I just noticed that I haven’t blogged since May 31, and here it is June 9! Oh, my…

When last we “spoke”, I felt compelled to share a wonderful day in photos. Since then, we have had lots of planting days, with a few days of mama nature taking care of my watering.  The veggies and annuals are all in…I have a final few perennials to pop into the ground today and then I will be done until it is time for the second sowing of things. Well, now that I think about it, that’s not quite true…I’m expecting a yard of garden soil tomorrow so I can fill my 2 x 8 raised bed and then plant our asparagus! Excited to get that in.

We have a digital picture frame in our bedroom that contains every photo I have of my favorite granddaughter (ummm…ONLY granddaughter)…shhhh, don’t tell anyone, but I spend a lot of time in or on my bed…it is comfy, I have a little nest for my computer on my lap, and it is where I often blog and share photos…more importantly, it is where I always have the baby with me…we live far away and I’ve only visited in person twice. However, my daughter and son-in-law are INCREDIBLY generous when it comes to sharing with me, supplying me with endless photos and frequent hangouts, so I never feel deprived. Love me some baby girl.

When I moved up here to my heaven, I left behind a lot of friends in a lot of places. Yesterday I had the chance to catch up with four dear friends in Portland…we brunched, we walked, we shopped, we sat on benches, we had snacks and libations onboard a vessel and then we left each other for our respective long drives home. It was wonderful! Aren’t friends refilling/refueling/refreshing? Can’t wait to try it again with other friends!

I get in food ruts. I am currently in a HUGE food rut. For breakfast, lunch or dinner these days, you might see on my plate a tomato, salt, pepper and mayo sandwich on good bread OR chicken and avocado with salt, pepper and mayo on good bread…as a matter of fact, I am going to use the last of the chicken I roasted a few days ago and the last half of an avocado for my breakfast in a few. I wonder what my next food rut will be?

You gotta have friends…

January 25, 2012

I spent last weekend in Massachusetts with friends…Friday night was a get-together of some of my theater group friends…the rest of the weekend, ending finally mid-morning Monday, was spent with a group of my girlfriends…we talked, we drank, we laughed, we played Bananagrams and Blokus, we shopped and cooked, we went to a Zumba class, we watched all 12 episodes of the first season of Homeland and both football games…whew! What a nourishing, reinvigorating, nurturing few days…wish it could happen more often, but life is life.

This all got me thinking about friends. I grew up in a pretty rural area in Southern California, surrounded by apricot orchards and farms. There were only two elementary schools in town and I went to half of kindergarten, first, second and third grade in one of them, and half of kindergarten, fourth, fifth and sixth grade at the other…this meant that I knew almost everyone in my little junior and senior high schools. I was never in one group or clique…I had friends in most groups, especially those active in drama and musical theater. After high school, I moved away and never came back…I’ve spent most of my life since on the opposite coast. Of course, when I say the opposite coast, I mean up and down the East Coast. Friends here, friends there…some close by, some very far away. Then, along comes Facebook and blogging, which open up my world to old friends and memories…I will never see most of these people again, but that doesn’t diminish their places in my life.

So, I give thanks to all the friends in my life…each of you has made memories that I hold dear…don’t know what I’d do without you.

The final curtain rang down last night on The Dixie Swim Club and we were a happy group of Washington Street Players.  This was an amazing group to work with and a serendipitous event in and of itself.  

As I’m sure I’ve mentioned before, our winter show was supposed to be Who’s Afraid of Virginia Woolf…we had a great director in place and she was thrilled with her cast.  A series of misfortunes transpired, including three different casts, and it became clear that we were not destined to do the show.  The Board convened and, after brainstorming, we decided to move up a show that was planned for NEXT season into the winter slot.  WSP prides itself on not pre-casting, except in very unique circumstances that are announced before auditions.  In this case, because our time frame was compromised, we broke our own rule…at the meeting, three Board members jumped up and down waving their hands to to volunteer made the ultimate sacrifice and offered to take parts, but we still had no director (I would normally step up but I had just directed our Fall show [Prelude to a Kiss] and just couldn’t). 

Enter Jim Melanson, a veteran of Milford area community theater and a good friend of WSP.  He was willing to take on five opinionated, strong women and mold the show into something we could be proud of.  We presented him with a short list of names to round out the final two cast members, he turned it back on us and asked that we cast the show.  The compromise was made that we would pick our castmates, but he would assign parts after an evening of reading the script aloud.  We were allowed to put in requests for parts…we didn’t all get the parts we “wanted”, but we each got the part we should have wanted. 

Little did we know what was ahead…the five women started off as friends, but as almost always happens during the run of a show, became so much more.  This was the first time in AGES that I have so totally trusted my fellow actors to pick me up when I fall, to tell me I could do it (and how I should do it <G>) and to turn a “job” into a work of love.  As always, I wanted absolute perfection each performance…I personally had one really good night where I felt I did my character justice from beginning to end.  But the real joy of this production was that it was really (as I guess it always is with live theater) a matter of how we recovered from adversity (for example, I dumped an entire glass of iced tea last night and we all just pitched in to clean it up while going on with the action).  Not perfection, but huge satisfaction that no matter what happens, we got it done and shared an exciting evening of live theater with our audiences.  A huge shout-out to my fellow Dixie Swimmers! 

The Dixie Swim Club ladies

One of my heretofore hidden talents