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Cast of Creatures

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I’m trying to figure out just how many of my little groundhog friends are hanging around the property. There is one, I know, that lives on my neighbor’s property. I see him running back home occasionally.

There’s Henry, of course.

Then there are these two:

The young scamp on the right and an older groundhog on the left. The older one reminds me of Henry, but that’s not Henry’s coloring. Is it his wife, Henrietta? I think these guys are the same two who were playing together the other day.

Then there’s this guy:

We’ve named him Nigel.

Then there are the bunnies and the birds and some creature who got in our trash can the other day.

Whoopi Goldberg saw the show yesterday afternoon. She’s a close friend of one of the cast members. Don got the chance to chat with her and he really loved her. She said, as so many, many others have said, that the show she saw had absolutely no resemblance to the show the NY Times reviewer described. We all know that, but it’s nice to hear it confirmed by Whoopie. And then she said “F**k the critics!”

The exact same words I’ve used many times. I may put it on a T-shirt.

The hydrangeas are getting bigger by the day. Soon there will be fluffy white blossoms everywhere.

The catalpa in bloom. It’s very, very breezy today, so I’m thinking a lot of those blossoms will be on the ground by the end of the day.

Mowing is on the docket for today. And some weeding. And some reading. And some biscuits, which I made yesterday.

Happy Thursday.

 

Thoughts on a Tuesday

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I’m still at the cottage.

I didn’t go into the city on Sunday because I wasn’t feeling well. Sinus/allergy crap. We decided to wait a day, but I was still under the weather yesterday, so – though disappointing – I stayed home. NYC takes a lot of energy and I didn’t have enough on hand.

I’m going in next weekend, though, and soon Don will be home. Time is flying. This is a tough time for everyone in the show. After talking to Don about it, I called it The Long Goodbye. They know it’s closing, but it’s still running. Every show is bittersweet. Don will miss his life in the city, of that I’m sure. On the other hand, he’s tired and emotionally drained and he longs to be home.

The day after closing, they fly to Washington DC to do A Capitol Fourth on PBS. It’s now going to be PR for the tour instead of the Broadway run, which doesn’t start for over a year and, most likely, will not involve most – if any – of this cast. So it’s all very strange and topsy-turvy. Then Don will come back to the city and we’ll pack up and be out of the apartment on July 8th.

I have to work on anger, resentment, and jealousy. Anger that it’s closing.  And resentment and jealousy come to the surface when I see other shows heading for long runs – shows that I don’t get, am not drawn to, and am flummoxed as to their popularity. Anger also about the treatment of Jimmy Buffett, who isn’t taken seriously and is clearly considered an ‘outsider’ by many in the Broadway community – reminding me of cliques and high school.

Oh, and anger at the mean-spirited critics. On the other hand, there were reviews that were glowing and I’m grateful for them and for the audiences who stand and cheer and sing along every performance.

It’s all stuff that will fade in time, but I have to do my part to let it go.

I wanted a long run for Don, who loves his role, loves the show. We’d hoped to finally get ahead financially, but that isn’t going to happen – at least not with this show. That’s tremendously disappointing for us.

Perspective. That’s what’s needed. And I’ll find it. I always do.

Thanks for listening.

(I’ve edited this a bit. Some opinions that I have should be kept to myself!)

Happy Tuesday.

Blooms

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Blooming:

I tried to sit on the porch this morning, but a little sparrow kept chirping at me. Flitting from the rose bush to the clematis, he/she was clearly anxious. I finally realized that there’s a nest down in the boxwood and the parent was trying to feed some babies.

So I came inside.

Can’t I just sit on my porch for a while?

Thank you for all your kind comments.

I will be perfectly honest here and say that I’m not doing well.

So, while I’ll post daily, I might not write much. Or I might. Who knows? I’m just trying to keep busy between bouts of profound sadness. Trying to stay strong for my husband who is doing his best to cope and be positive in the midst of heartbreak and loss. I don’t want to say more than that because it’s his story and it should be private.

Thanks for understanding.

Also: I think my AOL email was hacked. I changed my password of course, but if you get anything weird, just delete it.

 

 

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