This was a kind of a dreary week that turned on a dime thanks to Wolverine. Michael came home late Sunday night to spend Monday and Tuesday with us before heading back to DC.
We stopped at (hopefully) our new apartment to see if there was a lease for us to sign or something to make this whole thing official. They said they hoped they’d be done by the first of November. Great. We have Jacques’ until November 15th. Should we try to extend that? ‘No,’ they said, ‘it will be done by the 15th.’
Great.I’m too nervous to get excited yet.
Michael also wanted to be there for the baby’s 18 month check up, which was most unpleasant. 3 shots and a blood test for lead levels. Ah yes. Remember those? It seems so long ago doesn’t it? That’s because it was. It is not lost on me that this is the baby’s 18 month check up. He was diagnosed with lead poisoning at 12 months. That means we left our apartment 6 months ago and never looked back.
Needless to say, he did not handle this check up well…because, why would he? Plus we got two pieces of annoying news. 1-His lead levels were at seven three months ago. Now they are six. Six? Unacceptable. However…everyone says it’s fine, it’s just exposure (>10 is poisoning), have him tested again in 3 months. And I’m sure it is fine, but I would like his levels to be below 3…today.
So again, we wait.
The second thing is that the baby was speaking. Now he’s not. The Pediatrician wants Early Intervention to come and evaluate him. She said to forget about the lead (how?), it’s not that, he might be having trouble creating full words with the muscles of his mouth. Early Intervention will check just to be sure and of course it could also just be nothing.
I won’t sleep for a month of course.
But right after we received this news, a friend sent me a text that said, ‘Get a sitter we’re going to see Hugh Jackman – Back on Broadway!’ Just thinking about it now makes me go
This friend is of very sound judgement, I do anything she tells me to do.
Seven years ago Hugh Jackman did this show, The Boy from Oz that people said was so amazing they saw it multiple times. In fact, he was so good that when he was out for a week, they just cancelled the show all together rather than giving him an understudy. We’re talking about Wolverine. I only know Hugh Jackman from the X-Men movies and he was great, but I just never made it to see him play Peter Allen.
But then I saw him host the Tony Awards and I thought, ‘Wow. He is amazing.’ I had no idea how talented he was. And to my husband’s eye, he was apparently moving his feet to one rhythm, his arms to another and his voice was following another. Which doesn’t make any sense but clearly sounds very hard to do. Plus I’ve heard he loves loves loves all the talented musicians and dancers on Broadway and feels honored to perform with them…not the other way around, plus he’s really charming, so sign me up already.
Well, dear Reader, my report is as follows…I am not a, ‘jump up and down and dance all around’ kind of lady when I’m at the theatre, but I will tell you that Hugh Jackman is so charming, and so talented, the whole audience did absolutely everything he told them to do. If he had told us all to go out into the street and strip down to our skivvies, I think we all would have done it.
Not to mention that my dear friend surprised me with second row seats on the aisle!
The two seats in front of us were empty so when Mr. Jackman came down off the stage to sing in the audience (!!!!!) he got on his knees in front of my friend, held her hand, looked her right in the eyes and sang his heart out. I just held onto her arm and squealed like a 15 year old girl.
Anyway…he must have bad breath or something…anything. There has to something wrong with him. There was a woman in the front row, who let’s just say was maybe a little too enthusiastic. He didn’t care. He hugged and kissed her and tapped her head with maracas. She must’ve worked hard to get those front row, center tickets. He was going to be sure she wasn’t disappointed.
He kept yelling offstage to get the baseball scores for the men in the audience. He said he knew they were only there because their wives made them come. He pulled a woman in her 60s from the audience and brought her up on stage to sing with him. After the show we all told her how amazing she was and she replied all in one breath,
‘I don’t know what happened! What did I do? My kids will never believe me. What do I do? Never wash my hands again? Freeze dry this outfit?’
I think she was in shock.
And can I also just say (and then I’ll stop with the Hugh Jackman, I promise), he pointed out his two dancers who were having their Broadway debut in his show. He applauded his conductor, his drummer, his pianist, his guitar player…well you get the picture. He told us how lucky we were to get to hear them play. And he was right.
AND GET THIS!!! They are filming a movie version of Les Miserables and Hugh Jackman is playing the lead, Jean Valjean.
Shut the front door.
After the show we were going to sneak backstage to say ‘hello’ to three of the musicians who are colleagues of my husband’s (I was feeling a little shy about this, but my husband insisted I do it). When we got out of the theatre though it was madness. Madness. You couldn’t get anywhere near the stage door. There were policemen and caution tape like the President was in town.
If you’re not sick of Hugh yet, you can click right here to see a little rehearsal video…
To round out the week, a girlfriend took me to some Soho Art Galleries. This is her area of expertise as her mother is an art appraiser. She offered to teach me a little, to help me develop my own educated taste. How lovely. Of the several galleries we went to that day, these are the paintings that stuck with me.
Of course these beautiful oil paintings of Paris views by Claude LAZAR
And these beautiful still lifes…Paintings by Ilya Zomb.
You would think all of this culture and entertainment would have pushed all my worries about the baby right out the window. Well of course we all know it didn’t. Oh Mr. Jackman came close didn’t he? But my dear and heroically honest friend Leigh posted some insight this week on her blog, in case i’m gone, that comes at a good time.
Worry doesn’t take away tomorrow’s troubles; it just takes away today’s peace.
I need to needlepoint that on a throw pillow.