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Yesterday was my day off. It was sunny, but windy and cold (will winter ever leave?) and I took a walk in Bushnell Park. Camera in hand, of course. The trees are budding and in some cases, in full bloom.
The carousel. I was determined to take a ride last year and never did. This year? It’s on!
I call this the Wizard of Oz tree because it reminds me so much of those talking apple trees in the forest. I love all the curves and bumps.
Beautiful, isn’t it?
I ran into the young man who is assisting the director on Twelfth Night and we stood there and chatted for what must have been 45 minutes or so. I met him when I was here in January – he’s very nice, very smart and is just starting out on what will be an exciting career, I’m sure.
There’s nothing like sitting in a room full of actors and other assorted types and realizing they are all younger than you to pull you up short. Last year, one or two of the actors were my age or older. Not this year. And so comes the feeling that what they see when they look at me is not how I feel inside. They’re seeing the older Claudia, the woman who’s face and grayish hair and not-as-thin-as-she-used-to-be body still shocks her. And I realize that they are meeting me for the first time as this. But I used to be that. And they have no knowledge of that. But I still feel like that. Do you know what I mean?
I know I’m echoing the thoughts of everyone who reaches a certain age. This is nothing new. On one hand, it keeps me on my toes. On the other, it can be depressing. When did this happen? I’ve written about it before – in fact, the title of the post was On Being the Oldest Person in the Room. Theaters are always full of young, energetic people and that’s a good thing. But, boy, the realization that I am no longer part of that group still smacks me upside the head at times.
I came back to my hotel and started work on Alicia Paulson’s design for Maggie Rabbit. I didn’t start on it until about 4 pm, but I managed to create the body, head and ears.
It took me awhile to make my blanket stitch look presentable. I’m showing you the best side. I did all this while watching the Red Sox and eating some cookies that I snagged from the hotel’s evening buffet.
We’re still doing table work but should finish by the end of the day today. I’ve started on individual coaching sessions and I’ll tell you more about them tomorrow.
Oh. Remember my request for a name for my Teddy Bear? The one that travels with me when I’m on the road? Well, I was falling for William when that sneaky husband of mine left a comment and one of his suggestions was Wayfrum Holmes. I laughed out loud when I read it. So Wayfrum it is. But I think Wayfrum’s middle name will be William.