No News is Bad News

No news is bad news; with every passing minute, I find more reasons to be pessimistic about the decision I’m expecting today. (Tell the losers late Friday and get out of the office.) However, it’s gloriously sunny and Bruce is in his new home and there are a zillion interesting un-walked routes to him so I am going to take one of them today. Then I’ll come home for my dinner with Robin. I’ll be drowning my dismay with champagne.

Fortune Cookie Dress Finished

The best parts are the teen weeny stars on the bodice and
some of the cookies and chopsticks. They're impossibly small.

The fortune cookie dress is finished and the umbrella for the marble dress is also looking really good. The collection looks great. I really hope that, one way or another, the show is seen.

Good news: John and Bunny have offered to store some of them in their basement. I am so happy about that.

This is what I’m afraid of today:

Dear _____________,

Thank you for submitting to the Arts Club’s 2017 Summer Reading Program. Whereas we see merit in your play, _______title________, this year there were a lot of submissions and we had to make several difficult decisions including deferring on your play at this time. We wish you the best with your playwriting and with your script.

Sincerely,

Arts Club Theatre

Of course it could go the other way, but I found out yesterday that there are already seven new scripts in development at the Arts Club.

Besides expecting a decision about my play today, today is also the first day BC has a new NDP premier and the loathsome Christy Clark is out of office. Finally! And: Bruce moves this morning to Holy Family. I’m going to visit him this afternoon and check the place out. And tonight, I’m having a champagne-drinking date and then dinner with Robin at Provence.

Tomorrow?

Yesterday I finally got back to work on the fortune cookie dress. I added a backing to the bodice using nice red paper maché and I’m really happy with it. It’s much better now. And I’ve thought of decorative elements to add that I really like.

And the marbles hanging from the umbrella are truly fabulous! It’s put an already great dress right over-the-top. I love it. The marble dress is a key property like the defiant dress. It’s the only one seen in scene one.

There are lots of marbles to do and lots of fortune cookies to make so my evenings will be full — but not last night. Last night John and Bunny came over for my favourite thing: Late sunny afternoon champagne and then dinner out (at Provence).

When I was visiting Bruce yesterday, Bill arrived unexpectedly. He is a close friend of Bruce’s and half of the team deciding about my play. He said nothing about it and I didn’t ask. It killed me not to, too. He said he was going to his island home tomorrow morning. Presumably, then, their decisions about the new play series will be concluded today.

If I don’t hear tomorrow, I’ll assume the worst because when I did public programming the rule was to secure by contract the successful applicants before informing the unsuccessful ones. One way or another…. soon I’ll know.

That's Mr. Spaz to You

Jesus Mary and Joseph… My arms are acting normal. Is spasticity a part of my past like the seizures? God I hope so. My hands don’t clench and my wrists are not curling and there’s no myoclonic movement any more. It all has me wondering what role Bruce’s stroke had on me.

You should see how he looks at me, our Bruce. He has no idea what those big moist eyeballs do to me. We have an unbreakable bond now.

And it’s the same with Rob. My relationship with him has become incredibly intimate with the advent of his illness. Like Bruce and I, he is single.

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I’m terribly proud that I was able to get my iPad working. I got it several years ago and have never used it so I had a hell of a time finding the access code. Then I had to upgrade the apps and the operating system and remember how to use it. But in the end I successfully downloaded 92 podcasts for Bruce. I delivered it, fully loaded, in the afternoon.

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I’m writing a story that Dwight asked me to write and I’m really enjoying it. I may print it as an iBook with some illustrations and surprise him with a gift of it. He doesn’t know I’m doing it but he’s asked me to write it twice. It’s about a brother and sister I knew when I was a child.

I’m having lunch with him today. I so love the man, but now not just him. Now he’s part of my trinity with Rob and Bruce.

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This is a week without Dr. Shoja. I have just two more months of weekly sessions and then I start going semi-monthly for eight additional months. Then I am on my own and that both excites me and scares me to death.