Nearby, a car
with a particularly irritating car alarm has been going on and on and one for
fifteen years minutes. It's six AM. It moves my mind to vandalism and murder; I turn up my music in defence.
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I went to
J&B’s for dinner last night. I took a nice big bottle of Veuve and spent the entire night talking completely normally —
well, all except for the first ten minutes. Honestly: It makes me wonder why I
am spending the big bucks to go to these new speech therapists because after
last night it feels like I don't have a problem.
But then … the
problem is back again this morning. So: Instead of pills, if I could just keep
a friend with me all the time I’d be fine.
It isn’t a
speech problem; it’s a psychological problem. But then I knew that. And I think
that the speech therapists I am going to know that too. Anyway: I’ll find out
soon.
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It’s snowing
again and the next week is predicted to be ideal for working on my dresses:
Cold and wet.
I have learned
to focus on today — on doing the dress in hand and to not think about the rest
of the show and the script. When I think of the big picture it’s harder to
work; the big picture is daunting. I must just focus on getting the
dress-of-the-moment done.
Although it was
sunny, I spent Christmas day indoors making leaves and working on the bodice of
the wheat dress. I still like how it is looking.
I watched
Disney’s The Jungle Book because I
adored that story as a kid. And then I watched the celebration of Shakespeare
staged by the Royal Shakespeare Company. It was a spectacular and moving tribute
and the performances by all the actors were delicious.
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