R and S - -- Rewriting and waiting for the SUN TUBE.
With this double blog I should be caught up. Whew!!
R is for REWRITING
Rewriting my script for The Hello Girls.
I usually don't write my stories before I tell them - so preparing this script is a bit intimidating.
But - - for The Hello Girls I am writing a script - because I want a piece that someone else could tell without me or after me. i.e. I am working on a short play and thinking about how to work if out like theater.
Fun and loving it.
The Hello Girls is not a personal story and that is quite a departure for me.
Where did this come from? Last year Michael Toscano interviewed me about my Arlington story for the Senior Beacon. He is a theater critic and so talking about storytelling was a bit of a departure for him.
One of his questions was, " How is anyone else going to tell this story? Aren't you worried about the story dying without you to tell it?"
Good question and it haunted me for months afterwards.
I decided that for this Fringe I would work at being more of a theater piece that someone else could tell.
Its a new challenge. I love it.
S is for my new SOLAR TUBE
I am excited.
The solar tube boxes are sitting in the living room. Tomorrow they will install the SOLAR TUBE
on the roof over the master bedroom. For the first time - ever - this room, which faces North, will be flooded with natural light.
I can't wait.
O - P - Q ----
Wow when I get behind I really get behind.
So -- here I am -- catching up on the A-Z Challenge -
Did not Quit - just stepped off while I caught my breath -
O is for OVERWHELMED
My list tilted.
It reached "overwhelming"
That is where I have been - over-whelmed.
Too many things to do and not enough time to keep up -
Wasn't that enough?
A couple of disappointments got in the way-
And - - my old friend grief stepped on board,
added its weight to an already over-loaded cart
and really slowed me down.
Mainly - I lost focus.
Does that happen to you??????
P is for PUSHING AHEAD
Focus is back and I am "pushing ahead"
Sucking it up some would say
Isn't that what you do?
Q is for QUIT
(Message to self. )
I know that is what Jim would say to me.
Sometimes I feel like quitting
On a number of fronts
But I am not going to -
That has never been my style.
I don't aim to start now - - -
A Quick Aside - no one said "No" that won't do for the A-Z Challenge.
A memorable afternoon with an artist in Provence -
I like being reminded of sweet times with Jim -
Now I will move on to the A-Z Challenge for today -
N is for NO
Consider the word "NO".
I have been thinking of this several days
What's wrong with saying "no"?
I must consider this some more
Ask myself questions
Why would I say NO?
When would I saw NO?
What are the consequences???
Would YES really be better - - - -
Or just delay the inevitable NO...
This afternoon I attended a lecture by the Warden of St Antony's College, Oxford University, Margaret MacMillan - on her new book about the beginning of World War I, The War That Ended Peace." She is an impressive speaker and gracious woman as well as an exceptional scholar.
Grateful to have had the opportunity to hear her - and will be reading her book "The War That Ended Peace" .
Working on my new story The Hello Girls, set during World War I, is expanding my interest in the period and I am loving that.
Also thought of the visit Jim and I made to Oxford years ago. It was a gorgeous day to walk those historic streets. I mostly remember the treasures in Ashmolean Museum which were wonderful.
On a silly note, surrounded by the soft-spoken, educated voices of the Antonians (Alumni who live in the DC Area) I thought of the Inspector Morse Mystery on WETA and could not help myself from wondering, "where is the corpse?" First saw the Inspector Morse mysteries in 1987 and watched all through the series and still enjoy them even when I know how the mystery will come out because John Thaw created such a good character.
Today L is for Looking Back. Much of my storytelling comes from "looking back." I mine my memories for stories. That works for me in several ways but the most important to me is that it keeps other days "alive" for me. A few months ago I discovered a "prompt" in a box and it brought back a whole year - the year that my husband Jim and I were dating, that he proposed and we got married. When I opened that little yellowing date book it was like sinking your pick into a rich vein of gold. So I started working on a story from it. Sometimes I don't wait until the story simmers and cooks - I just plunge in and start telling it knowing it will work itself out through the telling. These days, with my 78th birthday coming this summer, I often feel compelled to launch the story - - and then mellow it. This morning when I was reviewing stories I have told on my TV show as I decided what to tell on Monday - I came across this video. "Looking back" - I say as I start the story. Hey, I thought. L. I am looking for an L post this morning. What an opportune moment. Use this - - and I am. Maybe it will prompt you to do some "looking back" and who knows what you will find. Wishing you good hunting and a great "gold strike."
Jim, usually a behind-the-scenes guy, takes center stage like the "king"he was for the toast at our 50th wedding anniversary party in December 2005.
This last month as the workmen are refurbishing our house I am filled with incredible gratitude for our life together and grateful to Jim for his love, caring and kindness through our 58 years together.
|The first aromatic loaf of bread Jim made.|
J is for JOY
Thinking of the rich often overlooked small joys that give life sweet happiness.
The joy in the fragrant smell of fresh baked bread from your own oven.
The joy of the pungent smell of turpentine and oil paints in a studio filled with other artists who are also concentrating on the canvas on an easel in front of them.
The rich and satisfying joy of feeling a large warm hand cradling your smaller hand as you walk together - where ever you are.
The joy of seeing someone you love walking toward you -
from across the room
from his car
from around the corner
waiting for you at the airport
The way the world goes grey when you lose someone you love - -
there is no joy -
after a time, a long time
it is possible to feel small bits of joy
in the sunshine of a warm day,
in flowers showing their colors,
in the warmth of a pet nudging against your leg
in the smile of a child
in the encouragement of a good friend
Even though something precious is missing - -
you can feel a bit of joy.
Keeping up with the A-Z Blog Challenge is a stretch today because my list is crowded. But -- wanting to keep to the every day aspect of the challenge here goes - almost nothing - unless you make something from it.
I is for ??????
Thinking about it I started a list.
I is for:
Invisible - like Harry Potter's Cloak of Invisibility. Now that would be nice.
Irrestible - Many thing are -
Interesting - now that's an easy way to go
Intriguing - that offers the imagination a prod.
Inevitable - ah, me - - no escape.
Intertwined - what do you think?
And, so it goes - I,
I - - - -