Okay, so James didn’t come last night, but Sally is out there. We’re having dinner afterwards. I can’t wait to get her response to the play. It matters to me (so did Mike Nichols’s). She knows and adores Moises, our writer/director, and was so thrilled for me when I told her I was doing this play. I’m so glad she found time from “Brothers and Sisters” to come here. I will always regret that I missed her performance in “Glass Menagerie’ at the Kennedy Center. I did see her in Edward Albee’s “Goat.” She was amazing. Knocked me out.
I want to write about my fellow actors in this play and our little rituals and such. This social life-part of theatre life takes up too much time but I know my blog friends enjoy hearing about it. Tomorrow I will do it.
Ah, tomorrow, I will spend the day with my grandchildren. I’ve been saving the documentary “Man on Wire” to watch with them. I saw it once already and adored it. I am so excited to see them. It’s been since January 4th-the infamous breakfast with James Andrews when he (and the father of my grandchildren, Matt Arnett) persuaded me to begin blogging. Seems an eternity ago. Malcolm, the older (10 years) won’t talk to me by phone. He says he doesn’t like to talk unless he can see people. He’ll change.
My niece is out of the hospital, weak but better. Alas, she must return to London Saturday so can’t see the play. She looked so beautiful last night with her lovely face against the hospital pillow. A classic beauty. I didn’t dare ask to take her picture. It didn’t feel right. I do have some principles, after all.
Don who plays Diabelli, bought me a pair of opera glasses so tonight I will really be able to scan the audience from behind the bookcases before the show starts.
See you next time.