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Still Life

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This was my view as Don and I sat on the sofa for our second cup of coffee. A still life of our favorite things. Don is playing that guitar as I write this.

I read the script for Jane Eyre  yesterday and I’ll be speaking with Elizabeth, the director, either today or tomorrow to firm up what she needs and wants from me for this production. Looks like I’ll be spending a couple of days in Hartford next week. The first rehearsal is Tuesday and I’ll work with the actors a bit on Wednesday. I may go in on Monday evening so I don’t have to stress about trying to get there in the morning with the usual traffic jams on the Interstate. We’ll see.

Today I’ll be doing research on the dialects required for this production. That’s always fun!

I’m nearing the end of Jane Eyre  (the novel.) It’s a beautifully written and powerful story. Even though I knew the story going in, I have been enriched by the pleasure of reading Brontë’s prose. I suspect I started to read it when I was young but never finished it. So here I am, all these years later, finally  reading it! It was worth the wait.

Last night, we watched the first episode of the final season of Schitt’s Creek.  I love that show and will be so sorry to see it end. It’s simply wonderful. It’s on POP TV here in the States and on the CBC in Canada. Eventually, once this airing of the final season has ended, it will move to Netflix. The actors are brilliant and actor/producer/writer Dan Levy (son of Eugene Levy) is a force to be reckoned with.

I’m off to have some breakfast and then do some work.

Happy Wednesday.

Discombobulated

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Gone.

That gorgeous Christmas Tree was so dry after having been here for over a month, that it had to come down yesterday. On top of running errands, we added the dismantling of the tree as one of our chores for the day. It took longer than I thought, but eventually, Don carried it out to the woods, propped it up against another tree and thanked it. We both said thank you repeatedly as we were taking down the ornaments. I do have qualms sometimes about trees – living things – being raised only to be chopped down for our temporary use during the holidays. I have to be honest and say that I go back and forth on that one, just as I do on a number of issues.

I missed seeing those lights when I came downstairs this morning. But I do like the clean look of the house.

Does this ever happen to you? You look everywhere to make sure you haven’t missed some decoration that needs to be packed away. You do it more than once, and finally, satisfied that you have corralled all of the Christmas stuff, you pack it away.

The next day, you notice something you missed. In my case, as I was sitting on the sofa having coffee with my husband this morning, I focused on Stella and saw the two bottlebrush trees that are sitting on her shelf. Whoops! I’ll have to find some place to put them until next year.

Did any of you notice that I closed yesterday’s post with “Happy Monday?” Yep. It wasn’t until we were in the car running errands that I realized it was Thursday, not Monday. The first thing I did when we came home was edit the post to the correct day. I swear, it seemed like a Monday! I’m discombobulated.

I’m working on Dove Cottage. I added some missing window sills and a window frame the other day. I’ll do a bit more today. And I’m deep into Jane Eyre, which is beautifully written, isn’t it? I have to finish it, then read the script for the play, then do some work on the dialects – all over the course of the next 4 or 5 days. I’m starting 2020 off with a work commitment and that makes me happy.

Happy Friday.

What Are You Reading?

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Taken from inside the bus as I made my way home yesterday.

Coaching went well. As usual, even though I coached for two hours or so, the day itself – from the moment I left the house until I drove up our driveway – was 10 hours long. Imagine what it’s like for Don when he has an audition; all that time for approximately 8 minutes actually auditioning.

It was a windy, rainy day, which is always a challenge in Manhattan. My umbrella flipped inside out at least 4 times. I was very happy to arrive home to a welcoming wave from Don and dinner ready to be served. He’s a great guy.

Speaking of that great guy, I told him that I didn’t want anything for my birthday, as I’d just had an incredible gift in our trip to Paris.

There was little gift bag, however. And in it was this:

A print of a picture of us kissing on the Seine. The story behind this: Don stopped a young woman and asked her if she would mind taking a picture of us with the Seine in the background. (You can see her shadow in the bottom right corner of the photo.) She took a few of us doing the usual standing side by side thing, and then Don suddenly and unexpectedly grabbed me and kissed me. For quite a long time! And this lovely woman kept snapping.

Anyway, isn’t it sweet? What a wonderful memory.

Today is sunny. Tomorrow will be rainy. I believe it’s time for a major porch clean up.

I’m reading The Essex Serpent  by Sarah Perry. I just started it yesterday while on the bus and I read a bit more this morning. It had rave reviews a few years back and won all sorts of awards, so I’m expecting a very good read.

Since I’ve told you what I am reading, will you tell me what you are reading? It’s my favorite question, you know.

Happy Saturday.

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