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May 14, 2013 at 8:18 am by Claudia

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What the heck is going on?

First my dad goes away for what seems like forever. Then Mom goes away for a couple of days and boards me. Then we both go away for a couple of days. (Much better.) Then Dad comes back. Then Mom goes away for a long time. She comes home. She leaves again. What the ???

I don’t like this. My life is based on routine. And this is seriously messing with my routine. Not to mention the fact that the pack should be together and it isn’t.

But there is a bit of a silver lining here. A chance to change things up.

I’ve been working my dad (who isn’t always clear on mom’s rules about food and treats) and I have to say, it’s been pretty cool. Here’s what I’ve done:

I start bugging him for treats by performing a few of my patented moves. Sometimes I do my pounce. Everyone loves that. Sometimes I just look unbelievably cute. Dad’s a sucker for that. Sometimes I bark incessantly and Dad asks me if I need to go outside. I don’t. I keep barking. Do I need water? No. I keep barking. Then I perform my final and, if I do say so myself, charming move. I walk out to the kitchen and cock my head toward the cupboard that holds my treats. I fix my big green eyes on the cupboard and then I flick them back to Dad, then back to the cupboard.

He gives up and gives me a treat. Sometimes more than one.

I have him in the palm of my paw, as we say in the doggie world.

Let’s face it. I’d rather have a treat than the same boring old food that Mom and Dad give me. Every single day. It’s endless. And once I start getting a lot more treats, I don’t want to eat that stuff anymore. So, I start nosing my dish and push it all over the room. All you can hear is the sound of my metal dog dish sliding around on the wood floor. And my dad gets frustrated because I won’t eat. This goes on for a while. Sometimes he gives me a treat just to see if I’ve totally lost my appetite because he’s worried I might be sick. (Mom does this, too.) And I score another treat!

Then trouble comes. Because he picks up that thing he talks into and calls my mom. And she figures out what’s going on and says (I can hear her through the thing) “Stop giving her treats until she finishes her food. If she doesn’t finish, no treat. You have to be tough. She’s working you.”

Uh oh. Busted.

And suddenly, all the time and effort I’ve put into this whole thing, all the barks, the pounces, the eyes-toward-the-cupboard-move, the dish nosing (I can push it all the way across the room and under the chair,) – all of it is for nothing. The other day, he put the phone on speaker and I heard Mom’s voice. (What? Where is she?) And she said, “Scout, eat your dinner. NO TREATS until you eat your dinner. Eat your dinner.” Yikes. I looked around for her but she wasn’t there. It sort of spooked me. I looked right at the thing Dad was holding. No Mom.

Hmmm.

Anyway. It’s not working now, so I have to eat my food. Or I won’t get any treats. Dang.

Oh, and the other night I went all hyper in the living room and dad couldn’t get me to calm down. He couldn’t figure out what was going on.

So he picked up that thing again and I heard Mom’s voice coming through it. She figured out that Dad had completely forgotten to give me my carrots. The carrots that Mom cuts up for me every night between 5 and 5:30, whenever I can get her butt off the chair and into the kitchen. Or that Dad cuts up for me when Mom asks him to (because she’s too lazy to get up.) I had to dance and pounce and bark like a performing dog in order to get something that I should have had 3 hours earlier. 

Cripes.

I miss my mom.

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But there is an upside to all of this. Dad takes me on lots of walks and for rides in the car. He’s better at this sort of thing than Mom is. Mom always has something she’s working on. Or she’s blogging. Dad is more fun. We go on lots of adventures.

Though Mom does pounce with me.

I wish these two people would just stay in the same place for a while. I’m not at all happy with this coming and going.

Can you talk some sense into them?

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Creative Therapy and a Rehearsal Process Update

May 13, 2013 at 8:34 am by Claudia

I found myself in a weepy state for much of the day yesterday; everything was tinged by sadness. When my sister went to visit my mom, I had her call me and hold the phone up to mom’s ear so I could wish her a happy mother’s day and tell her I love her. She didn’t really respond, though she was listening. Meredith says that she feels mom recognizes her but is not always sure exactly who she is. That’s where we are now. It’s as if there’s a curtain in front of mom which hides the mom we knew, but sometimes it moves ever so slightly and a brief connection is made. I’m far away. Meredith is right there. If it’s hard for me, imagine how hard it is for Meredith and my father.

I spoke to Don and cried. In the course of the conversation, I asked if the lilacs were blooming and would he take a photo if they were? Later, the phone rang and Don said that Scout wanted me to look at my Facebook Timeline. She’d been up to something:

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My little girl and my little lilac bush.

I have had a couple of days off and normally this would be a time when I could go home for a visit. But, with gas being so expensive and our budget tight, I decided I should stay here. I’m trying to tough it out.

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I managed to make 8 more quilt blocks. (Whoops – I forgot to turn the one on the bottom right.) Cutting and piecing was good therapy for me yesterday. I lost myself in the process and eventually emerged from my sadness. The creative process can be so therapeutic.

Mabel has been a treasure on this trip. She performs admirably, all of the time. Her straight stitch is a thing of beauty. I made some minor adjustments to her so that I could get a good ¼ inch seam.

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I marked it with a stack of Post-it notes. Unfortunately, they didn’t always stay in place, so I had to slap that piece of painter’s tape on them. I’m always reading about using a scant ¼ inch seam and I tried that with my first couple of blocks, but they were off, so I reverted back to a true ¼ inch. Edited to add: Carol expressed concern that the tape might be touching the decals and might harm them. Only a corner of it was, but I adjusted it (Thanks, Carol!) and all is well. This new photo shows the adjustment.

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I call this Sewing Still Life.

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And this: Ironing Board Study. I took both of those photos as is. I looked up from the sewing machine and the arrangement in Sewing Still Life is exactly what I saw. And then yesterday, as I was pinning and pressing, I noticed this arrangement on the ironing board, which turned out to be surprisingly color coordinated with the ironing board cover, which, of course, came with the apartment.

Where we are in the rehearsal process: We finished our last run-through in the rehearsal space on Friday. On Saturday, we moved to the theater. Saturday was spent on Spacing. The actors get used to the space, the director sees how the blocking has transferred to the set and makes adjustments. The actors work through entrances and exits and, most importantly, work on the set. In this case, the set is an intricate garden maze. I ran into the director when I was having coffee with my former student, Brian, and he was full of excitement to finally be working on the set. Positively giddy!

Yesterday, the Tech process began. In the Tech process, actors are in costume and makeup for the first time and all the technical cues are added to the play: Light cues, scene changes, sound cues, fade ins, fade outs, props, costume changes. Everything is timed, cues are written and re-written, every moment that involves a cue is run again and again until the director, actors, technicians and especially the stage manager (who calls the cues) feel it works successfully. This is a long and sometimes tedious process. Tech Rehearsals are not about me or my work. The last thing, at least in the first tech rehearsals, the actors are thinking about are their voices. Nor should they. I tend to stay away until the entire play has been teched once. I come back and start taking notes during the second tech run-through. I did stop in for a couple of hours yesterday to see the set (gorgeous) and listen for a bit.

Today is the day off. Tomorrow, Tech will resume. I’ll check in to see where they are. We have another day of Tech on Wednesday and then our first preview (with an audience) will be on Thursday.

Happy Monday.

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Filed Under: On The Road, quilting, Scout, theater 39 Comments

On Making A Difference: Mothering, Guiding, Protecting (And Some Quilting)

May 12, 2013 at 9:15 am by Claudia

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On Thursday, which was a rainy day, I was hurrying down a small side street, umbrella in hand, on my way to rehearsal. I heard a voice say, “Claudia?” I turned around and there was one of my former students, Brian. I hadn’t seen him in about 13 years, though we are in contact on Facebook. What are the odds that the two of us would happen to be on the same one-block-long side street at the same time in Hartford, CT? Turns out he’s in town with a touring production of a play – just for one week. (He’s had a very successful acting career on the stage.) That particular encounter made my day! Serendipity. We met again yesterday for coffee and spent a wonderful 90 minutes or so together, catching up on everything. He’s a lovely guy living a good life and I’m happy for him.

Though I’m not a mother of human children, I am a mother to my Scout and my sweet Winston and Riley who are no longer with us. And to all the former students that I have nurtured and trained and spent hours with; providing a sympathetic ear, being there when tears and fear and frustration overwhelmed them, giving a hug when needed, helping them through major life changes, sometimes providing a laugh when needed, always giving support. I’m proud of that. I’m proud that my former students want to see me and spend time with me. And I’m humbled when I hear that I’ve made a difference in their lives.

That has been my mothering experience and one I am most grateful for. I was meant to be a force in their lives, for however brief a period.

This Mother’s Day is a difficult one for me as my mother fades away from us, living in a state that is partly here and partly in another world. The mom I knew and loved, though still here physically, has been gone from us for a long time now. My heart breaks for her. And truly? I wish for her the shedding of her mortal body. Though I will mourn the loss of her physical presence here on earth, I will rejoice in her release from the straight-jacket-like existence in which she now exists. Love never dies. My connection to her will always be strong, whether in this life or in another plane of existence.

You’ve been the best mom ever. I love you.

Happy Mother’s Day to all of you moms. Though this is what I call a Hallmark Holiday, I know that it is a time for many of you to honor your moms and to be honored. Hopefully, we do that every day of our lives.

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I’ve been piecing some more blocks for the quilt. I have 12 now and the quilt calls for 25. Each day, I try to make a couple more. Camille’s class concentrates on piecing and gives lots of tips for short-cuts in the piecing process. I, however, am taking my time as this process helps to fill some of my time here.

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The carpeted floor is my design board.

I love this fabric.

Thank you for all the thoughtful, compassionate responses to my post From My Heart: What I Believe. I cried more than once when reading them and they confirm what I already know about my readers and friends: what wonderful, caring people you are.

Happy Sunday.

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Filed Under: animal rescue, animals, mom, mothers day, quilting 28 Comments

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