Hi y’all …
I thought I’d
take a few minutes to bring you up to date on the direction life is taking me
at the moment …
The play I
recently directed is playing quite well. The book of TO KILL A MOCKINGBIRD is
apparently required reading in some schools, so our audiences are liberally
sprinkled with High School students (who sit like chess pieces among the grey
heads who actually remember the times
being portrayed.) In any case, we are presently playing to largely sold-out
houses, and have received a more than generous share of standing ovations.
(Cool. A theatre that makes money tends to invite you back. Another theatre is
already in the asking questions stage of what could be negotiations … “What? We
thought you retired. We are opting for this play in November, and were
wondering …” Way cool.)
My wife’s first
novel, PAINTING THE RAIN, is scheduled to be released in a few weeks, and we
are excited about that. The work is a fleshing out of a play we co-authored, so
we could win on several fields right now. It has been my observation that when
good things come my way, they happen in multiples. Don’t know why, but I’m
certainly not complaining.
And then there is
Fred. Fred is a lopsided cactus plant I’ve had for years. We get along very well,
thank you. I set him on the back porch in the Spring, and bring him back in sometime
in the Fall (when I think of it.) And our lifestyles have outlived numerous
relationships for both of us. However … what I’m trying to say in my own coy
way, is that Fred and I are no longer alone. I have Juli and Fred has Fern (and
a bazillion of Fern’s sisters.) The air smells clean in the corner of our
dining room. It takes some getting used to.
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