The soul has greater need of the ideal than the real for it is by the real that we exist, it is by the ideal that we live

Tuesday, January 11, 2011


With no work to do, since there's no work to be had.  And with nothing outside but snow snow snow, oh and single-digit temps, it's time to play!

So I borrowed a sled and I took the afternoon.  For just a little while I was a kid again. A determined and occasionally grim one, but a kid none the less.   I hadn't done that in over 20 years.

What possessed me to risk  life and limb without a thought for my health and safety for about 45 minutes of childish fun?  I have no idea.

I doubt I'll ever do it again, but it was quite the afternoon. 

I guess with no way to start rehearsals for my show I thought "what the hell."  Yesterday snow was falling like crazy and I canceled the read-thru.  Today the school is closed and I have no way to get in the building.  So I guess we start tomorrow.

I have my fingers crossed that the loss of the first two days of rehearsal won't put the actors off their stride.  It could, and then I'd have some obstacles I do not want.  But I've spent time in the classroom with at least one of them and I think it'll be fine.

Trying to re-imagine the set with the discovery that  our new lighting designer is apparently a whiz-kid with the projection.  I love the idea and I'm really looking forward to it.  My only concern is that enormous stage, no set, and two actors. 

It'll be fine.

And so it goes:

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