Today Hudson
comes to stay. He is thirteen and he’s the third generation of a family I seconded
myself to decades ago.
Chris is the
paterfamilias. I discovered him working for my father. He was a construction
worker doing typesetting type for my Dad, so when I got a grant to design and
build the theatre at Presentation House in North Vancouver, I hired him away
from Dad.
Then through
him, I met Frani, his wife, Jessica, his daughter, and Jake, his brand newborn
son. I adored Jake and couldn’t stand Jessica.
As Jessica grew
so did my love for her. Soon, she was like a surrogate daughter for me. There
is absolutely nothing between us. I adore her. She comes to stay often, as do
her parents.
Generation
three, Hudson, arrives around 10:30. I am taking him to award-winning Ancora restaurant for dinner and today,
he will help me with my costumes. (I cannot add the pearl footing on the dress
without help.) And tonight is a sleep over. I cherish these moments in my life.
•
Christine is
chugging away at the TED pitch and she’s proposing that we pitch my speech to
two other organizations. I’ve told them
that I need a companion at any event for which they line me up to speak and that
I’d welcome coaching on the integrity of my speech and delivery. There are five
on the team and the team is pitching to three organizations.
•
I’ve decided I
have to write a “purpose paper” on my play. I have to articulate a worthy
objective so that I can be certain that it is not about merely getting
attention.
The challenge
right now is to write an explanation as to why the dresses — the essential
central properties of the play — are made of paper. Think about it.
No comments:
Post a Comment