Drama Queen
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What she said, and what she SAID.
Setup: At a bar. There’s Me, there’s She, and there’s He. He and She are engaged. He and I are talking alone for five minutes at the bar. She comes up to us from the table where She and His family are sitting. SHE: Hi there! Who the hell is this? ME: Hello. Hmmm. Is that a VIBE I’m getting? Can’t say I blame her. I’ll flash her the ring, put her at ease. Flash, flash. SHE: So what are you two talking about? I think I SAID who the hell is this?? HE: Oh, sweetie, this is RG. Her sister just went to her car for a costume piece…
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Miles
Slam. Shiver shiver, on with the heat, on with the lights. On with NPR, my morning companion. Click the seat belt, shift to Reverse, out the driveway. Ca chunk, ca chunk, the sound of the road under worn tires, while Carl Castle reports the state of the world in his distinctive, reassuring voice. Marketplace comes on, and I find out stock market performance and the latest merger from Guy Risdahl out in LA. It’s still dark. I sip my coffee slowly, make it last the drive, and mentally broadcast the imminent caffeine to my sleepy limbs: “It’s coming, it’s coming . . . “ Ca chunk ca chunk. Countryside gives way to trailer parks, a school, a gas…
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60 hours later . . .
Was that just Sunday, that I wrote that last blog? Well, Grace ain’t here no more. Grace has left the building, with Peace in tow, and Chaos and Rapid Resting Heart Rate have filled up their empty seats. Thus goes a Wednesday on a week when I am working on a show. Last night, one of the college students was having a funny conversation – a consummate actress in that (a) she’s got scads of talent, (b) she frequently skips rehearsal or is late due to hangover or hooking up, and (c) already knows that she can get away with this because she’s so good and we have no understudies. …
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Slice of My Life
Typical Weekday Schedule 6:15 am Alarm Rings. Snooze. 6:24 am Alarm Rings. Snooze. 6:33 am Alarm Rings. Snooze. 6:42 am Alarm Rings. Leap out of bed, upset with self for snoozing so many times AGAIN. Now have 18 minutes to get ready before should leave. 6:43 am Lay down on the couch for just *two* seconds before the shower, to get used to light being on. 6:50 am Groggily remove self from couch and stumble into shower. 6:58 am Robed, with towel on head, check closet for matching unwrinkled outfit. Prefer one that fits slightly enlarged post-holiday body without pinching. This means elastic. 6:59 am Discard first choice for…
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Snow Day
Oh my God, RG, wake up! What?!?! My pre-dawn sluggish heartbeat is suddenly racing, and I poke my showercapped head out of the hot shower into the cold bathroom air. It’s snowing! Oh. Here I come! He, in pjs and flip flops, and I, in bathrobe and slippers, step onto our little porch to see the snow. Neither of us grew up in particularly wintry places, so it’s still an Event when it snows. The flakes are fat, and collecting in airy drifts on the lawn and cars. This is the South, so most of the schools are closed today, and for a few moments I dream that I am…