Of Scones and Resurrections: A Day in the Life of Annie Laurie
Well, about the scones.
I got up very late and made them for breakfast: shiny and chock full of blueberries. Every last one was promptly devoured by a band of cold and hungry siblings just in from a prayer walk with Papa. They made spice tea to go with them.
Resurrections:
First, our bedroom. It has resurrected from its chaotic mass of chaos, and is now beautiful and airy and everything it could possibly be.
And our ribbon collection was resurrected from the walk-in closet. We spent about an hour this morning, snipping and sorting through it all, ironing and winding and taping and bagging.
And last but not least, Northanger Abbey. I came to the church office with a bunch of the other cast, and after recording my *one line* (my other scene didn't need overdubbing), I went down the creaky stairs and posted a "RECORDING SESSION IN PROGRESS" sign on the office door. Then I sat on the bottom step and read one of the books I picked up from Mr. P's table, guarding the door to prevent entrance of any noisemakers.
At some point, a voice hollered down the stairs that recording was done and I could come back upstairs. Apparently we could go no further without the presence of one who was currently absent, so all we could do was wait. So we waited. Discussed Calvin and Hobbes, Foxtrot, Nancy Drew, The Hardy Boys... and laughed a great deal. Ate doughnuts, drank water and apple juice...
Until the Missings arrived. Then I walked Katie downstairs and said good-bye.... and sat in a non-creaky chair until all the other recordings finished.
Came home. Read Hour of Gold, Hour of Lead by Anne Morrow Lindbergh, until Papa banged on the bedroom door to say SUPPERTIME!
We sang Psalms 145-150 together, and Papa read us Psalm 27.
I gave Fric a shower.
Read my book until Pervinca vacated the computer.
And that's it!
I got up very late and made them for breakfast: shiny and chock full of blueberries. Every last one was promptly devoured by a band of cold and hungry siblings just in from a prayer walk with Papa. They made spice tea to go with them.
Resurrections:
First, our bedroom. It has resurrected from its chaotic mass of chaos, and is now beautiful and airy and everything it could possibly be.
And our ribbon collection was resurrected from the walk-in closet. We spent about an hour this morning, snipping and sorting through it all, ironing and winding and taping and bagging.
And last but not least, Northanger Abbey. I came to the church office with a bunch of the other cast, and after recording my *one line* (my other scene didn't need overdubbing), I went down the creaky stairs and posted a "RECORDING SESSION IN PROGRESS" sign on the office door. Then I sat on the bottom step and read one of the books I picked up from Mr. P's table, guarding the door to prevent entrance of any noisemakers.
At some point, a voice hollered down the stairs that recording was done and I could come back upstairs. Apparently we could go no further without the presence of one who was currently absent, so all we could do was wait. So we waited. Discussed Calvin and Hobbes, Foxtrot, Nancy Drew, The Hardy Boys... and laughed a great deal. Ate doughnuts, drank water and apple juice...
Until the Missings arrived. Then I walked Katie downstairs and said good-bye.... and sat in a non-creaky chair until all the other recordings finished.
Came home. Read Hour of Gold, Hour of Lead by Anne Morrow Lindbergh, until Papa banged on the bedroom door to say SUPPERTIME!
We sang Psalms 145-150 together, and Papa read us Psalm 27.
I gave Fric a shower.
Read my book until Pervinca vacated the computer.
And that's it!
posted by Unknown at 6:51 PM
4 Comments:
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Sounds like a lovely, peaceful day.
I bet those scones were really, really good!
What's all this about Northanger Abbey? This seems to be the first time I've heard about you recording things. What was your line? And can I have the recipe for scones?
Frodo: Actually. The first batch looked a bit dubious because I didn't beat the egg and brush it on top. And the second batch came out ever-so-slightly soggy.
Elai: My line was: "Be sure you wrap yourself very warm about the throat before you come from your rooms at night." We were dubbing over parts of the tape that didn't pick up the dialogue.
My recipe for scones came from the good old Betty Crocker, 1976 edition.
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