I'm sorry that I haven't been able to write. My mind is a collage of snow, mothering, rehearsals and Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. Rehearsals for Lettice and Loveage started on the 17th, but I have been too overwhelmed with the sudden pressure to memorize roughly 20,000 words (and many of them 3-4 syllables long) that I have not been able to justify writing a blog.
These Cambridge pics represent the Longfellow bits of research and the constant problem solving muscles in the back of my brain trying to assimilate all the tidbits into a storyline for a play. The one with the stone church and other beautiful buildings is actually one block away from the Longfellow House on Brattle Street.
The one of Dave and I was a good old hold out the camera shot. We received a trunk of costumes from out neighbor and the boys set to trying on the rainbow wig and gave me a lay. (Is that how you spell the Hawaiian necklace of flowers? It suddenly sounds rude.) Anyway. These shots are priceless as Donovan then decided to improve on the wig and stick feathers in it.
Last night the boys had a fight and both had to have time outs until they were ready to apologize. When it came time Weston says, "I'm sorry Donovan." Donovan: "That's OK. I'm sorry Weston." Weston is silent. Mommy: "Weston, what do you say when someone says they're sorry?" Weston: "You're welcome."
We got dumped on with more snow and I have to be careful what I say around here, but I love it. Many locals are so sick and tired of the white and the cold they curse it, but to me it's still a novelty. Yes, if one has to travel, it can be a pain, but if you have a pantry full, it's wonderful. It has turned cold again, yes, ... but it's positively beautiful.
Donovan's bus got stuck the other day on the way home at a farm and he was late. The next day in chapel we learned of a little boy that had been hit by a car while trying to get on a school bus. He died. I was overcome. Such a sad awful thing. I had to get home and see Donovan alive and well and be grateful.
Things like that sober my anxieties because they're so much bigger.
Yes, I'm afraid for the first time in my acting career that I may not get all my lines memorized. But in the end, it's not such a big deal. I'll say "I'm sorry" and God will pick up the slack, smiling and say: "You're welcome."
2 comments:
As I told you yesterday, I do so enjoy reading your blog when I get the chance, but it's absolutely understandable when you're not able to get to it for chunks of time. I think it's well worth it to wait for when you're able to write your tender, insightful entries. Thank you for sharing your thoughts and pics in your beautiful blog, as it's been an encouragement to me.
Oh, and I believe the Hawaiian Floral Necklace is a "lei" hehehe. I try to say it using 2 syllables (lay-ee) so it sounds less crude.
Thanks Diane.
I'm glad you receive something from my honest musings. I know that may not always be uplifting, but they will probably always resound with truth as you see it. I appreciate your work on the costumes, by the way... for both shows!
Oh yes, and thanks for the tip on the "lei", hopefully it'll save me embarrassment the NEXT time I write it.
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