When The Rain Washes You Clean You'll Know
Yes, decided lack of blogging these past few days. Frankly, things have been kind of slow up here, what with Summer making a hasty rush for the exit, like a diner skipping out on the bill, even as Fall, all wet and cool and gray, slips into the still-warm chair at the now unoccupied table, and sits patiently as the angry waitress clears off the remains of a meal that's coming out of her paycheck.
I suppose I could have written about some of the minutia: the rather uneventful board meeting last Saturday; or, the send-off party for one of the actors who is leaving the show a week early, wherein I discovered one of the other actresses is an alum of my high school, and in fact grew up just a few blocks from where my Grandmother used to live; or, the cleaning frenzy this past weekend that included finally removing the cat accoutrements that I've been reluctant to deal with since Jenny passed a mere two weeks ago.
That was really the hardest thing I've had to deal with recently: cleaning everything out, the water bowls, food dish, litter box, then setting them outside and letting the rain wash away the last of their contents. I vaccuumed and dusted, and swept and mopped, but there's still little vestiges of presence left in the hard-to-reach corners and under the bed, and will be for some time. I admit, I just didn't want to begin the process of removing those bits of hair and fuzz and dander - the last shreds of physical evidence that something other than myself once occupied this space. But, at some point you have to move on, move forward, let it go, sweep it clean. And doing it on a wet, but still relatively warm day seemed fitting.
Little-by-little things change, normalcy returns by incremental degrees.
Things will pick up next week surely, with the start of rehearsals; right now, I'm just waiting for a completed draft of the script so that I can start distributing it to my cast and production crew. It's promised for sometime this week, although I get a little more nervous with each passing day; there's so much I need to do: scheduling rehearsal blocks, solidifying design elements, getting marketing and publicity materials going, etc., etc., that can't really be accomplished without the most basic unit of measure - the script. But, I know it's coming, I just have to trust my playwright to get it turned in, hopefully, with enough lead-time to get it out to everyone who needs it before our first meeting Monday night.
Labels: Annex, cats, Plays, Rehearsals, Weather
on 11:10 AM