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September 14, 2005
How I Know Staying Was a Good Decision
Because Dave came home from rehearsal last night (he's dramaturg/prose massager for an adaptation of Moby Dick) and said, with a glow on his face that I haven't seen in ages, "I'm thinking about joining the percussion ensemble for the show."
I think he eventually decided against it because it would just take too much time, but he is that kind of excited about the work he's doing. This project was just sprung on him on Monday, when the director asked him to help with the rewrite because the script wasn't taut enough. So he's reading up on things and going to rehearsals and still doing the job and the graduate school thing, and he is alive.
Plus, he and the director are pretty much of an age, and they're getting to be good pals. I figured Dave and Paul would get on, they're both really intense and driven, and Dave just needed to get past the "Paul broke my wife" thing to see what a great guy and artist Paul is.
Meanwhile, I'm on the couch with a NASTY cold. I got to teach three classes yesterday feeling like my head was going to explode. Occasionally, my nose begins to run without ceasing and the only way to control it is to stuff a kleenex up the afflicted nostril. That makes for interesting teaching, let me tell you. However, 12-hour Sudafed has become my new best friend, so hopefully the tissue nose thing will stop now.
And I somehow have to get myself into shape for callbacks today at 3pm for the directing scenes. I was going to offer myself for one scene in each class, but I can't be animated for 3 hours today. The 1:30 class is just going to have to do without me.
Posted by sally at September 14, 2005 12:36 PM
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