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January 24, 2007

The Holiness of a Free Minute

No, I'm not trying to sell you a cell phone or a calling plan. I actually mean a free minute in the sense that it isn't required for a specific task.

Take this morning, for example. I actually slept well last night and was alert when the alarm went off, probably because the sun was already up and out. It's above freezing today, for the second day in a row, and there are blue skies. Anyhow, getting up was a good thing, my normal morning chores were easier than usual, I even had time to sit and read a brief scene that Dave wrote for a friend in the wee, small hours. (It made me cry, such a little gem of a piece; complete, mutifaceted and shining. I am married to the most generous man.)

I finally finished making my breakfast smoothie and checked the time: 8:45. So I have fifteen minutes to eat breakfast and--no, I don't have to be at school until 10. I have FORTY-FIVE minutes to eat breakfast and get ready for class. Sweet virgin olive oil, I've got an unexpected half hour. So I of course sat down here to post. I can't imagine a better choice than to while away thirty free minutes spending them with you.

Though I don't actually have anything to say...

AH.

I struck it rich on Monday, if, by rich you mean rich in hand-made, pretty, warm, yarn articles. Before rehearsal (which Dave also attended, he's co-producing the Theatre Department's New Works Festival, and By Design, his National 10-Minute Award-Winning Play is in it. You know, that last sentence got too confusing. I'm starting it over.) As I waited for Dave to be ready to leave for rehearsal, the postperson rang our doorbell--very late in the day for a delivery--and handed me a box of Christmas presents. From New York. (Thank you, Amy!) I got a toasty warm, exactly the right length scarf in orange and black--actually quite collegiate-looking, this scarf. I love it. And Dave got this awesome multi-colored knit hat. We wore them to rehearsal. Which was wise, because the theatre was freezing.

And then at rehearsal, the assistant stage manager for Death of a Salesman, who is also stage managing the one-act I'm in, gave me this gorgeous green and blue and purple, very thick afghan that she'd crocheted for me during the run. (What is the past tense of crochet? Anyone?) It's beautiful, it's soft, it's very warm, and the cats adore it. Imogen is sleeping on it right now.

Also during rehearsal, an Oscar-winning actress gave me a big hug and kissed me on the cheek. (I feel like a name-dropper. Ick.) She's doing a one-woman show as part of the New Works Festival, and we read all the plays on Monday night to get a sense of the run. I loved her reading. It was so fun to watch a working actor with that kind of experience explore a script. I told her so afterwards and received the big hug. Which was unexpected, but very sweet.

And now my extra half-hour has vanished into the pixels in front of you and I must scramble around getting props for a speech I just realized I'm giving in class today. Oops.

Posted by sally at January 24, 2007 08:56 AM

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