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Add comment December 22nd, 2006
I’ve moved!
I’m warning you, there’s no place to sit down, and there’s nothing in the fridge, but I got the number for the local pizza place. Bring beer and good feng shui.
2 comments October 29th, 2006
You want him. You want his oil paintings. You can have his oil paintings. You can’t have him. Welcome to Porchlight Paintings!
Continue Reading 21 comments July 31st, 2006
When she is not busy turning me into Willem Dafoe, she writes beautiful poetry.
Continue Reading 25 comments July 23rd, 2006
Look at my blue Swedish mailbox! I am not even Swedish and I love this mailbox! I have yet to find a Polish mailbox that looks this good!
Continue Reading 33 comments June 23rd, 2006
There you are again! I peck at my laptop, I drool coffee on my T-shirt, I nudge the dog and beg him to stop licking, and I peck some more at the keys. And you keep showing up and reading my peckings. And you peck right back with your wonderful one-liners and buck up, camper advice and sassypants wisdom, and I read what you say and shake my head and drool some more and give the dog his phenobarbitol and think to myself, Isn’t life grand.
Bless you. Bless you dear folks for welcoming my tales of flawed mamahood and non-kosher wifelihood and poor housekeeping and frustrated finances and artsy-fartsy angst for 365 days straight. You make me want to be a better cook, a better writer, and a better mama, and you keep the flame of my cranberry-storm-door dream burning bright and beautiful.
You deserve gift bags, you really do. Maybe next year. Let’s plan on it.
62 comments May 24th, 2006
1) The play: Opening night audience, quiet! Scary quiet! Hid in theatre basement! Me, not them! The director: “They are writing essays in their heads, don’t worry!” Saturday night audience, not quiet! Not scary! Stayed on first floor of theatre! Me, and them! The director: “Do you want the other half of this bottle of Chardonnay?”
2) Informal reviews: Funny! Not funny! Good sad! Bad sad! First act too long! Official review: Probably tomorrow! Probably Funny! Not funny! Good sad! Bad sad! First act too long! Most revealing informal review: Time to up your meds. My father’s review: Three people left at intermission! But I loved it! My review: Some people sit through Deuce Bigalow: European Gigolo without a bathroom break.
3) The Mater has achieved Newspaper Clipping Nirvana: This was in the local Sunday paper and this came out earlier this week. Happy mama!
4) Sophie, sick! Bad, bad ear! Poor girl!
5) Me, tickly throat! Wheezy! But so much work! Not good!
6) Must work! Want to sleep! Must work! Must tell you more, about Mir, about Tree, about the attic! But must work! Must go!
20 comments May 2nd, 2006
Happy Sunday! I am going to eat some pizza now and put some girls to bed. But I can feel all the friendly energy, bless you dear hearts. A good weekend.
Hope your weekend was lovely too. You should eat some pizza too and then we can be twins.
More in a bit.
P.S. I am officially a Tree-hugger.
13 comments April 30th, 2006
Thanks so much for all the break-a-leg wishes. You are such dear folks. I sort of wish I would break my leg, so I could get out of having to clean the house and do laundry. I am awfully tired but too nervous and too busy to take a nap. But last night’s preview performance went well, and we all have our fingers crossed that tonight’s official opening will be a really good one. I can’t be more eloquent about any of it, because I need a shower and Sophie needs cough medicine and the dog needs his phenobarbitol. I need a stiff drink, too, but that one will have to wait until tonight.
EBAY ALERT! LAST CHANCE TO DONATE TO THE LIKE HOME BABYSITTING FUND (evening babysitting for the past week of rehearsals and preview set us back $145, so there will be no cranberry storm door this time around, alas):
Only hours left to make your claim on the Like Home painting! Bidding ends tonight, so don’t miss this fine opportunity to dispose of some disposable income! We will cherish your disposed income and use it wisely.
More very soon, and thanks so very much for all the support. I swear I will shut up about the play soon.
12 comments April 28th, 2006
We’re off to see the Wizard. Officially. Tonight is the Half-Price Preview of Like Home (can you come tonight? some of you? please? half price and free wine and the chance to say you saw it first!).
We’d love to have a good-sized audience tonight as well as on tomorrow’s Official Opening night, so be spontaneous and come by at 7:45 so you can get tipsy before the 8pm curtain. Mir of Woulda Coulda Shoulda has delighted me to no end by telling me that she is coming tonight, so even if you think that seeing a play is a boring way to spend an evening, you can hang out with Mir and be all bored-cool in the lobby at intermission.
Editor-in-chief Glenn Drohan at The Advocate Weekly wrote a lovely preview article about the play click here click here click here, which includes a picture of the director and me. Before we go any further, yes, the rumors are true. I’m sleeping with the director and that’s totally how I got this gig. Terrible casting-couch issues in North Adams, worse than L.A., really. At least he’s hot, man.
The Advocate Weekly article is not a review — it’s just a nice story before the fact, when there’s still hope flowing and spraying everywhere. We are walking around here dripping with optimism, and someone will have to clean up the mess later, but right now, it feels good to feel good about a project again. It’s been a long time. Dress rehearsal was a joy last night, and dress rehearsals are very rarely a joy. I’m going to tuck that joy under my mattress and guard it with my life for as long as I can.
The prospect of theatre critics coming always makes me a little ill. My stomach does very bad twisty things when I hear Did you see the review?. I try to think of theatre critics the way I think about those eyebrow mites we’re all supposed to have crawling around up there — I try not to think about them or I would probably need shots of rhino-strength tranquilizer. I’m sure the eyebrow mites would argue that they’re just doing their job, exfoliating or whatever it is eyebrow mites do, but it can be hard to appreciate their service to humanity when it’s your eyebrow they’re infesting.
I would love to see you there. I think I’ve said that already, but it bears repeating.
26 comments April 27th, 2006
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