Wednesday I had
lunch with Dwight and late in the afternoon, Dianne and DR came for champagne
and Indian take-away dinner. Although it
was dark and wet, the air was fragrant and warm.
I’ve had a
brilliant idea: I am going to apply for a second locker in the building so that
I can store my ladies there. The locker next to me is destroyed and unused so I
am optimistic. It would really be an ideal solution to my storage problem.
However, last
night entertaining two people with take-away and eating off my living room
coffee table went fine. It’s a huge change from the fancy dining I used to
offer guests, but it works. It was the right decision to get rid of my dining
room table for my dress project.
•
For roughly
eight months my concern with my condition was focused on stuttering. Suddenly
becoming a rather severe stutterer was a shock. For the first few months, I
kept thinking I would get better. Then there were months of doubt and then
acceptance.
But once I
stopped thinking about my speech, I started the same process — concern and hope
for relief, doubt and then acceptance — seems to be ahead of me as concerns my
inability to control my arms and my desire/ability to socialize.
The good news
seems to be that that will be the end of my adaptation; there are no other
lingering symptoms to accept.
I have another
year of therapy; five more months of weekly sessions and then seven months of
semi-monthly sessions. And then … and then …
•
Today has
dawned with bright clear skies. Finally we’ve a day off from the incessant
precipitation. The air comes from Hawaii and smells glorious—a fresh clean
Spring smell; having the windows opening and smelling the air is a treat.
•
A new Boca show is about to open — no wonder I
haven’t received any news about the residency competition. They must be
terribly busy. But reading about their micro series on The Straight website today, I realize how divergent my script is from
their company mandate of socially relevant theatre. I doubt my script will
interest them and that’s okay.
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