As I threw some paper into our recycling box (yes, I am an Oregonian. Ergo, I recycle. Or feel insanely guilty when I fail to recycle everything-that-possibly-could-be-recycled!!!), Bucket stood a the baby gate and clapped her hands.
Yes. I got a standing ovation for throwing away paper. Which I had asked her to do (and she sometimes will put it over the gate ... and I'll move it to the trashcan or the recycling box, depending on what it is).
It's been years since I've been in a production. Since I've sung in a choir.
Applause feels so gosh-darn good.
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