Tonight as is so often planned we had a BBQ after theSaturday evening session of general conference! It was fun we ate too much we caught up like we always do; it's things like this that I know I'm going to miss! We had the BBQ on Alex's balcony because that was where most of the stuff for the BBQ was and she also lives closest to ASDA...the central point to the life of any student that lives in the Hulme area! After gorging ourselves on meat and cheese...classic BBQ staples we decided to watch fiddler on the roof as we knew we'd be hungry soon enough and I although I now know the words to most of the songs in the first half...had never seen it!
I enjoyed the part that I watched....we talked over most of the second half ....the whole thing is close enough to three hours I'm not sure anything can hold my attention for that long! Things I noted...
Fiddler on the Roof is probably the most irrelevant title ever! it opens with a shot of the fiddler on the roof, he comes down and plays a tune to Tevye (the father in this tale...whose family the story is actually about) maybe half an hour in and then the closing scene he walks after Tevye playing his "little fiddlers tune" the actual story line has nothing to do with the fiddler! I was expecting more a pied piper of Hamlin kind of story...I don't know why, but I was disappointed none the less!
As much as I have just expressed that I feel the fiddler doesn't deserve to be the subject of the title of the
production I did enjoy the prologue that Tevye starts with based on a metaphor about the fiddler. The fiddler (we) is trying to scratch out a simple little tune while up there on the roof setting himself apart from the others while trying nt to break his neck in the process. It isn't easy! any why does he choose to stay up their....TRadition, no one knows where these traditions have started from but they keep them on the straight and narrow as it were. As a result of their traditions everyone know who they are and what God expects of them.
We can choose how high the roof we choose to play our tune from is, we choose if we wish to play a tune at all. Many of us play because of tradition, and we can play the same tune as those that have gone before, others choose a different tune to play entirely. Without the traditions their lives would be as shaky as a fiddler on the roof who is struggling to balance on his precarious foundations as he plays his tune.
As we continued to chat after fiddler had finished I noticed a flickering orange coming from the balcony...yes the BBQ had set the balcony on fire....I think we were letting our light shine forth a little too literally!
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haha, that is hilarious! I knew this story was going to end in some sort of disaster. And, you know how people say that you can feel/think what people you are connected to are feeling/thinking and know what they're doing? I just woke up form a nap where I dreamt about eating hamburgers, and I ate one myself and went to buy one for my friend who wasn't there. I think you were in my mind. Which is a better alternative to my stomach ruling it.
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