No question that it’s easier to feel “light” when you have the possibility of work, a secure roof overhead and other skills to fall back on: I can always become a life-coach; a make-over artist both with hair and makeup; I am a good landscape architect; I could teach exercise in a senior citizen center; I can write, and there are a few other unprintable skills I’ve picked up along the way. But as I am primarily an actor, I feel better now that I know I can do live theatre well into old age…though it doesn’t pay much. I’d have to cut a lot of folks loose. We must raise our daughters and granddaughters with job skills, Forget this “grow up and marry a man who will support you” BS.
I would be more frightened of crime if I weren’t so focused as an activist on reducing the causes of crime through reducing teen pregnancy and parenting. We can become our fears or we can become warriors to eliminate the causes of our fears. I’ve seen this all over the world.
I am quite amazed at how well my new knee is doing. Everyone told me that knees were much harder than hips. This hasn’t been my experience. One of the hardest things with hips is that you can’t lean over. Not so with knees. I am already able to put full weight on my knee and, while I to need to hold onto furniture or crutches for balance, I know I will soon move to a cane and then—nothing!! I have been able to already bend my knee 90 degrees. It hurts, yes, but since leaving the hospital yesterday, I’ve only taken a few Darvocet.
A friend of my brother’s went to the Santa Monica Homeopathic Pharmacy and brought me remedies which I have been taking for “Pain and Inflammation,” “Arnica Montana,” “Scar Formula,” and “Staphysagria,” also for scarring. I learned the non-harmful effectiveness of homeopathy years ago as a young, health-conscious mother.
I just finished writing a new blog for the Huffington Post about the Community-Based Doula Program that is part of my Georgia Campaign for Adolescent Pregnancy prevention. It will go up early next week. Having done that this morning makes me feel better. Lighter.
While I was on Broadway, a lot of the people around me-actors, hair and wig stylists, wardrobe people, crew members-talked about Patti LuPone…how she would stop a show if a cell phone rang in the audience; how she would not tolerate laziness, lack of focus and commitment backstage; really rip someone if they evidenced any of the above. From time to time, I found myself muttering, “Patti would love him,” or “Patti wouldn’t put up with him for a blue minute.” One night a cell phone rang in the audience. It was during my one scene with Beethoven. For a second, Zach and I just looked at each other. We were both livid, thrown totally out of the scene. I thought about what Patti would do but I didn’t have the ovaries to do it-to stop the show. I confess that I have never seen Patti LuPone perform and I now realize I have missed an important experience. The same people who talked about her toughness with less-than-professional colleagues also said that when she was on-stage, every night she gave 500% of herself. I just said that to her in an email and she just wrote back, “How can one give any less when one has so much to give? That’s how I feel. And frankly, it’s so much easier to let it out than old it back, don’t you think? I find it exhausting to mark. Get back on stage! ”
Anyway, when I was nominated for a Tony, out of the blue I got a vase of flowers and a wonderful card from Patti LuPone. I was blown away. I found out she was on the road touring. Then somehow we got each other’s emails and the communication started. Wow! I am emailing Patti Lupone! Then I found out her show is coming to the Ahmanson in L.A. And she has invited me and agreed to have dinner afterwards. I’m psyched. There is so much I want to talk to her about. She’s in Vegas right now.
I could keep going with this blogging but I must stop. I have committed myself to finishing two new chapters of my book before I leave L.A. in a month and if blogging inhibits this from happening I will have to stop the blogging.
Here are some more photos from my Galapagos Trip that Cheryl Dixon sent me.
See you next time.