Home: A Memoir of My Early Years is the title of the new book by Julie Andrews. It is sitting on my nighttable and I plan to start it today. I have such deep affection for Julie Andrews. She is definitely on the Ultimate List of Reasons to be Happy to be Alive, right up there with sunshine, puppies and Gummy Bears.
In college, I used to rent videos from a local drug store, and very often, in times of stress, I would rent Mary Poppins. It got to the point where the teenager behind the counter would see me coming across the store and just hand it to me. I have it on DVD now, and, while I don't have a lot of time to watch, I'm glad to know it's there.
For your enjoyment, I present Julie with her friend, Carol Burnett at Carnegie Hall. I saw Carol Burnett last year at a performance of Sweeney Todd, and I really had to restrain myself from professing my adoration. I will confess, though, that I did spend most of the play watching her reactions instead of watching the play itself. Carol is also a very strong presence on the List, and Carol and Julie together is almost too much goodness to bear.
Julie & Carol at the Carnegie Hall