what a fine monday it was, despite the fact that i was awake for what seemed like most of last night. around 5:30 a.m., i realized i was finally dreaming, very weird dreams that i can\u2019t remember anything about now, but at least i was asleep, finally. the realization, of course, came at the point when i was suddenly awake again, but i got plenty of sleep.<\/p>\n
i didn\u2019t exercise at all today, but that\u2019s ok. a certain B. (Bradfordton) quizzed me about the last time i\u2019ve taken a break from working out. i realized i\u2019ve been doing something vigorous every day since may 4th. today was a perfect day for a break.<\/p>\n
we went on a picnic at lake sangchris. i haven\u2019t been on many picnics in my life. not nearly enough, i realize. i need more picnics in my life. more picnics shouldn\u2019t be difficult to achieve, should it? it was peaceful, tasty, warm and sunny, relaxing, invigorating, and nice.<\/p>\n
i tried to throw pieces of bread at the geese swimming around in the water, but my throwing ability is, of course, pitiful, and they didn\u2019t even deign to swim to the shore to retrieve the bread. their loss. B. (Brenton), naturally, could fling the bread way out into the water so the geese were eager to retrieve it.<\/p>\n
we drove around and looked at the campgrounds. there were quite a few RVs set up, and people were just sitting around, hanging out. this looked very nice. i think i\u2019m over my years-long aversion to RVs, which i acquired by living in one for a few months. that RV situation wasn\u2019t really by choice, it just sort of happened (isn\u2019t that the way everything goes in my life, though, just a bunch of random acts?), and i tired of it quickly.<\/p>\n
but the idea of the RV is quite appealing now. for one thing, you couldn\u2019t have a lot of stuff in an RV. i\u2019m all about getting rid of the stuff, of not getting any more stuff. plus, it all seems so mellow and good, the RV-lifestyle. is it too early for me to retire? damn, will i ever manage to have anything to retire FROM? must start working on that, first thing tomorrow morning.<\/p>\n
actually, first thing tomorrow morning i\u2019m going swimming. i\u2019m going to try to swim faster, by swimming faster. i thought this up the last time i swam.<\/p>\n
no WONDER i flunked swimming lessons.<\/p>\n
also, no wonder why it takes me forever to accomplish things. i can think about something forever, it seems like, mulling some little thing around in my head for eons, not coming up with any kind of idea or plan, until finally, years later, something happens and i make some drastic change.<\/p>\n
change is in the air, i know it.<\/p>\n
anyway, it was a truly lovely day, except that mollie the dog tried to crush my legs on the way home. she spent the trip to the lake whining in the back, and i felt bad for her, because i know she felt i was usurping her rightful seat. so on the way back, she sat on my lap, even though she weighs about 40 pounds and she doesn\u2019t lie down comfortably, she must forever be alert, digging her big paws into my legs. i tried to look on it as deep-tissue massage, and she made me realize that my quads still hurt from doing weights on friday, for goodness sake. Plus when the window was open she tried to basically hang her entire body out of it, and i worried that she\u2019d fall out.<\/p>\n
the rest of the day was also very lovely, let me just say that. quite lovely.<\/p>\n
and then there was rehearsal. i\u2019m feeling bad for grant, the cute choreographer, because i know it must be frustrating for him. he and the director don\u2019t seem to have any of the same vision for things at all, and i can just see the cacophony in grant\u2019s head, as the director will drop some major bomb on him, and grant is left wondering what he\u2019s going to do. he\u2019s managing to get through it with a great deal of aplomb, i think. <\/p>\n
the women practiced the dance we learned on friday, and that went fine. we then sat around for quite a while, but it was highly entertaining to see the guys do a dance number. they\u2019re singing and dancing, but at one point they really struggled with the steps, and to a man, they all quit singing altogether. very amusing. they\u2019re not bad, really, considering they\u2019re guys, and many seem fairly newly acquainted with their feet.<\/p>\n
we were going to polka, but my love interest, played by Andy, isn\u2019t dancing, he\u2019s playing the banjo. this was something grant wasn\u2019t aware of till tonight, one of those little things that i could see vexed him. he had to figure out all-new dance moves for other people. and me, i was sitting around for a while, watching others polka.<\/p>\n
but finally, we did a big dance in a circle whereby we grabbed each other\u2019s hands, moving around the circle. it was definitely a move that they do in country dancing, i believe. it was quite fun and worked out well, after practicing it for a while.<\/p>\n
my favorite part was looking at the guys\u2019 various expressions of terror, exhaustion, and shock as they had to quickly dance their way around the circle. highly, highly entertaining, plus also fun to do.<\/p>\n
hmm, less than four weeks till we open. i\u2019m hoping we\u2019ll eventually get around to blocking the actual scenes of the play. i have a couple of big clumps of lines, and have yet to say them. i don\u2019t have a lot of motivation to memorize them yet, since i can\u2019t imagine what the scenese will be like. eventually we\u2019ll get around to it, i\u2019m sure.<\/p>\n
next week we move out to new salem to practice. that should be great. erica was complaining bitterly tonight (OK, she really doesn\u2019t ever complain bitterly; she expresses concern in a very logical and practical tone of voice, due to her high IQ and the fact that she\u2019s a teacher, filled with all kinds of good sense except that she rode her bike to rehearsal and has NO HELMET and NO LIGHT for her bike) that she wasn\u2019t sitting out on her front porch. i assured her it would be very, very fun out at new salem. since we don\u2019t do that much in the show, there will be all kinds of time to walk around the place.<\/p>\n
there\u2019s a campground there; perhaps we can mosey over there sometimes and make friends with the campers. and sit around the campfire and talk, and of course we could entertain them with a rousing rendition of “hand me down that can of beans.” <\/p>\n
that\u2019s the song we do the polka to – i guess i will never get that song out of my head.<\/p>\n
have you got your tickets to the play yet, by the way? however much it costs, it\u2019ll be worth it just to hear that song. it opens june 10th and runs two weekends. it\u2019s a little drive out to new salem, but i think it\u2019s a lovely, lovely drive.<\/p>\n
all right already. it\u2019s late again, and i trust that i WILL SLEEP THROUGH THE NIGHT, refreshed and rejeuvenated and ready to swim in the morning.<\/p>\n
ok ok ok,<\/p>\n
grace a little too happy on monday night, not good to be TOO happy because then i\u2019m setting myself up for being sad\/melancholy although that\u2019s sort of a poor way to look at it, isn\u2019t it? must fix attitude along with finding something to retire from, BRIGHT AND EARLY tomorrow morning.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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