just this morning i wrote to somebody about turning back the clock, and when driving to work i passed that sign on 6th street where they’re always changing the phrase and today it read “you can’t turn back the clock, but you can wind it up again.”
i felt like it was speaking to me, like in LA Story when the road signs keep giving steve martin all kinds of cryptic and good advice.
as i continued down 6th street (i bought new tires yesterday and somebody asked if i could tell a difference in the feel of the car and OF COURSE i couldn’t but today i’ve been noticing that i don’t have to even bother to put my hands on the wheel at all as long as i’m going in a straight line. because not only do i have 4 lovely new tires, but my car is also ALIGNED now, thank GOD), i passed the hoogland center, and there was ed, the director of my play, and linda, both coming out of the place.
this morning it was like everything everywhere was all connected.
of course i know it IS all connected, but sometimes i feel more like the boy in the plastic bubble. did you ever see that old old movie with john travolta? and that woman who played his mother, but then they were a couple? but she tragically died young (not that anybody could die young any way other than tragically).
not to bring you down or anything, but i just heard that wendy wasserstein passed away. this happened last week apparently; she died of ovarian cancer. i was so shocked to hear that she’d died. she’s a playwright, in case you don’t know of her. her earliest and most famous play was “the heidi chronicles.” she wrote funny, literate stuff, and i just can’t believe she’s dead.
this is a good example of the importance of LIVING EVERY MOMENT TO THE FULLEST. cause you just never know.
ok, that’s all about death for now.
yesterday i got my 45 RPM record of the babar song, with “the big grey elephant team” on the flip side and my parents have a really cool record player that i listened to them on and i LOVE my record! it looks a little beat up, but 45s are very very sturdy.
i’ve never ever tried karaoke (MUCH too terrifying to contemplate), but if they just played the babar song or the big grey elephant team i’d RUSH to sing either song.
maybe i’ll make my own music video of one or both.
when i have a little more free time.
i’m typing as fast as i can now (about 216 words per minute, i believe; my fingers are merely a blur over the keyboard) because i MUST HAVE A NAP. i have to give two massages this afternoon and i have just about no energy.
last night rehearsal went pretty darn well. it went well for me, except the couple of times when i just completely forgot that i even had a line, much less what that line might have been. but patrick bailed me out because he’s suddenly SHARP AS A TACK, and he even fell down the stairs which he’s supposed to do but nobody ever showed him how. i’m on the floor myself when he does this so i didn’t get to see all the fall, but tonight i’m going to watch, because it’s my last chance before i have to really do what i’m supposed to be doing instead of watching somebody else.
a photographer was there from the state journal-register and he stayed the ENTIRE TIME and kept taking lots and lots of photos. i noticed that he didn’t seem to want to take any photos of me when i was just wearing the lingerie, and that’s a good thing. i saw the very end of the commercial for the play on tv today, but it was the very end and it was just a shot of matt ratz standing there in his jeans. so it didn’t look exactly fascinating. not that matt isn’t a fascinating fellow, he IS. but what i saw didn’t make me think people will be rushing out to buy tickets.
i hear that ticket sales are a little slow, so BUY YOUR TICKETS! and be sure to sit in the middle section because many funny things happen on the sides of the stage, and if you’re sitting on the side you’ll miss some of it.
ok, i’m starting to eat into my valuable NAP TIME.
ok ok ok,
tuesday grace.