 and remember that traffic is always heavier during the holidays...so, make plenty of time to get to theatre and relax into the show.
I was impressed to see Alan Vella, President & CEO, Fox Theatre, there on Opening Night. This Atlantan is grateful to see our attractions—whether attended by faithful fans or visiting tourists—supported by their executives. It speaks volumes when I see that they're as invested as those spending their time and money to support the arts and the local economy. "Thank you, Mr. Vella!" for being at the ballet!
Preparation for Nutcracker begins in early August and goes through November to ensure every detail is in place for opening night in early December, including the transport of all the lighting, scenery and costumes from the Ballet's West Midtown campus. And Atlanta Ballet's Nutcracker is the only version in the metro area performed with a live orchestra and choir!
Atlanta Ballet premiered George Balanchine's Nutcracker—second act only—in April of 1959, not December, making it one of the first companies in the U.S. to perform what would soon thereafter become a holiday classic. The full-length version of Nutcracker was first performed by Atlanta Ballet in 1962. Atlanta Ballet’s third and current artistic director John McFall recreated Nutcracker in 1995.
Over the past 20 years, since McFall created "Atlanta Ballet’s Nutcracker", more than 3,000 metro Atlanta children have performed in the production, which was created especially for the city of Atlanta.
Nutcracker, at the Fox Theatre through Sunday, December 27, is the opening show of Atlanta Ballet's 2015-2016 season, which has some other fantastic shows coming up! In particular, I'm personally looking forward to "Moulin Rouge: The Ballet", as well a couple of world premieres!
Despite numerous calls to the council and on line reporting the council have failed to collect the refuse from Beech Avenue for four weeks. It seems that even though I contacted the department asking that the mess be cleared up nothing has been done. The place is now rat infested and stinks to high heaven. I have once again contacted the council and asked that this mess be cleaned up. There seems to be a complete disconnect between the council and the contractor. Last week a resident said they had contacted the council every day for a period of fifteen days with the contact centre stating the matter would be resolved. Sadly, the gentleman who has assisted collections is still waiting. What has gone wrong noboddy knows! Some residents in desperation are burning their rubbish at their allotments and I have had to get in touch with the council over the ash cloud that has decended in residential gardens. Elderly residents from one particular road Sanderstead Court have telephoned me in near tears. They have no computers and have made the mistake of trying to telephone the council to wait over twenty minutes to be put through to an operator before being cut off and told to go on line. Residents in another road have been seen chasing the operators down the road begging them to take their waste only to be told they are not on the list. I myself tried to use the new online system only to be told I didn't exist at my home address - a property I have lived in virtually all my life. Apparently I too wasn't entitled to any services. What chance have residents got if the local councillor has to struggle with the system. I made a number of suggestions to Cllr Stuart Collins who is responsible for the implementation of this new scheme but have not received a reply. I think he has gone into hiding. At the recent Croydon Consortium Meeting, to which no cabinet or Labour councillors were available to take questions or resolve problems one resident explained their distress at having to take up plants to accommodate the new bins. Whilst even some of the large detached properties in Sanderstead struggle to accommodate the numerous bins it must be heart breaking for residents who now have black plastic bins as the main feature to the frontage of their houses.
Of course, sadly I am old enough to remember when the council insisted that bins should be kept at the back of the property to retain the character of the area. The bin man became a friendly face and someone you always gave a little token of appreciation to at Xmas time for all his hard work and efforts. Those were the days! We all want to recycle and be responsible with our waste but sadly for an awful lot of people the system is not working. I understand that Nadia Sawalha has taken to twitter to try to highlight problems residents are experiencing in her area. Nobody has been spared, rich or famous, old or frail. Come on Cllr Stuart Collins - get this sorted!In it to win it. You have to work at anything if you want it to work. Plan the work and work the plan. What ever it takes I'm going to make this work. With this wonderful community behind me I know it will work. It sure helps having people with the same goals and all this knowledge in one place. I'm glad I found Wealthy Affiliate online.
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On hearing that I’d eaten the second slice of toast of the two I’d made for myself – the first one having been given to her.
I read in Carry On, Warrior that everyone is doing their best. And I try to remember that; often I succeed and it tempers the judgements and foul-thoughts directed at people who truly challenge the belief that “everyone is doing their best”.
My daughter is doing her best. She rocks it actually. She’s incredible and smart and vibrant and she will change the world.
I don’t always do my best. Sometimes I need to hide behind the pretense of alright-ness. Sometimes I need to eat my way through the day so that I am too busy with making meals and eating them to actually deal with pressing needs critical to my daughter’s well-being.
Sometimes, facing it makes me so weak I can’t hold up the phone; can’t open my mouth to speak.
Fortunately, most of the time, I am a warrior. I put my red boots on and let them do the walking because I know, God help me, I know I can’t walk on my own. Somehow these boots are magical….I wore them during labour and provided a comical delight to the nurses working the night shift on that blessed night that my daughter was born.
Today, I don’t even want to put the boots on. Because they make me do things and I don’t want to do things that force me to admit that more needs to be done.
So I came here to own these feelings because I know that owning them heals them; and strengthens me. I hope that if you too, like me, need boots sometimes, you will find them.
longing for normal and damning the breaks.
its God in her, pure through and through, I feel it each moment I am near her.
I stand by her, for her.
love and protect her, challenge and engage her.
Brand New Pain.
You love her more because she’s brand new and I’m not brand new anymore.
Not brand new. That’s what my 5 yr old shouted as we drove home from Chapters where we left a toy behind because the line was too long.
It took this moment of frustration and fatigue for her true feelings about being the eldest of three girls to come out to me. My heart fell to my knees and my stomach fell clear out of me. Even her sister knew that this was big and to keep quiet and she’s just 3 yrs old.
I told her the only thing I could. That she was right. That her baby sister is just a kid, not a brand new baby anymore. And sad as I felt about the realization that my first born was hurting, I was equally saddened by the realization that each will experience similar feelings of being loved-less than the others.
If it’s an exaggeration to say that every parenting book written tells you not to tell a child that you love them more I’d be surprised. My theory when I had my first child was that I would only love her that way. It was inconceivable to me that I could actually love more than one child. Then my second was born and I realized that just as she had grown in my body, so too there grew within my heart another little heart just for her. I’ve said it repeatedly to all of them, you don’t share my love, I have a heart in my heart that belongs to just you – it’s for you and me and no one else and you don’t have to ever share my love.
And today I learned that some little ones need more. They need you to love them more because love leeches out of them faster than it might another child and their account of love needs to be filled more often, in more ways.
You, my dear, are my first daughter. You made me my favourite thing to