I am antsy. It’s cloudy this evening, but still no rain.
Twenty Days closes this Sunday. This week I am attending closing night only. I saw it last week and was thoroughly satisfied. The actors are living inside the play. But as I have mentioned, I get a little tense when I watch it.
I’m going to a party at Michelle Kinney’s tomorrow night–she of Jello Slave who, along with Melissa Mathews and Michael Donley, did great justice to In Dreams Begin Responsibilities over at Nautilus last week. Such great justice that I think it is a music-and-dance piece now. Who in the world will ever produce it?
Nancy Nair, who choreographed it, says we should pair it up with an entirely different piece about dreams. I thought about that. Maybe, since she is currently reveling in the world of Merce Cunningham and I in the very different one of Franz Schubert, she should create one short dream piece and I another. Then we’d have three pieces–enough for an evening. And who would produce that? Eh, we’ll figure that out later.
photo by luigistrano from flickr
This afternoon when it almost rained, the scent of Linden flowers was intoxicating.
Hannah graduates from high school next week. I’m sewing sundresses and gearing up for summer teaching.
Fidgety is still going on–three performances last week, one this week. I have several ideas about auditions, rehearsal and scheduling performances for the next round of performances, as does Matt. Keeping a cast together has proven much more of a task than we anticipated. We’ve subbed performers into new roles for almost every show in May. The scheduling and juggling has fallen on Matt’s shoulders. He is someone who copes well with adversity. Thank god.
We play two public performances at Saint Peter Claver church June 14th. They will be free and open to the public.
