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Laughter

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It’s a foggy and unseasonably warm Friday morning.

Victory for me – after spending two days chopping up ice, it has disappeared. Thank you warmer temperatures and thank you to our ice chopper, which we bought several years ago. I don’t recall having to use it at all last winter, but this winter with its abrupt freezes and thaws has required its services. Often.

Today is Don’s first preview. And today is the day the Original Broadway Cast Album is released. I have an actual CD on the way, but I’m going to download it today so I can hear it now. I’m too impatient to wait.

My now several-years-old geranium, which I overwinter. Almost all of the leaves are new.

Too little sleep over a period of a week and the horrific news from Florida made for a very depressed and edgy me yesterday. Thankfully, I had dinner with Rick, Doug and Doug’s daughter, Alecia, last night and laughed my head off. At one point, I was clutching my stomach with tears rolling down my face, quite a sight for my fellow diners. Laughter is  the best medicine.

My mood was much improved when I got home.

I’m thinking of heading into NYC on Sunday for a few days. I’d leave on Saturday, but it’s supposed to snow on Saturday night and I want to be here in case I need to shovel. Even if it snows, it’s going to be in the forties the next day, so it will melt fairly quickly.

Such a strange winter with bitter, bitter cold in December, lots of snow, and unseasonably warm temperatures more often than not.

Happy Friday.

Goodbyes, Babies, and Rescues

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I just got back from dropping Don off at the bus station. The two days went by too quickly, but we had a lovely time together and, weather permitting, I’ll try to get into the city at the end of the week. This life isn’t easy, but I hope we handle it with grace. I think we do.

I have a spider plant upstairs in the office that was a teeny-tiny grocery store rescue when I bought it a couple of years ago. It’s quite large now and very healthy. But it has never produced a baby. Every once in a while I tell the spider plant that it would be nice to see a little baby appear.

Well, look what I saw yesterday! A baby!

Just goes to show you that they hear us. Remember all those books in the seventies about talking to your plants? It may have been a fad, but I talk to mine all the time.

Speaking of grocery store rescues, I couldn’t get this little guy out of my mind – I’d seen it at our local store several times, so I swooped in today and brought it home. This photo makes it look larger than it is. I think it’s a peperomia. The leaves are succulent-like. I’ll look it up later today.

Don’s show starts previews on Friday. For those of you who are new to this, previews are performances (with a paying audience) while the play is not yet officially open. That means that while the cast is performing at night, the tech people, designers, director, choreographer, music director, and writers are watching and taking notes. Rehearsals are still going on each afternoon and those rehearsals are used to fix things, rehearse moments that need some tweaking, and make changes. Sometimes (this happened with Anastasia) the playwright(s) will rewrite scenes, add new scenes, and then ‘pages’ will be passed out to the actors which include those changes. Escape to Margaritaville  will be previewing for a month and then it will officially open in March. So, though the cast is performing, the show is still not completely set. At some point, everyone involved will decide there are no more changes to be made and it will be ‘frozen.’

There you go.

Happy Tuesday.

 

A Visitor

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Well, this guy is paying a visit. I’m sure glad to have him here. He arrived at the bus station in the middle of a downpour, which wasn’t difficult given that it had been raining for over 12 hours. We parked in the driveway because all of the rain and melting has resulted in yet another blob of ice where I usually park. As it’s going to be warmer for a good chunk of this week, I’m hoping the damn thing melts, and soon. I’m over it.

At least Don could see what I’m wrestling with here. A visual never hurts, right?

We’ve had a lovely time so far. He needs to kick back and relax after a long, hard, and physically taxing week.

I happened to see a recipe for vegan chocolate chip cookies on Instagram last week and I saved it because it looked easy and Don is predominately vegan lately. So I gave it a whirl yesterday. None of it looked like the video that accompanied the recipe, so I had doubts as to whether they would turn out. But they did.

They definitely have a different texture. They’re chewier. The vegan chips taste just like regular chocolate chips. Don loves them, so they get a big thumbs up. And that means I’ll have to make some to take with me the next time I go to NYC. I’m already anticipating that request. I know my husband!

We watched the Olympics last night and we’re going to hang out today. He’ll go back to the city tomorrow morning. Too short, but we’re grateful for some time together at our cottage.

Happy Monday.

 

 

 

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