Dreams of Snakes and Rabbits and Music

Dreams of last night (very vivid):

I was in some kind of Survivor show, but it seemed like a goofy one. There was something British about it (no offense to the Brits, it just wasn't gung-ho Americana machoism). We had to climb past or kind or go through a next of baby snakes. They were all pinkisn and had very big teeth. The word Cobra went through my mind.

I picked one up, a pink-ish one, and it bit me on the wrist and arm and it hurt like hell.

I left there and somehow joined a group of amateur musicians. We all played recorders, and I was first chair, and my recorder was shaped like a soft, stuffed rabbit. Another musician, a man, had one that looked like it was made of wooden blocks, and they kept kind of coming apart. I couldn't play at at all - really, not at all - so I was worried that I was in the leading chair, but no one seemed to care. We all tried to make a note or two for about an hour, then called it quits for the day and they all said 'See you Tomorrow!' - it was all very jolly.




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back to work...

I haven't been here in a while. A long while.

But even though it looks like February outside at the moment, spring seems to be working its way into my mind. And my energy.

I saw two shows yesterday - the first with Finn: the Sichuan Opera, presenting Monkey King & the Flaming Mountain, at the last Giant Magnet. Acrobatic wonders, face-changing (which was AMAZING) - just extraordinary performers. Their very fingers were eloquent - they had so much control over their bodies, it was unbelievable.

Second show: Patton Oswalt at the Moore, 9:30 show, with Kenny. Kenny! My husband - OUT of the house, not only at night - for a 9:30 show. Crazy. For anyone who knows me (and really, who else would be reading this) - this is insane. It was like we'd been magically transported to 2003, pre-parenthood, pre-pregnancy - wow.

And the show was awesome. Just awesome - I have not laughed so hard in years, I don't think. Another masterful performer - he was perfect. And he made it look so easy.

And everyone at the Moore was so damn nice! I met a great lady at the door, while Kenny was parking - I told her I'd won our tickets by re-tweeting something and she pulled out an iPod touch and started following me and we talked and talked. The guy at the snack bar made us wait for popcorn until the new stuff was popped, so it would be good and not old and stale - and I watched him give another woman the old, stale stuff. And then we saw Teddy. My old friend, house manager of STG. Looking and sounding wonderful, just the same as ever. All this before the show!

The Moore.

If all goes well, I might get to be on that stage come August - See Me Naked, during the WAA Conference.

Please, gods and goddesses - I really really really want to do that.

Amen.


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A big smile and two big ears - that seems to be me.

I got to write this weekend, for 14/48. What a gift - to write, to have the impetus of a deadline, to remember how to flex those muscles. And 2011 will hold See Me Naked, and by golly I'm gonna write more.

I'd like to write now, but it's 7:33pm, and my husband is talking to me, and my son is talking to me, and I love them both - and I guess I could just transcribe what they're saying because I certainly cannot hear myself think.

Sometimes they talk and talk and talk to me, they can see me typing, but it's like the laptop doesn't exist for them. Sometimes I think I just appear to be one gigantic ear. Two gigantic ears, ready to listen to them forever. Maybe I'm smiling in their imagination - a big smile and two big ears. That's me, that's the mom and the wife.

I need my own goddamn house.


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