silent the SQUIGGEE SQUIGGEE SQUISH SQUISH.

Late morning here they all came with Martin, our Executive Director.  I plunged right in explaining what happened and why I was wearing my fancy boots with the loud sound effects, demonstrating this fact for them first so we could get on with the more important things.  After the group could all finally quit laughing, they first had a far more pressing question to ask me,  "How DO you get ON your horse?!!"🙃

Then I walked them all through the role the Scene Designer plays from the moment a play, ballet, opera or musical theatre production has been decided upon.  We eventually moved from the Scene Shop to the stage itself so I could wrap up explaining my work, and our Lighting Designer, Neil, could take over explaining his work.

Then the unexpected happened, for at times the stage can be dangerous.  Some of us more seasoned to certain sounds know when to react.  The only thing Martin, our Executive Director remembers hearing is, "Adelaide's SQUIGGEE SQUIGGEE SQUISH SQUISH before she shoved me out of harm's way from a falling stage lamp, just missing us both, but made a huge gash in her leg!"

The gash, nearly seven inches long required stitches after Martin and I were together rushed to the ER by ambulance.  He had a large hematoma on his forehead due to the force of my powerful shove.

Had I not been wearing those SQUIGGEE SQUIGGEE SQUISH SQUISH rubber boots of mine, but been in my dressy shoes with slick soles and heels, I never could have shoved Martin and myself too, out of the way in time.  There was a reason those shoes remained beneath the grove of trees that morning.

Everytime I notice the long scar forever there, I cannot help but hear in my memory, SQUIGGEE SQUIGGEE SQUISH SQUISH...😂💫