i’m here at panera, taking advantage of the free wifi. yet another invented word, certainly not as annoying as the word “blog.” but wifi is too much like hi-fi, in my opinion.
things are, well…fine. not fine, of course, but i do fool the people who i give chair massages to at the hospital. Today i was giving an old guy a massage and he said, “i’m gonna take you home with me!” and i said, “ok.” I’ve decided that whenever people want to take me home with them because of my magically restorative massages, i’m going to say yes. His wife leaned over and asked how the massage was, and he told her they’re going to take me home. She chuckled and said to me, “we’re dysfunctional.” I said, “who isn’t?”
I didn’t then burst into tears and tell her all about getting my heart broken, i just chuckled along with her. She told me she’d just learned the word dysfunctional. I wish i hadn’t been exposed to it a long time ago…
I moved my private massage business into my new office over the weekend. it took twice as long to complete as i thought it would, and the place is pretty tiny, but it looks fabulous. thanks especially to Randy, who helped turn it into a cozy and inviting space. i want to move in there, as a matter of fact. it’s just so warm and peaceful. there’s a kitchen in the suite of offices, too, so the only thing i’m missing is a shower.
i’ve been getting many sweets e-mails from people expressing their condolences for my various forms of loss. i really appreciate it, and it makes me feel that there may be a point to human beings, after all.
Play rehearsal (“you can’t take it with you,” a Theatre Centre production at the Hoogland Arts Center) went remarkably well last night. i was going to look at my lines over the weekend (i don’t have lots of lines anyway), but i didn’t (i was extremely busy moping). but the play really clicked for the first time, and it’s going to be really good and funny. awfully old-fashioned, but it has a fantastic message, and it’s charming and fun. PLUS, i have a spectacular ballet costume that i get to wear near the end of the first act that is alone worth the price of admission.
We open this friday, february 11th, and it runs two weekends. there’s going to be a picture in the paper on thursday, but maybe i won’t be in it. the thing is, everybody in the cast forgot that the photographer was going to be there last week, and none of the women were wearing any makeup. me, i looked like hell – not only no makeup, but my hair was a wreck. maybe it’ll be a far-away photo.
ok then,
grace