I’m in Raleigh, N.C. I came down on Wednesday for my niece’s graduation. 12th in her class. Usually I have free time when I visit family, even around an event, and that has not been the case on this trip. It’s been fun. In a constant, total immersion sort of way.
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For the first time since Halloween, I left the city for non-work reasons. Rob and I took a ride on his motorcycle up to a little town on the Hudson. So cute and so many antique stores. We didn’t buy anything, but it was so nice to have the leisure to just poke into shops and look at things.
Having the hour on the back of the motorcycle to just think and look at trees — and three deer, geese, a wild turkey and her chicks — was incredibly relaxing. I sorted out a story problem that had been stopping me from moving forward in a scene. I knew what the character needed to do, but her motivation for doing it made no sense. Now I’ve got one that does.
When we got back, I did some work on various not-interesting-to-talk-about projects and moved on to outing two. Alaya and I had a writing date. Now, I think we spent half the time writing and half the time chatting. When we’ve had writing dates before, our ratio has been better, but I haven’t seen her in months and we had much catching up to do. It’s bad when the only time you see a local friend is at conventions.
Now, I’m doing layout and feeling cranky about it.
How was your day?
As the shows I’m working on wind down, and I get various project turned in, I’m seeing snippets of free time appear. I look at them somewhat askance, but I think I might see some more of them. Theater season does wind down in the summer. I think I’ll actually be able to catch up on my journal.
But I’ve been having this weird thing happening lately, since I’ve been too busy to actually sit down and write a journal post but I still have ideas for them, I wind up composing them in my head on the way from point A to point B. Then, by the time I finally have time to write (like now) can’t remember what I’ve written about and what I’ve merely thought about writing about.
So, if I’ve mentioned something in passing and you want me to expand on it, please ask.
I got up this morning and didn’t know what to do with myself. I had nothing on the calendar.
That’s not to say that I didn’t have work to do, but I didn’t have to be anywhere. It was odd to stay home all day. I kept feeling like I’d forgotten something. That’s all right though, the rest of the week should make up for that.
Since my plans with the folks were out, I decided to throw an impromptu party. I was figuring it would be a small turnout, you know, what with last minute notice for a Friday night. To my pleasant surprise, close to twenty people came round. We opened some interesting wines, had hors d’ouerves, ordered Chinese. Oh and cake.
AND a friend from Iceland was in town on business. A mutual friend told her about the party and brought her along to surprise me. Such happiness!
Mom and Dad called today too. Dad sounds like he’s in good spirits. On the other hand, I could clearly hear that they made the right choice to stay in Tennessee.
I also got a package from Mom and Pop K in the mail which contained, among other goodies, some of her world-famous cookies. Mmm… I’m not sharing those. Which reminds me that I have to hide them from Rob.
And I also got a Konjoined Kitty, lovingly created by Michael Schupbach. This is very cool, not only because it is adorable, but because I got to see him work through the process of developing the idea, creating it and now he’s marketing them. And I have one of my very own. Soft, cute and disturbing. What more could you ask for in a pillow/toy?
Friday I had a meeting about a show I’m going to do set design for — one that does not involve any body parts at all — and then… then I had nothing on my calendar. I staggered for a bit, feeling like I had to race somewhere or do something but I didn’t.
I took the subway home, where my fabulous husband had dinner waiting. I spent some time getting work done that’s been pending at home and rediscovered the surface of my desk. It is brown and wood. Who knew?
Saturday, well, suffice to say that Saturday was lovely and is private. It has been a good six years.
Then today we rode the motorcycle up to D– and J–‘s home from their son’s second birthday party. It was good seeing them both. I hadn’t seen D– since the show we’d worked on in Iceland. My heavens. Their son was still in-arms last time I saw him and he’s a tyke now. Plus! They had a puppet show there, which was performed by our mutual friend Steve Widerman, of The Puppet Company. Great seeing him.
We headed from there to Katonah to visit the L– family. They let us store Rob’s motorcycle in their garage and, as a bonus, we get to spend time visiting. Tonight I introduced them to hot toddies and may have made converts.
If you don’t know, a hot toddy is the best cold weather beverage ever invented. Unless you don’t drink, in which case I’ll argue for hot apple cider.
We just returned from those outings. Heavens. I feel like a real human being.
Edited to add, per request:
1 shot of bourbon, whiskey or scotch
1/2 tablespoon honey
1 1/2 tablespoons fresh lemon juice
Fill the rest of the cup with boiling-hot water
There are many variations and I make no claims that this one is The Genuine hot toddy, but it’s the one I like. Tweak to your hearts content; I like mine on the tart side, so I tend to keep the lemon juice ration high.
We’re done at four o’clock today. I’m in shock. I don’t know what I’ll do, besides return phone calls from all the people I’ve been ignoring for the past month.