Monday, November 30, 2009

He was a coward and I knew it.
So I caught up and swung his ass around.
Next thing I knew,
My face was in the ground
Felt a ten inch nail in my back.
Not enough to kill, just enough to maim.
So heed this warning.
Cowards don't play fair
And they won't be there in the morning.

Friday, November 27, 2009

So how long does it take for the tryptopan to actually kick in?

Thursday, November 26, 2009

Gobble gobble. . .(Grrr). . . gobble gobble gobble. . .(G-r-r-r). . .gobble gobble. . .(G-R-R-R) . . .gobble gobble gob- (gulp. . .Prrrrr)

Monday, November 23, 2009

Every once in awhile when I'm reminded of the massive amount of suburbia there is, it all starts to look the same to me.

Sunday, November 22, 2009

Here's hoping everyone's short work week flies by so that we may enjoy a long weekend and lots of turkey.

Saturday, November 21, 2009

Oh what a beautiful morning! Oh what a beautiful day!

Friday, November 20, 2009

'Take' a shower, instead of 'have' one? It's not taken at all. Nor do we walk around naked with a portable hose. . .and thank God for that!

Wednesday, November 18, 2009

Bumble bees and bee keepers. Hysterical.:-D

Sunday, November 15, 2009

I read the hearing impaired scrolls on TV's at the gym. I really should pull out my old court reporter skills and apply. Spelling, people!
I love a man dressed in a suit or tux, but there's nothing quite as cute as a man walking around Jewel in the a.m. in his pajama pants.

Saturday, November 14, 2009

I'm tired of all the "End of the World!" movies. I mean, seriously. . . Do they really think we're going to get out of this that easy?
I'm tired of all the "End of the World!" I mean, seriously. . . Do they really think we're going to get out of this that easy?

Thursday, November 12, 2009

"One of these days, I'm going to work it all out and when I do, won't that be something." SB
"I lay here, remembering times you were beside me, and I'm left hollow inside, just a man without the pride. How am I to survive?" SB

Sunday, November 8, 2009

One of the wonderful things about this latest production is the exposure I've had to other people who have been able to make a living out of theatre. They are my heroes. They are my aspiration.

For example, Henry, who've spoken of the post before this. There was a woman who saw the show last night who was on the first National touring company of Annie,last night, Ali,I believe. She played Ms. Hannigan and has won 7 Jeff awards. She loved the show.

Tonight we were informed that a woman was in the audience who had worked with Sir Laurence Olivier. She also was in Camelot with Richard Burton.

We've heard various names through out this production, or that a critic might be out there. Hearing things of this nature prior to the show isn't always the best for me. So I hear them, and file them away for later. For instance, when they were taking pictures, they mentioned it,and I always do better not knowing, or feeling that pressure so I file these things quickly in my brain somewhere.

Tonight, after finishing the show and getting ready for strike, I was walking through the theatre looking for a place to put my things. And I heard someone say, wait, please don't run away, come back. And I turned around and there was a woman on the stage, near me. From my place on the floor right next to her I turned to face her.

She was a bit older than me, 60 maybe, with very blue eyes and cute pixie hair cut, of a bit of grey. She looked me straight in the eyes and she said, "You played your character with such depth. She had a vulnerability and...(she said hurt or gentleness, I don't remember now. She said she had never seen her played that way before. I didn't know what to say. I was speechless. She continued, "From the moment you walked out on stage, there is a vulnerability that comes from you. It shows in your face and in your eyes." Again, I was speechless, as I felt I may cry if I wasn't careful. I thanked her most kindly for saying those kind words. She said that she really enjoyed it. I didn't know what to say and it was one of those moments you want to get back because it unexpectedly filled you with emotions you can't necessarily explain. And as you try to get a handle on the emotions, words seem to be absent from your voice.

It was a wonderful thing for her to say. It meant the world to me. And I found out later, that it was Benita Olsen, the woman who had been in Camelot. I can't tell you how stunned I was to learn that's who it was. I can't express how much that means to me. So often I am so unsure of me, of who I am, if I am an actress, really.

I think back to when I was young, it was all I ever wanted. It was what I was always so sure of. Now, I'm not sure of very many things. It was always a first love to me, as well as the music.

So for this woman to say this to me, I can't tell how much it meant. How much I will treasure that moment.
It is 3 a.m. and tomorrow I have to get up and be ready to enjoy the christening of the first of his generation in the Able family. But I have so much in my mind right now, and I don't want to wait until it is a memory a couple of days old or even eight hours, so I want to put it all down now while the memory and the emotions of the evening are clearly in my mind.

I just came home from strike from the third time I have participated in You Can't Take It With You. This time around, I played Mrs. Kirby; a stretch for me. The times before I played Penney, who will always remain one of my favorite characters for her innocence and her love of life.

This production, I was lucky enough to work with Henry Polic II. What a wonderful experience. He is a grand person, with a huge heart and he is an actor through and through. He taught so much just by doing what he does.

Henry has medical issues and needs, and he is fairly open about his battle with cancer. Tonight he said that he has sometimes wondered why he was lucky enough and why God blessed him enough that he would survive when others did not. He is sure now that it was so that he could meet all of the wonderful people he met during this show.

I think Henry may have that a little backwards. I think perhaps it was so that we could meet him, and the he could come into our lives and share with us his gifts.

Tonight, on his final bow, (at least for this show), he did not bow, he came out with bouquets of flowers for each of the actresses in the show. He walked all about the stage, which is not an easy feet for him, passing them out. I was last and as I took my flowers and kissed his cheek, I was deeply moved.

It was a moment of a gentleman, shere gallantry. It was a moment I shall not forget. Henry Polic II has a twinkle in his eye and a spirit in his heart and I am grateful for the fact that I have been lucky to have shared this time with him.

As Henry said tonight before curtain, the great thing about theatre is that this show, the experience of it, is a memory we have created and we share. We created it together and we will keep it together, and no one can take that away from us.

Saturday, November 7, 2009

Ahhhh! They have a light Rudolph lawn ornament. Maybe if I am good, Santa will bring it. There really is a Santa, right?
I'll be looking at the moon, but I'll be seeing you."

Thursday, November 5, 2009

False eyelashes make my eyes gooey for days and days!

Monday, November 2, 2009

Why so dark?

Sunday, November 1, 2009

1st morning in weeks I could actually sleep in! Oh wait the workers next door are hammering and sawing siding before 7 a.m. on Sunday. Rude!