There is a certain freedom about posting on weekends. Not so many people come by here on weekends and I don't feel a need to get a post up by a certain time and today is exceedingly free because I don't have anywhere I have to be until tonight at seven when I need to be back at the Opera House.
Last night went very, very well. Kathleen and I hit all our licks, the avalanches were under control. Okay, there were a few paper-bag explosions that didn't really make the grade but come on- it's all Fake Believe.
This is what I looked like before I left the house. I wish you could really see that hat. It is a thing of beauty. I look old, don't I? Well- fuck it- I am.
The best part about last night's performance was the fact that our playmate who had gone to Pennsylvania to have his eye removed on Wednesday and who didn't get back to Tallahassee until four o'clock in the afternoon yesterday, was sitting in his seat with his costume on when the lights went up.
It was like magic. We had a Plan B ready in case he didn't make it- and who in their right mind would have surgery to remove a cancerous eye and the surrounding tissue on one day and then be onstage the next night?
Well, thankfully our dear man is not in his right mind and he claimed not to be in pain and had taken a TYLENOL before the performance, just in case he got a headache. A Tylenol. Not even an Ibuprofen.
Let me tell you how many hugs he got that night- oh wait- I can't count that high.
The only real misadventure came when Kathleen whacked the FUCK out of her little finger when she was hitting a cabbage head with a big stick. It reminded me of last year when I injured my foot during a performance. Read about that here (with a picture and everything) if you want to.
Anyway, after the cabbage whacking, Kathleen whispered to me, "I think I broke my finger," and there it was, already swelling up, but what can you do? Go on with the play. And she did.
What a trooper!
So that was last night and I got a phone message from Mr. Moon who sounded very happy. He's gotten a large buck and so I'm sure his joy is abounding and that in a year or two, there will be a new deer head on the wall in his den. It takes a very long time for those taxidermists to do their work. I don't know why, but it does. And I'm proud of him. I can't wait to hear the stories.
And this morning I slept in and it's another perfect fall day and so I took my camera around and snapped whatever took my fancy. I was inspired by Maggie May (and when aren't we inspired by Maggie May?) who did this post which was inspired by this blog.
Are you keeping all of this straight, oh you faithful and steadfast weekend readers? You ones and ones of my loves?
So here they are. The pictures I took this morning. Click to make big.
My porch and some of my ferns and sago palms.
A very small green lizard who fell on the tiny porch behind my office when I opened the screen door. He's okay. I promise.
From the mantel in my bedroom. May made the the beautiful Spanish lady doll. She even has underwear. I meant the doll, but May has underwear too. And Lily made me the tiny sock monkey doll a long, long time ago.
On the wall in the mud room. Nice colors, eh?
The loquats are blooming. The bees are in a frenzy.
The top of the kitchen hutch.
Treasures from Goodwill, treasures from El Marcado in Cozumel, old hand bags.
What I can see when I raise my eyes right now.
Okay. That's it. Run along. Go play. What did you have for breakfast? What are you eating for lunch? Have you kissed a baby? A chicken? Picked a flower, dreamed a dream, touched a lover, smoothed a pillow, drunk your coffee, checked the sky for cloud castles, yawned and stretched, washed the dishes in warm soapy water and then wrung the dishcloth out and hung it over the faucet? Been grateful for two eyes, two hands, two feet, ten fingers, ten toes, and a sweet, sweet heart?