Slab update: Whatever had melted or was in the process of melting froze again last night because the temperatures went down to the teens. Oh joy. So I’m going to get this post up quickly because I have to go outside and salt that damned thing.
And the extended forecast, which I realize could well change, is not very comforting on the snow front, starting with this coming Monday. I have to figure out what would be optimal in terms of a trip into the city. But not now because my brain is a bit too foggy.
Winter just seems to involve more: shoveling, salting, hacking away at ice, making sure the faucets drip if it gets too cold out there, hauling the humidifier from room to room, refilling it, putting on layers just to get the mail, boots on, boots off. It’s an energy sapper.
Okay. Enough kvetching.
The studios where Don is rehearsing are the same studios where I have worked many, many times. It’s fascinating to travel up and down in the elevator and have the doors open on another floor to find Hamilton in rehearsal, or Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, or Anastasia, or Hello, Dolly. You often share the elevator with famous people in the theater world; directors, actors, designers, composers. Elevators are the great equalizer. Everyone smiles and nods or says hello and then it’s silence until the lobby doors open. Last time I was there, Kevin Kline and I shared an elevator. Yesterday, Don shared an elevator with Glenda Jackson! I love that. Everyone is there for the same reason; to work, to rehearse and to create. And they all have to take the elevator, famous or not famous.
Rehearsals are going well; there are some changes to the script, which is to be expected, and the cast and creatives are all happy to be back together.
Now in a Guy Wolff pot.
Okay. I have to get out there and salt the darned ice slab.