Here’s a photo of the salmon that my mother in the play, Felicia, made for the cast party at her house:
The photo really doesn’t do it justice; she used black olives for fins, and a green olive for the eye. a fish masterpiece.
In the play, there’s lots of talk of food, as I believe I’ve already written about. In the play, my mother suggests that she’ll serve either canned salmon or frankfurters to our fancy guests who have arrived a night early. She ends up getting frankfurters because “they don’t take any time to boil.”
For the cast party, Felicia had both frankfurters AND canned salmon, so you see how very fancy it was. She went to a great deal of effort to sculpt her salmon creation, and she was justifiably proud of her work. A good time was had by all.
The funny thing is, Felicia and Mike, married both in the play and in real life, have a wonderful, interesting house. I was surprised when I stepped inside, but then I wondered why I’d been surprised, because it made sense that these creative and interesting people would have a creative and interesting home.
Ok, well, it’s 4:57 a.m., and I’ve been awake since 3:48. Troubling, since yesterday I went to both aerobics and weightlifting classes, and was thoroughly exhausted when I went to bed (pretty darn early). But now, wide awake. I’ve written a few e-mails, hoping to get everything on my mind written down in order to clear it out of my brain and get back to sleep, but now I feel really awake. The cat, Winston, is purring beside me, but I think he wishes I’d turn off the light so he can snuggle close to me.
So I’ll try that.
Ok then,
Grace without sleep as usual.