Mockingbird Hill Cottage

Mockingbird Hill Cottage

Wednesday

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Nothing much to report, my friends, but the fact that I’m working longish hours and loving the cast and this production.

Don messaged me this morning with pictures of a vintage looking timer for Stella. He’s so darned cute. Needless to say, it is now on its way to the cottage.

I did not watch the rally in Phoenix last night. I choose not to listen to that man. But I read most of the transcript this morning.

He’s unhinged. Words like this: “They’re trying to take away our history and our heritage.” are code for “white” history and heritage.

I will stop there except to say that there are not enough words in the English language to say how much I detest, loathe and abhor that man and everything he stands for.

Dear Robert Mueller: I know you’re coming for him. And I know you’ll get him. But, if you can speed it up a bit, a grateful nation would be most appreciative.

A glimpse at my place at the table in the rehearsal room.

Stella officially left Los Angeles yesterday and we’re tracking her journey. Fingers crossed she arrives on Friday or Don’s plans will have to be quickly changed. We’re donating our current stove to the Salvation Army.

Happy Wednesday.

Back On The Job

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And in the blink of an eye, I’m back in Hartford.

Well, not exactly the blink of an eye…when I realized that I had to make a few stops on my way back to Hartford, I decided to leave a bit earlier. I’d even considered driving back this morning, and I could have done that, but I knew I had to stop at Whole Foods and buy groceries and I have a 12:00 rehearsal call and, with the traffic on I-84, I knew I’d be pushing my luck.

So, I arrived here around 4:30. Too soon, considering I’d been happily ensconced at the cottage. But, duty calls. And I’ll be back there on Sunday night.

Sigh.

I think coming back to Hartford resonates more this time around since Don will be headed off to NYC before my time here ends and we’ve spent a fair amount of time apart this year. With the tour and next year’s extended time in NYC, we’ll be apart a great deal of the time. We’re grateful for our blessings but they don’t override the hardship of being separated.

Sigh again.

Anyway. That’s the way it is now and will be for a while. We’re working – both of us – and that’s always exciting and rewarding.

We were sitting on the porch yesterday, having coffee, and we started to talk about the fact that both the eclipse and our stove were starting their journey across the country at the same time. So, we grabbed our phones and started googling ‘goddess of the sun’ and ‘goddess of the moon’ and the word for ‘eclipse’ in other languages. Don reeled off more than a few but I interjected that if the name is so difficult for us to pronounce that we can’t remember it, it’s a no-go.

Finally, after about 10 minutes of this stuff, Don came up with Stella. We looked at each other and said “Yes, that’s it!” So, Stella, it is.

I bought these shoes in LaJolla and I haven’t worn them yet! The fabric looks rather like satin, so I’m not about to wear them when I’m slogging around our property. I tossed them in the car when I was packing up to return to Hartford. Today? Rain. But I’m going to wear them soon.

They make me happy.

Happy Tuesday.

Monday

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Weeding turned into a big job yesterday, as they had taken over big swaths of the garden beds, so that took up a great deal of my time. And then I weed whacked. So I didn’t get around to the de-greasing, which I’ll tackle today.

Look how tall our butterfly bush is!

And these coneflowers are so tall and top-heavy that I have to keep propping them up against the trellis. The gardens are still thriving but I can see subtle signs of autumn’s pending arrival. There are leaves on the porch and in the gardens – there was one in the birdbath yesterday that had turned orange. Yikes. I’m not ready for that yet. Summer is my favorite season now that I’ve been living and gardening here for almost 12 years. August 30th is the twelfth anniversary of our move to the cottage.

Our girl starts her journey today. The shipper is picking her up at Antique Stove Heaven. We’re very excited!

I’m debating whether to drive back tonight or tomorrow morning. I don’t technically have to be at rehearsal tomorrow, but I’ll certainly stop by for a while and watch as Darko stages the second part of the play. We have limited rehearsal time and I need to be there as much as possible. As I have to buy groceries, I’m thinking that driving back tonight is the better option. After all, I’ll be back home on Monday to (hopefully) see our girl in her new home.

We watched Holiday last night on TCM. I’d seen it before but Don hadn’t. Katherine Hepburn and Cary Grant – it doesn’t get much better than that!

Our new stove will be named Stella, by the way, in honor of her journey to us commencing on the same day as the eclipse. Stella means star and the sun is a star. And she will be the star of our home. We’re waiting for you, Stella!

All right, my friends, I have to go. I have much to do today. If you’re watching the Eclipse, have fun!

Happy Monday.

 

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