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The kids were discussing the behavior of 17 year olds, or high school seniors, or something.
Alice (age 16): “I’m going to rise above all that.”
Opal (age 13): “How are you going to rise above anything when you’re so short?”
Alice: “….mentally!”
I have some work hanging in a show curated by Roger Hayes, the venue is the Cannon Beach Arts Association.
(here is a larger view.)
Alice at the opening.
My good friend Sally Lackaff, standing in front of one of Roger’s paintings.
Roger is brilliant, and I was honored that I was invited to be a part of this show.
It is a beautiful sunny day here at the mouth of the Mighty Big river.
reserved for fickle bloggers, I know.
I have been completely and totally away from the internet for months. It has been fine, but I am ready to be back.
I have a camera again, after selling my hot shit Canon SLR to Mark who takes some really good photos.
I will take up where I left off:
Yesterday I went out to Mark’s, ie, the country house, and did some gardening. He has reworked the boundaries of the garden and I can’t tell you what a good thing that is. Sometimes it is difficult for me to delineate clear boundaries. I finally got the daylilies in the ground, planted to naturalize on the orchard hillside.
They are edible, you know! My goal is to plant edible beauties that will thrive without a lot of my attention. Come to think of it, that is my parenting goal as well. Minus the edibility part…
The girls, the girls. I came driving down the street last night, home from my day in the country, and I passed them sitting in a neighbor’s yard, getting ready to film a short movie. Alice payed the villain, Opal the victim. (Of course.) The villainy involved most of the contents of a bottle of organic ketchup, and they dragged in around 10, Opal soaked and smelly. It reminds me of when I was 9 and played the part of Astyanax (Hector’s son) in Sartre’s Trojan Women. The first night of performance it was decided that ketchup should equal blood, and when I got home my mother was royally pissed off at the mess. So I had to chuckle last night…. Of course I wasn’t mad at all, but it was hard to get Opal out of bed this morning.
Goal for today: update sidebars.
A couple highlights, on this grey fall day. The chill is setting in, and I can feel October in the air, especially in this town of my childhood. I live in the same neighborhood as I did when I was 12, 13, and a rough time it was, too, but nevertheless, there are deep memories, and I relish them.
So, the goings-on. Today I am attending a workshop “based on the physical improvisation training developed by Polish theater director Jerzy Grotowski.” I was so excited to come across the flyer! This is right up my alley for this time in my life that contains so much improvisation. Dance as well! I am signed up for two dance classes, although I missed them last week. :( Beginning ballet, and hip-hop/jazz. Walking, too, is almost a daily activity. If it weren’t for all the beer I drink at work, I would be a bit thinner.
And the second item of note relates to improv as well. There is a once-a-week open mike, except without the mike, at the local bread collective/bakery (every town should have one!) I try to attend regularly, although I don’t ever sing. At the very least, I get to listen to my good friend Paul Hoskin play his contra-bass clarinet. This last week, at Paul’s suggestion, Opal brought her bells, which are the same as a glockenspiel(?), and she did an improvisational performance. It had some fine moments. At the end of the evening, all the musicians played together, including O. She says as we drove away, “We could start a band!” Needless to say, we will return to the Blue Scorcher bakery next Thursday.
I am headed out to the country tonight; I should be bringing back photo-enabling technological devices. I have new memory rings, courtesy of Courtney. Finally I can remember things again.
