Saturday, July 12, 2008
Gorgeous SUmmer Day
...and the garden in the backyard of this lovely house we are renting is so restful,, green and lush...there is never a time when something surprising and lovely has not been in bloom...today, I noticed a startling new pure white gladiola that had burst forth right by the back door...amazing...this garden is constantly surprising! And the front yard is now laced with a jubilant chorus of orange-red gladiolas that look elegant and healthy, tall and slender. When the current rains have battered a few of them down, I simply cut them and pout them in vases...they are great and cheerful flowers.
I've a matinee of THE CURE FOR LOVE today and Peter has the evening Main Stage slot with EVITA....his "Che" is getting a lot of audience praise...and he is truly so good in this production. I am deeply grateful that he has had the chance to do this role that he has so long wanted to do, and that I was able to direct him in it....
The fresh strong coffee I am drinking is reviving my spirits.
I look forward to the day when I won't need coffee to make that happen.
There is a short and intense list of things I know I need to do that are good for me, and I am stubbornly avoiding doing any of them....this is occasionally typical of me: I will only do things that are bad for me, and I can only surmise from this puzzling behavior that I need to do these things in order to survive in some way (or at least I think I need to)....
The story of any one life is complex and to even pretend to understand it is arrogant.
Even one's own. Especially one's own.
While industries are built around the arrogance of pretending to understand and interpret others' lives: the media, the publishing industry, the celebrity industry, most of popular television, and the ages-old industry of backyard gossip!
As I get older, I actually understand that I know less and less. As the end draws nearer, the mysteries are the only things that seem clearer.
I imagine that leaving NYC has made a deep impression on my life, but I don't think I have even begun to come close to letting that information in...I've been too busy here to let this major life decision really do the things I know it will do to my emotions once I let it happen for real....because I have decided - i really have actually decided- not to return to that city...that city that I have lived in for 40 years! Probably the best indication of that was the decision to move our grand piano down here when we came.
I bought that gorgeous Yamaha shiny black baby grand for Paul and me when we bought the 890 co-op, many years ago, and it never occurred to me that it might actually leave there. But it has, and now it sits in the corner of our elegant living room here. Peter enjoys it. Playing it seems to relax him. It was worth moving it here for that alone.
But when we leave here, I will sell it before we ever have to put it on another truck.
A true cutting of one of the Past's ribbons.....one less tie to who I once was.
These are the sorts of things that are on my mind these days.
...on this gorgeous summer day.
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Evalyn, I adore you. Reading your blog again makes me realize how much I miss you and Peter. I hope you are both doing well. You sound very happy and at peace in Abingdon. I'm glad to hear that. Can't wait to see you guys, and your fabulous shows, in August!
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