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January 15, 2017 at 10:48 am by Claudia

This little sprig of alstroemeria broke off a newly purchased bouquet about three weeks ago. I didn’t want to toss them, so I put them in a wine glass. They’re still going strong. I have three bouquets in vases scattered around the apartment and this morning I found myself wondering if they would still be going strong when I have to move back home on Saturday. And then what will I do? Answer: take them home, of course.

I seem to be going through a bout of insomnia. I’ve been taking a nice hot bath, reading a bit in bed, and then…I’m awake for 3 or 4 hours. It’s maddening. Thankfully, I slept until 9 this morning, so I don’t feel as fried as I did yesterday. And yes, I heard my neighbor coming home, but I was already sleepless so I can’t blame it on her! It’s me, I fear.

I don’t have a lot of exciting news to share with you. My days are fairly full of rehearsals and performances. In fact, I have to make this rather short so that I have time to email my notes to the actors.

It’s sunny today – huzzah! – which always makes me happy. Don is protesting today at a NY State Senator’s office about the attempt to repeal the Affordable Care Act. And Michael Moore, Alec Baldwin and several other notables are holding a mass rally at the Trump International Hotel in NYC on Thursday evening at 6:00. I’m not sure whether Don is going to that or not, but I passed the information on to him. I can’t march in the Women’s March, sadly, as I have to move home that day, but I know of so many women who are marching, either in Washington DC or in other cities across the country. Bravo! I’m with you in spirit.

Today: I’m watching the matinee at 2:00, then I’m coming back to the apartment, making dinner and  settling down to watch Sherlock  at 7 pm. To those of you who watch Sherlock: it’s on earlier this week because PBS is premiering Victoria  at 9. Victoria  doesn’t interest me. I know, I know, you think I’m crazy. But I’ve seen my fill of historical period costume dramas over the years (and remember, I work in a world that is full of sets and costumes and period details.) They just don’t interest me. As Don says: I don’t have any more rental space in my head for a new mini-series. I sort of feel the same way.

But I do plan on watching one of my all-time favorite movies on Monday night, It Happened One Night. I picked this up at Barnes & Noble a few weeks back. Don and I love this movie and I decided it should be in our personal library. Plus, after living in this space for a few weeks, I discovered there was a DVD player. (It’s so small and compact that I mistakenly thought it was a modem!) So I’m all set for my day off.

Happy Sunday.

Filed Under: flowers, movies, On The Road 42 Comments

Thoughts on Wednesday

January 11, 2017 at 9:35 am by Claudia

• Of course. More flowers from Trader Joe’s, purchased on the way back to Hartford on Monday. I almost never have the amount of cut flowers in vases at the cottage that I have here. I would if Trader Joe’s was closer to our house. It’s an hour away from the cottage, but it happens to be just off the interstate that takes me to Hartford.

And there’s a Trader Joe’s just outside Hartford, as well.

Oh, and I count three Whole Foods within the greater Hartford area. Three. The nearest Whole Foods to the cottage? In Albany, the state capitol, which is over an hour away.

We really do live in the boonies. Whole Foods, I’m talking to you: Why not a Whole Foods in Poughkeepsie? It’s a college town. Just across the river is New Paltz – also a college town. There are a lot of people in my neck of the woods who eat healthily and would love to shop at a store such as yours. Please get on it.

• I took a picture of the chair that used to be my ‘blogging’ chair:

First time you’ve seen it without the ill-fitting slipcover.

Yes, duck tape, makeshift fabric covers intended to hide the stuffing that is escaping, a severely duck-taped cushion that cannot be shown without its cover. That’s why the slipcover (which I never really liked) was being used.

All that aside, look at the lines of this chair! The carved bun feet. I think it’s from the thirties or the forties. We bought it when we still lived in San Diego. It’s covered in a weird textured naugahyde-type fabric, but I love that mint green color. I know that getting it reupholstered would be very expensive, but you see, I don’t want to give it up! I really love it. It’s vintage. And wouldn’t this be the perfect chair for Don? He’s using the wood chair with the red-checked cushions right now, but really, it’s too small for him. This  is a Don chair. And it’s really comfortable. So, sometime this spring – most likely when Don is away in California, I think I’m going to get it reupholstered. They don’t make them like this anymore.

• Oh, President Obama. I watched your speech last night with tears in my eyes. And the stark difference between you and that man  could not have been clearer. One who is inclusive, who reaches out to others, whose focus in this speech, as in everything he has done while in office, is outward, is on us, not himself vs. a man who cannot get enough of the spotlight, who is a child and a petulant one at that, who lies, who continually brings the focus back to himself and how ‘great’ he is, who has never done anything to help others (and if he says he has, he’s lying), who is about as far from a man of substance, a statesman, as you can get.

You will be missed. With all my heart, I thank you for your eight years of service to your country. You have shown us dignity, compassion, humor, diligence, intelligence and brilliance. Not one speck of scandal in your career. Thank you. And a thank you to Michelle Obama, a role model for all of us, and to Joe Biden and Jill Biden. We shall not see your like again.

Happy Wednesday.

 

Filed Under: cottage, flowers, Obama 40 Comments

Flowers, Reading & Run-Throughs

January 6, 2017 at 9:54 am by Claudia

The afternoon sunlight was casting its glow on the flowers yesterday. Very photo-worthy. The flowers, by the way, that were purchased nearly three weeks ago and are still going strong. Alstroemeria: more bang for your buck, and very little in terms of bucks if you buy them at Trader Joe’s, than any other cut flower I can think of.

I woke up with a very stuffy head this morning. I’m not sure why. It did start to snow overnight, but very little has fallen. At 5:30 am some sort of heavy machinery woke me up (one of the drawbacks when you live downtown) and because I can’t always tell what time it is by the light that enters the apartment, I got up, looked at the clock in the kitchen, and promptly climbed back in bed. It took about an hour, but I finally went back to sleep, whereupon I was jolted from sleep at 8 am by a police siren. Ah, the joys of urban living!

Today is the very last day in the rehearsal room. We had a run-through yesterday and will have another one today. The Bollywood number is simply delightful. I was laughing and clapping and completely under its spell. My friend Peggy is the choreographer and she is simply amazing. So: another run-through today and then everyone and everything moves to the theater. Tomorrow will be what is called a spacing rehearsal, where the director goes through each scene and adjusts the positions of the actors on the set. This set, as do most, has levels – and buildings and doorways and docks and boats…so all of that has to be dealt with. On Sunday, tech will start.

Since I’m not needed tomorrow or even Sunday, I’ll go home tomorrow morning for a couple of days. I’ll return for Tuesday’s rehearsal, which will be a continuation of Sunday’s tech, starting wherever they left off on Sunday.

I’ve reached the halfway point in Believing the Lie.  That means I’m 300 pages in. It’s quite engrossing and I’m most definitely hooked. She’s a very, very good writer. I also pre-ordered (something I never do) the upcoming new release from Deborah Crombie, Garden of Lamentations, which comes out next month. I had a very modest credit with Amazon, so I applied it to the book and I only had to pay half of the hardcover price.

It’s Friday. My head is stuffy. I’m drinking my second cup of coffee. I’m writing to you. Soon, some oatmeal and then a shower, where I’m hoping the steam will clear out my congestion. Fingers crossed.

Happy Friday.

Filed Under: books, flowers, Hartford, On The Road, reading 26 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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