On the Road: Nesting and Moving On

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(Photos taken with my nifty-fifty lens on the AV setting, which deliberately blurs some of the subject matter.)

The quilt has been folded. I’m starting to think about packing. Do I take the flowers, which are in full, beautiful bloom, with me? What about that bottle of wine Darko gave me? I don’t drink. Who should I give it to? Have to take the books back to the library, but I want to finish the one I’m reading first. What to do?

Tonight is opening night and tomorrow Don comes to pick me up and I head home.

I really like this apartment, with its impossibly high ceilings and its pretty kitchen. I’ll miss it. Does that sound strange? It really isn’t. I’ve loved being here, all the while missing my home and family. I’m used to making a nest wherever I am and for many, many years I lived on my own in a series of apartments. I lived in a couple of studio apartments, then I graduated to two small rooms and then (the big time) three. In each of these abodes, I found a way to make it mine.

I did the same thing with this apartment. Remember this? (It’s on the sidebar.)

I am a solitary person who is chatty.

Truer words were never spoken. So when I’m on the road in what Don calls my “Mary Tyler Moore Life,” I enjoy it. I embrace it. This particular trip has been even more lovely with the addition of Mabel and a couple of creative projects to keep me busy and happy. Of course, my theater work is creative as well, but you know what I mean. It’s almost as if I’ve had my own little creative space/studio, separate from my home.

So, it’s with a bit of sadness that I prepare to leave. I love my cottage, my husband and my little girl. I can’t wait to see what the heck is going on in my now, I’m sure, weed-filled garden. I know that soon after I get back home it will be as if I never left. But, in the meantime, I am going to quietly revel in my adopted space here in Hartford.

It’s been quite stormy out here in the east, with unseasonably warm temperatures and lots of rain. More today.

By the way, do you keep up on Apartment Therapy‘s Small, Cool contest? I love it. Readers submit their impossibly small living spaces; winners will eventually be chosen by the readers. I love seeing how people cope with living in a small space. As a veteran of small space living, from tiny studio apartments to a tiny cottage, this sort of thing really floats my boat. Check it out if you are interested.

I’ll post A Favorite Thing right before I go to the theater tonight, but I have to be honest. I will be so busy today, tomorrow and Sunday, that I might not get around to comment on the links. Maybe I will. However, this might be a week where your hostess is otherwise occupied.

Happy Friday.

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A Thank You & Winding Down

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I found this feather smack dab in the middle of a city sidewalk. It’s about 4 inches long. Is it from a Finch? A Baltimore Oriole? What do you think? It’s going home with me.

Edited to add: It’s from a Northern Flicker (Yellow-Shafted) – which is in the Woodpecker family!

Oh my! Thank you, thank you for the incredible conversation we had yesterday. For those of you who missed it, you can read it all here. I had no idea as I was wrangling with this topic yesterday morning that it would elicit such a strong response from all of you. Obviously, it struck a chord. The blogging world is ever changing. Some of the changes are wonderful; some not so wonderful. I’ve always compared blogging to being in high school and I’ve said that time and again on this blog. Wonderful friendships can be made, creativity can be encouraged and rewarded. But there are cliques. There are the ‘popular’ girls. There are mean girls. There are those who do their own thing, regardless of what is deemed popular. I had a great time in high school, but I was not one of the in crowd. I was in the theater/music crowd. I was never going to be a cheerleader and that was fine. I thrived where I was and found myself in the process.

Same thing for blogging, don’t you think?

Anyway, thank you. I found your comments stimulating and wise and funny and profound. Many of you raised points that I hadn’t thought of. What a great conversation!

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Two more days in Hartford. One last Preview performance tonight and then Opening Night tomorrow. Once again, I failed to ride the carousel. What can I say? And once again, I didn’t tour Mark Twain’s house or Harriet Beecher Stowe’s house. But, I’ll be back again in about 7 weeks. I’ll do all of it then. (Fingers crossed.)

Today I have to find a pair of shoes to wear tomorrow night. (I really hate shopping for clothes or shoes.) I’m hoping that I find something quickly because I have to be at a short rehearsal at 2:30. All I want is a comfortable pair of black shoes. I’ll let the younger members of the cast wear the strappy high heels.

It feels like a Friday to me, but Happy Thursday.

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On Blogging: Why I No Longer Care About Stats and Competition

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I’m thinking out loud here. Bear with me.

Though I’m sure I have a more than a bit of it in me, I’m not a super competitive person. When I recognize it rearing its ugly head, I feel uncomfortable. It’s not me. I don’t like what it brings out in me. I know there is a healthy form of competitiveness and, to a certain extent, it drives us to do better, to be better. When I used to audition for acting roles, which is all about competition, I was excited and triumphant if I was cast in the part. But usually, I didn’t see my fellow auditioners, so I was only in competition with myself, if that makes sense. I did the best I could and hoped it was enough.

Blogging has changed a great deal since I first started this blog over five years ago. What used to be a more intimate community of people sharing thoughts and ideas is now a much more competitive arena. Everyone is trying to get sponsors, ad income, affiliate links, big stats numbers. Everywhere I turn there is advice as to how to grow your  blog. I have benefited from some of that advice in the past. But now it’s all about numbers. How many visitors come to your blog, how long they stay, what other sites refer visitors to your blog, are you on google+ because you must be on google+, do the big bloggers consider you part of their pack, how much ad income do you generate, how many comments do you get, what’s your google ranking  - the list is endless.

And exhausting.

I’ve fallen prey to it in the past. I have to be honest about that. I took on ads because I needed the additional income. That income is very, very, very modest. I wanted bigger numbers because bigger numbers meant more ad income. I started posting every day because of it. (I’m glad I made that change – it’s a good discipline for me.) I looked at other blogs and wondered why they had such huge numbers. I still do. I felt a bit of resentment about the opportunities that seemed to come to younger bloggers and mommy bloggers but not to ‘seasoned bloggers’ as I call myself. I analyzed, assessed, compared and obsessed.

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Then I turned a corner. The sheer abundance of blogs out there left me feeling overwhelmed. And underwhelmed by lots of repetitive content. I saw blogs that I used to really enjoy for their personal, heartwarming content change into what might as well be called websites, for want of a better word. Every post became a tout for their business. I’ve stopped reading them. I’ve watched other bloggers try to come up with a new project, a new idea, all the time - and it was too much. I was exhausted for them. After seeing the first few blog posts about chevrons and pallets and grain sacks and horizontal stripes on walls, my eyes glazed over. How many times can you reinvent the wheel? The need to keep up, to find something someone else hasn’t blogged about, to generate constant new projects to keep stat numbers high – Oy. I know that lots of bloggers want to generate a healthy income from their blogs. I totally understand that. And many bloggers are perfectly content in that business-like, competitive atmosphere; indeed, even thrive in it. More power to them. I really mean that.

I don’t.

There, I’ve admitted it. I simply don’t thrive in a competitive atmosphere. I don’t want to. That’s part of the reason I left acting behind and became a teacher and coach.

That little fact doesn’t make me better, or worse, than anybody else. I’m not. I’m not condemning anyone. I’m just speaking about a change that has happened to me, in reference to this little blogging world of mine. Listen, let’s be totally honest here. I’d love to generate more ad income than I do. I’d love to get a book deal. I’m a good writer – I’m proud of my writing. I’d love to be considered a top blogger. I’m just like anybody else. I’ve worked hard over the past 5 years to create a place on the web that I’m proud of. I worked very hard on this blog’s design. The quality of my photography and my content is very, very important to me. But all of that is to please my aesthetic, to keep this blog at a level that I can be proud of and that enables me to connect to you in a meaningful way. Sometimes I fail. Most of the time, writing this blog makes me very happy. And that, my friends, is what is important to me; not numbers, not stats, not the latest way to get my blog out there, whether it be Pinterest or Facebook or Instagram or whatever – not any of it. Yes, I appreciate the extra income, and would I like more of it? Of course. In the end, however, it’s all about joy. And I don’t get joy from numbers (which might be the reason we file an extension every year with the IRS.) Numbers don’t do it for me. Numbers take away the heart and soul of what I do.

I am withdrawing from all that. I no longer read my stats. I no longer read all the articles about growing your blog. I don’t really care what my Google ranking is and you can’t make me care, so there.

The blog isn’t changing. My priorities about what is important for this blog have been clarified and strengthened. You are important to me. The quality of my content is important to me, but not because of a competition. Because of me. Because of you.

It’s awfully freeing.

Happy Wednesday.

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Bird Watching in the Park

Yesterday was my day off. I did a little grocery shopping, then I walked to the park with my camera and sat on a bench for an hour.

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There are lots of pigeons in the park and, contrary to the opinion of some people, I think they’re beautiful. Each bird had markedly different coloring and each was unique. This guy was the biggest of the pigeons and just a bit of a bully.

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Moments later, he took off.

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Coming in for a landing.

Then this little guy landed on the bench to my left.

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Is he feeding a nearby family?

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Then he took off.

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No, it’s not mine.

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All in all, a lovely time in the park.

I sweetly asked my colleagues to stop by the apartment and hold up my quilt:

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On the left is Mary. She’s the Stage Manager on this production. We’ve worked together before and are good friends.

On the right is Robyn. She’s the Assistant Stage Manager.

I lament the lack of wall space in my cottage. But as I looked around this apartment with its ceilings that are at least 17 feet high, I thought it would be the perfect place to hang quilts! Too bad it would involve drilling holes – a no-no in temporary housing. Ah well.

Today is another student matinee. The director is going on for another actor who had to go out of town for the funeral of a family member. Should be interesting.

I must take a moment to acknowledge the terrible tragedy in Oklahoma. The news accounts of the tornado are gut-wrenching. The photos of  the destruction attest to its horrific power. My heart goes out to the citizens of Moore and to everyone else who has suffered inconceivable loss from this devastating tornado. You are in my thoughts and prayers.

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Mabel & I Finish the Quilt Top and Maggie Gets a Present

Quilt top: done

I finished it on Saturday. Then I tried to take photos by climbing up on every raised surface.

Kitchen counter. Chairs. Sofa.

It’s also been rather gray and rainy the last few days, which doesn’t help. I’m not happy with these photos, but here goes.

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The aqua in the borders is brighter than this photo indicates, as are many of the other colors, but when I tried to mess around with saturation, the colors got too bright. I’ll try to get a better photo on a sunny day.

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Note foot on granite counter.

This photo captures the colors pretty accurately. But still not quite right.

I really love this design with its simple graphic appeal and colors that make me smile. It’s a happy quilt. Or will be when I actually quilt it. Right now, without the quilt sandwich, it’s merely a top.

Later on this morning, a few of us are going grocery shopping and I’m going to see if I can bribe my colleagues to hold up the quilt top for a photo op. Cross your fingers. I will be my most charming as I ask for a wee favor.

In other news, Maggie Rabbit has a new scarf:

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This yarn came with the kit – Alicia included a pattern for a cape. I wasn’t crazy about it for some reason, but I love the color of the yarn, so last night I pulled out a crochet hook and made her a little scarf. I think she likes it.

She also had some very minor ear surgery. Just like those of us who experience the sagging of our once-firm skin, Maggie’s right ear was a bit too floppy. The operation was done on an out-patient basis and within 10 minutes, she was out of surgery and up and about.

Maggie is one tough rabbit.

Happy Monday.

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Scenes From My Home-Away-From-Home

Life on the road:

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Claudia’s prescription for life on the road:

• Bring your camera along

• Make sure you have some creative projects to work on; a Maggie Rabbit, a quilt top and a future coaching project

• Bring along your pals; in my case, Wayfrum, Maggie Rabbit, Little Lamb and Mabel

• Fresh flowers are an essential

The quilt top is finished. Photos tomorrow.

We have three preview performances under our belt. At this point in the process, I watch every performance leading up to opening night and take notes, which I then pass along to the actors. Even though the play is now in performance, there are still rehearsals where technical problems are fixed and changes are made – this will go on until opening night.

Which is Friday.

That means I go home on Saturday. (Insert smile.)

Next week at this time, I will be once again writing from my blogging chair with my Scoutie by my side.

Happy Sunday.

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A Favorite Thing #37

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Welcome to A Favorite Thing #37! I’m just getting in under the wire here tonight. It’s been a hectic week, with lots of tech rehearsals and preview performances and I’ve been working very hard. Add to that the fact that I came home on our break today and finished sewing my quilt blocks together and [...]

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Kids Love Shakespeare

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Well, I take back everything I said about a student audience. We had our first audience yesterday morning and they were the best audience you could ever hope to have. Comprised of middle and high school students, this audience was completely involved in the play from the start to the finish. They got everything, laughed, [...]

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On The Road: Hartford’s Ancient Burying Ground

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The Ancient Burying Ground is just a block or two from my apartment. The city has grown up around it, so it is surrounded by tall buildings, the hustle and bustle of city life, horns honking, sirens blaring. (I call Hartford the City of Sirens. Honestly. I’ve lived in several big cities and I’ve never [...]

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Playing With Blocks

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That sneaky scamp, Scout, took over my blog yesterday! I don’t know how she did it. But she’s a Border Collie and they are very smart, indeed. Thank goodness I’ve taught her some manners; she responded to all your comments in her inimitable, slightly sassy, way. I finished all the blocks yesterday, then, on a [...]

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