As I’ve said previously, I am so ready! Not nervous at all. Never quite had an experience like this.
This afternoon’s performance was terrific. We felt like many streams coming down from the side of a hill somewhere and slowly flowing into one smooth river, gathering speed and noise as we flowed.
We all care for each other so much. I stand at the back of the stage behind the sliding backdrop at the top of Act Two. I’m always there early, waiting for it to begin, and as places are called, Don, then Samantha, then Colin and Susan all walk the narrow space behind me to their entry places and as they pass, they touch me or say something sweet. It’s become an unspoken ritual that I treasure.
Yesterday, I blogged about wanting to go to museums in the city over the next few months. Well, that elicited (spelled it right this time!) so many recommendations and I am so pleased to have been reminded of The Cloisters (one of my old favorites), Ellis Island, The American Indian Museum and many others. Thank you. I hope they’ll let me bring Tulea. I have particularly fond memories of the Cloisters back in the 50s when I would sit on the grassy hillside just outside the walls and make out with Jean, a French soldier I was dating (on leave from the French/Algerian War).
I got a couple of emails from friends in Atlanta congratulating me on the article/review by the Theatre critic in the Atlanta Journal Constitution. I’ll have to confess I asked one friend to send it to me. I guess that’s one I’ll read. Speaking of Atlanta, Anne Sterchi, who lives in my building in Atlanta, came backstage yesterday and brought me a little pot with some of the Lavender and Stipa Robusta that grows in our courtyard—along with photos of the courtyard covered with snow and some of the pooches we’re used to playing with. Made me kinda homesick!
See you next time.