“The Visit” was
overwhelming. I was thrilled by Ivan and Peter’s reception but the anxiety
their visit produced ravaged me. I was in migraine hell as soon as they left
and in bed by eight.
Peter is a new
friend. It was his idea to invite Ivan to see my dresses. He called Ivan and
told him about me and that I’d be calling him. Then he called me to tell me
what he’d done and to call Ivan. I felt trapped. I had to call Ivan and ask him
over.
I truly thought
Ivan would be polite but wondering why he was here. My dresses are not real; they
are crazy creations made of wheat and plastic plates and so on. But he loved
them, bless his kind heart. He was so enthusiastic and full of ideas of how
people should see them — offering to host/present me at places he goes and to
produce my play. What a guy.
I told him
about Boca and that I would wait to
see what happened with them before I made any decisions, but his enthusiasm for
my work has given me hope that Boca,
too, might be impressed. And it’s encouraging to get such praise.
Anyway … that’s
over and I’m glad. I have several days ahead without any appointments. I feel
like I need a month of solitude to recover from yesterday.
I’m going
happily back to work on the doily dress. (Sigh of relief.)
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