I spent most of Thursday prone on my couch, having succumbed to the latest creeping crud that’s making the rounds. I left the couch’s general vicinity only once, to sneak down to the Daily Globe and grab my computer so I could write my blog. That’s just how devoted I am to this process. (Well, it was also the day that my blog was scheduled for publication in the print version, so blogging on that day was kind of a necessity.)
Between hacking up bits of my throat lining and bouts of sleep, there was one bright spot in my day. I forced myself to stay awake long enough to watch Oprah’s salute to the 45th anniversary of “The Sound of Music.” It was a reunion of the entire Von Trapp family cast, including Julie Andrews and Christopher Plummer and the actors who played all seven of their children.
Thanks to the wonders of Facebook, this particular Oprah episode had been on my radar, and earlier in the week I had set the VCR to record it. (Hubby Bryan and I haven’t given in yet to the wonders of DVR.) When I realized that I was going to be couch bound for the day, I deleted the programming and settled in to watch the show.
If I had felt better, there would have been a big smile on my face, because “The Sound of Music” is one of my favorite movies of all time. I have no idea at what age I first watched it, nor how many times I have watched it since, although I would guess it has to be in the 20-plus range.
And after watching the Oprah show, I’m ready to see it again.
At some point in my formative years, I had a huge crush on Christopher Plummer, based solely on his role as Captain Von Trapp. I had a copy of the book written by Maria von Trapp, “The Story of the Trapp Family Singers,” which I read over and over again. The musical was loosely based on the book, although many liberties were taken.
I much prefer the musical movie, which sprinkles songs throughout the tale of the Nazi occupation of Austria. I thought it was about the most romantic thing I’d ever seen.
And truthfully, it still is.
Thanks again to a Facebook prod from Oprah’s show, yesterday I took a quiz about “The Sound of Music.” I got nine out of 10 answers right. The only one I messed up was in naming the von Trapp children, in order, oldest to youngest. I was torn between two answers and chose the wrong one.
But I felt pretty good about the nine out of 10, especially since my brain is still overrun by residue from this nasty cold.