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Stronger

September 9, 2018 at 9:58 am by Claudia

Yesterday, I was putting on my shoes to go outside and retrieve the mail when I saw this:

I ran for my camera. This little one was so sleepy that I was able to step outside and take photographs without disturbing him.

When I purposely made a little noise, I got this:

I remained there for quite a while and then I quietly went back inside. Let him sleep. The mail could come later (it was only a bill anyway.)

Sweet little goldfinch. It’s sort of puffed up. I often see the mourning doves like that, especially when they’re resting.

I’m hanging in there. Thank you for your support. It was an awful day yesterday. Simply awful. But I feel stronger today and I’m slowly putting things in perspective. It’s a lesson I’d rather not have to learn, but learn it I have. It’s not as dire as “Don’t trust anybody” – I’d hate to go through life that way. It’s not my nature.

But “Be wary!” works for me.

I am really, really good at what I do. This I know. This I’ve heard from hundreds and hundreds of people throughout my career. Not only do I have the mastery of my skills, I am compassionate and kind. There’s no better combination. And if this sounds like I’m tooting my horn, I’m not. I’m just calling it as it is. So I’m damned if I’m going to let this crap affect my confidence or my absolute knowledge that I am an excellent coach. As Don, who has been coached by me several times in the past, says, “It’s their loss.” And I can guarantee they’ll feel that loss.

They’re not bad guys. Not at all. They behaved badly.

I’ve definitely learned that I’m expendable. But let’s put this in perspective; I know this has happened to many, many people in all sorts of professions. I’m not special.

Yes, it hurt me deeply. But I am strong.

It’s 63 today – 30 degrees less than it was a couple of days ago. My head is spinning. I did mow yesterday and that helped. I used it to sweat out all my anger. To curse out loud because no one could hear me over the sound of the lawnmower. To concoct emails in my head in which I told them off. That kind of thing. And the good thing is that I got all of that out and now I’m not going to communicate with them at all. That would just be to make me feel better. To teach a lesson. I used to feel the need to do that when I was younger. However, the older I get, the less I am inclined to do that because it’s all about ego. It’s all about feeding my ego when I’m feeling fragile or wronged.

And the lawn looks great, which is a bonus. I also did a bunch of other chores.  And then, having not slept a whole lot the night before, I collapsed. We watched Die Hard  last night, which I haven’t seen in many years, and it was the perfect antidote to my sorrow. You can’t help but be completely engrossed and it’s such a good film!

Today I might mow again or I might just read. And heal.

Thank you, my friends. Your support meant everything to me yesterday. Bless you.

Happy Sunday.

Filed Under: birds, flowers, garden, life, theater 42 Comments

Booking Stress and a Little Rant

September 5, 2018 at 8:38 am by Claudia

What a day yesterday! I was exhausted at the end of it. I don’t know about you, but we live a very modest lifestyle and have been through many lean years, where paying the bills and the mortgage seemed impossible. Somehow, we have always done it, but the stress was constant.

We still have very little money, but we are getting social security and pensions, so we know we can cover our basic costs every month.

So when I had to pay a chunk of money for plane fare last week and, yesterday, for a hotel in London and plane fare from Edinburgh to Paris, yours truly got very stressed. Of course, I’d already set aside those funds for the trip, but paying out what to me is a lot  of money for our trip made me tense. That, coupled with the Kavanaugh hearings in Washington, was a stress-tsunami!

We’ve decided that we’ll fly into Edinburgh, go through customs, grab a bite to eat and then board a plane for Paris, where – presumably – we’ll collapse that night in our lodgings. We’re spending a week in Paris (our anniversary falls during that week) and then we’ll travel to London, spend a week there, take the train to Edinburgh, spend 2 days there, and fly home.

It all costs a whole heck of a lot more money than we are used to shelling out.

We’ve booked the hotel in London, the flights are booked, we’re waiting to hear about an apartment in Paris (Linda, we used your link) but they haven’t got back to us yet which is making us nervous. Don even called them this morning and left a message.

We haven’t booked a hotel in Edinburgh yet, or the train to London. We’ll get to that.

It’s all too much for yours truly!

The zinnias are looking lovely even in this horrible heat wave. Next week looks much better.

Hopefully, we can wrap up the Paris reservations today. The trip is in just about a month, which will be here before you know it.

In the meantime, I have been dealing with professional disappointments, jobs I thought I would have, courtesy that I expected but didn’t get, long waiting periods without any communication, all while I was waiting to book this trip, keeping a certain chunk of time open for work, trying not to conflict with any rehearsal dates, only to finally say “Screw It!” and book the trip anyway. I can’t go into any more detail than that but I’ve been hurt and disappointed. I’d even throw in ‘disillusioned.’

So we’re going when we’re going and that’s that. After 18 years of freelancing out here in the east, much of which has been lovely, by the way, I’m tired of always being the last person contacted, the one who has to constantly email or call to get someone to commit to a contract and then waiting and waiting for a response. In this world of quick emails and texts, how hard can it be to answer someone in a timely manner? I am pretty scrupulous about doing that myself and I expect others to be as well. But, they’re not. Actors have agents, directors have agents, as do designers and choreographers. There are not agents for what I do. It’s just me.

And I’m over it.

Thanks for letting me rant a little.

Happy Wednesday.

Filed Under: flowers, garden, On The Road, theater, travel 56 Comments

Hazy, Hot and Humid

August 29, 2018 at 8:59 am by Claudia

This says it all; a surprise day lily and fallen leaves right next to each other. Every day I see more leaves on the ground. The leaves from our big maple tend to fall first. It’s a very old tree and I wonder if that is part of the reason. But maples in general, especially on our windy property, shed their leaves before the other trees, with the oaks and catalpas waiting until well into autumn.

Lord, is it hot here! The heat index had us well over 100 degrees yesterday and it was just plain awful to be outside for more than a few minutes. I watered everything in the morning, then stayed inside the rest of the day. More of the same, with even higher temps, today. It will break tomorrow.

Don, as luck would have it, has to go into the city today for an audition. The audition is no big deal – just one line in a tv series – but it’s going to be 96 degrees there today and you know that means the heat index will be off the charts. Better him than me, but I hope he gets in and out of the city quickly. I’ll be happy when he’s safely home.

I’m almost done with my deductions. Don has yet to do his, but he’ll be starting today. Might I add that he’ll be starting today because I have had to bug him about it for several days, several times a day. Sigh.

We watched La Strada  last night, Fellini’s masterpiece. I had never seen it. A couple of years ago we saw Nights of Cabiria with Giulietta Masina, Fellini’s wife, in the lead role and I was utterly enchanted with her performance. I think I wrote about it on the blog. She was the kind of actress that had a face for film and you could not take your eyes off her. Still can’t. The same thing happened in La Strada. But what was revelatory about this film for me was Anthony Quinn’s performance. I’ve never been a big fan of Quinn. He was a good actor and I certainly saw my share of his films. But this! He is amazing, playing a brutish character with such nuance that in the end, despite his actions, he breaks your heart. Wow. Add to that a young Richard Basehart in a role so much more interesting than anything he was saddled with in later years. It made me see him with fresh eyes. Quinn, too.

You can tell I’m still thinking about it this morning, can’t you?

Most of the coneflowers are still hanging in there after having opened quite a while ago, but here and there I see some that have just opened, like this one.

I’m sad that we’re coming up on Labor Day and the unofficial end of summer.

I’m not ready yet.

Happy Wednesday.

 

Filed Under: autumn, flowers, movies 18 Comments

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I live in a little cottage in the country with my husband. It's a sweet place, sheltered by old trees and surrounded by gardens. The inside is full of the things we love. I love to write, I love my camera, I love creating, I love gardening. My decorating style is eclectic; full of vintage and a bit of whimsy.

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