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It’s been raining since yesterday and the rain, coupled with snow and ice on the ground, makes for an unattractive landscape. And another icy patch in the parking area, which means I’ll have to salt again. Spring, please come soon. Please.

Provided I can get my car out of here (see above) I’ll pick Don up at the bus station later this morning. He’ll be home for two, or nearly two, days. He’s homesick, and though he loves the NYC apartment, sometimes you just need to be home. Two days off in a row almost never happens in the theater and they have been working 10 hour days for four days in a row. They’re tired.

I can’t wait to see that guy.

More babies. If this is supposed to be the season where houseplants grow dormant, I’m not seeing any evidence of it.

I hope everyone has a lovely day today. I’m making this short because I have to get a move on!

Happy Sunday.

 

Anastasia, Neon and Manhattan

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A very cold night in NYC did not stop the crowd that came to see Anastasia. It’s selling well. Lovely to see some of the cast backstage after the show, to meet new cast members, to see it again. Later this afternoon, I will do some individual coaching. Interestingly – in the small world category – I was sitting next to a women who looked familiar to me and when we started chatting, it turns out that I met her years ago at the Old Globe. She had also been thinking that I looked familiar. She’s in town for an audition.

On the way to the theater, I tried to take some photos, but juggling my notepad and my purse and the camera (while wearing gloves) proved problematic. But I did get an interesting shot:

I’m rather liking the blurry and squiggly lights.

And here’s a view of our tiny kitchen. It is impossible for us both to be in there at the same time.

Tin of cookies on the counter.

The apartment has all the trendy things of the moment: a dash of subway tile, stainless steel appliances, open shelving in the living room, polished wood floors, a dash of midcentury modern, great ceiling fixtures and a faux moose head on the wall. Sort of fun!

Don’s doing well, but he’s tired. Long rehearsal days, new dances to be learned, run-throughs for the producers and then a move to the theater on Monday.

Today I think I’ll mosey on down to Greenwich Village before I have to go to the theater. Tonight, I get to spend the evening with my husband.It will be the last one for a while, as he will be moving into afternoon and evening rehearsals. Sigh.

Happy Thursday.

Potpourri on Wednesday

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• And now it’s cold again. The wind kicked up last night and with it came a drop in the temperature. We’ll be in the thirties today and tomorrow. Another warm-up on the weekend, then back to cold, then a warm-up…you get the picture.

The slab of ice is shrinking a bit, though you would think after four days of unseasonably warm weather followed by lots of rain, that it would have disappeared. Nope. That’s how thick it is. I hacked at the edges of it yesterday afternoon, breaking up whatever I could, but the central part of the slab is still going strong. It’s not giving up easily. Will this be the “Winter of the Ice Slab?”

The sun just made an appearance. Huzzah!

• I’ve been watching Grace and Frankie (just a bit at a time, I like to extend the pleasure) and David Letterman’s interview with Barack Obama, both of which you can find on Netflix. It’s articulate and funny and serious and it makes me long for the days of a presidency that was reasoned and sane. (Side note: I haven’t been able to crack the Pete Souza book yet. It’s just too painful.)

I bought Fire and Fury  by Michael Wolff (about the Trump administration) when I was in the city and I’m just about ready to dig in.

• Observation: why are the nails on my right hand (I’m right-handed) longer than the nails on my left hand? Every nail on my left hand has broken recently, but not so for the right. Wouldn’t you think the hand I lead with would have the broken nails? Hmmm.

• I stocked up on groceries yesterday and grabbed some things for the apartment, as well. After spending a few days there, we realized that we didn’t have a vegetable brush, a dishwashing wand (the kind you fill with dish soap), a steamer – that sort of thing. Don doesn’t have time to hunt down these necessities as he’s in rehearsals all day long.

• While there, I noticed this in the dog toys section of the store:

As if I would let my beloved Lambchop be chewed up! I mean, really! I rescued her, brought her home, and she has joined her fellow Lambchops upstairs in the bedroom. They’re getting along famously.

• The newest season of Schitt’s Creek  starts tonight on Pop (a cable channel). I love that show.

• Oh, and I made Cloud Biscuits last night. Comfort food.

• Speaking of comfort food, last night Don said wistfully, “I wish I had more of your cookies.” He means the chocolate chip cookies I made last week. I can take a hint. More cookies on the way.

Happy Wednesday.

 

 

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