Yesterday found me searching for a copy of an old contract, which I ended up not finding. That search took me to my file cabinet in the office, long ignored, and I tossed tons of paper, documents, and old files that are no longer needed – that kind of thing.
But I did find something I’ve been searching for. I probably should wait to post this until our official anniversary, which is October 12th, but what the heck!
A photo of Don and me on the day we met, during our very first conversation:
There is Don, with an impressive tan (he’d just finished working on a play in Arizona). There’s the shirt he has worn on each consecutive July 4th, and only on July 4th.
We’d spent the day at our friend Kathy’s house at the beach. At this point in the day, it had become much cooler outside, so I threw on my BU sweatshirt. I’m not sure what’s on my jeans – looks like paint. That’s my dear friend Rick next to me. We worked together at BU, were hired at the same time to work in San Diego, and he still heads up the MFA program there. (We both found the loves of our lives right around the same time. Isn’t that lovely?)
There’s the photo date stamp in the lower right hand corner.
I didn’t know this photo existed until about 5 years later, when Jonathan McMurtry, a wonderful actor that we’ve known for years, put it in an envelope and left it in my mailbox at the Globe. Needless to say, we were thrilled that we had some documentation of the day that quite literally changed our lives.
Gosh, I was skinny in those days!
We’d been having a conversation about the fact that we were now in our forties and we couldn’t believe we were that old.
Oh, Don and Claudia! Now you look at this photo and think how young you were!
I’ll share it again on our anniversary. Promise.
Nancy asked for a photo of the zinnias. Here’s one. I’ll take more.
Today I counted 13 morning glory blooms. It’s a rainy Sunday, so I didn’t take a picture of them, but I do have more to share with you over the coming days.
Like this one.
We took a trail walk yesterday, where we saw our old friends munching on their dinner.
They’re shy. When they saw me, they turned their heads away from me. One of them is the mother, the other is the son. Aren’t they beautiful?
Rest in Peace to the great Edward Albee, a playwright who had an enormous influence on a young actress finding her way in the world of theater. I acted in his plays, I loved his words. I heard him speak during my time in Philadelphia and I’ll never forget that day. Bravo.
Happy Sunday.
