It’s dark, cold
and snowing a blizzard. But starting tomorrow it is supposed to be sunny for
several days in a row and that is a delightful way to begin a new year.
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I went to a
small dinner party last night with people whom I have known a long time. I had
an exchange with one of them, whom I like a lot, that made me uncomfortable. No
one did anything wrong. However: He debates with emotion in his voice and I
don't care for that; I prefer debates—and I love
formal debating—to be properly neutral. I keep having experiences that make me
want to only socialize with long-time proven friends.
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I’ve sourced
some stuff for the apron and I’m starting to feel some enthusiasm for it. I’ve
been having trouble with this one because I felt compelled to do the text on
fabric—I like the look I got but fabric and paper don’t mix. Not in my world.
So the rest of the costume cannot be paper. Thankfully I’m okay with ribbon and
trimming materials like laces for my project and that is what I found today—ones
that please me.
The apron isn’t
an “oh look at that” piece. Its power is in the text that is magnified by the
context of the show.
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So far today,
the last day of the year, I have had two phone calls. One was from Bruce who
wanted to tell me that our mutual friend Alex had passed away in Puerto
Vallarta where he loved to spend every winter. Alex Bruce and Michael, three
single gay friends, have lived in separate apartments in the same building for
decades. I’m very sad for the two who are left.
The second call
was from Bev. We go way back—to high school in fact. And in college we were a
car pool with two other friends, Corinne and Donna. Donna, Bev and I were soul
mates, so Bev called today to tell me that Donna, too, had passed away. And not
only that, she was killed by her husband who had a psychotic episode and then
attempted suicide.
The world is
too much with me today. I am ready for the new year.