Hot sh!t on the audition, woman!!!! I'm impressed.
I looked for ya on closing night, but not an extensive search since I knew it was a big night all around - last show, cast party, etc. (and soulmate beach buddy!) Nor did I notice your son leaving. But I did check the cast photos and then was able to pick out your lovely daughter on stage.
Not much new. IC today. Lawyer tomorrow. Talk soon.
Gardener
"My soul, be satisfied with flowers, With fruit, with weeds even; but gather them In the one garden you may call your own." Cyrano deBergerac
Took my soul mate beach buddy and her daughter and mine to NYC for the day. Braved the subway (with map and asking questions) to Battery Park and viewing the Statue of Liberty, up to Ground Zero, shopping at a place with incredible deals, up to Times Square, eating at a funky place, wandering around landmarks and the train back.
It was so neat enjoying the experience with folks who never expected to see New York City. They enjoyed my tour guideishness and we had a fun wonderful time.
Came home and chatted with my middle son who'd gotten sick halfway through the play. I saw a pile of mail and it looked like wedding invitations. Turned out it was for their father's formal wedding reception. I'm not interested in knowing the plans, just the date so I'll do something fun with the free time.
As we were walking in to the huge store, she finally figured out what she wanted for her birthday.. a perfect dress for the winter dance. It's fortuitous we found two great dresses for my daughter today, one for the dance and another that was too pretty to pass up. Now she already has something to wear!
Oh yes.. and my 19 year old son said he'd be coming home in November, that he had an appointment. I listened. For a tattoo! I listened, nodded, was interested. He showed me the design, where he'd place it.. and was impressed in how I took it in.
He talked about it, how he'd thought it through, the workmanship, the guy who'd be doing it. Although I'm not a proponent of tattoos (more from hearing how folks bemoan them down the road), I respect his choice.. and told him so. He then asked me if I'd shave his chest when it was time. With a grin, I offered to wax it. Images of that scene in "The 40 Year Old Virgin" came to mind and we just started laughing.
Thanks for the encouragement, BobbiJo.. *hugs* His choice.. and a win/win. Though I'll have to practice up on shaving a chest. It's sweet that he asked me.
I got a callback, along with four other women, for this Saturday. My friend and I were called back for the same role. It's still neat, a little nerve wracking. I figure, do my best and go with the rest.
Tonight while sharing dinner with my daughter and some of the older kids from the show, one of the guys asked me what I'd call my ex.. with a look that expected a derogatory reply. "I'd call him my daughter's dad." They all looked at me in a weird way. I said she can say whatever she wants about her dad, me, good or bad... it's not my place. Kids need to know they have both parents. During the conversation it came out that her dad didn't see the show (something from work came up). When asked about the spring play, she said he was gone (getting married). I stayed quiet as she talked to the guys.
After they left she commented on how such a deep conversation evolved.
Hey Gyps...good luck with the play. Do your best indeed in the play and in life. You are doing great!!!! I love the answer you gave the guys by the way. I am like you...I do not think I have badmouthed the ex to anyone who knew or knows her...including friends and family. I vented on these boards. If you get the part, I may have to drive down to Connecticut. I used to have family there...probably still do...Rocky Hill.
Found this great link on forgiveness. It's long. I may have to read it a few times!
Giovanni.. that's under an hour away from where I live!
I've been practicing my lines which I understand but having to remember the exact wording messes me up... saying 'suppose' rather than 'think'.. things like that. The lines where I can 'see' the action are easy as are the really funny ones.. I guess its evil adverbs and trivial non words (like 'well') that trip me up.
Longtime friends had visited twice this summer. We were a foursome of best friends with each other during our marriage.
The husband called at the end of his rope over his frustration over his wife's continuing increasingly dangerous prescription drug abuse ready to divorce her, angry to the point of blaming God for losing his best friend.. just pure anger. He was done done done.
Guess what I did. The big 'oops'. Tried to fix it, tell him what to do. Have an intervention with a professional. Know his boundaries, what the consequences would be. Suggested he get counseling for himself.. that he was destined to keep living the same life over and over until he learned how to be healthy.
Finally I just hushed, let him vent.
Dang.. it sure is hard not to don the 'fixer' role.
