The show went well last night, and I got to hug Kate and her daughter (who wasn’t so sure about being hugged by a stranger). I muffed a line … well, Captain Von Trapp muffed a line and I didn’t pick it up, but no one noticed.
And again, I loved it! I enjoy giving talks, and after I’m done I’m similarly jazzed, but I don’t look forward to it as much as I do to this. Probably because I get to be a different person.
Though frankly, Sister Krissie and Anne Stuart aren’t really me, you know. Well, anyone who reads here definitely knows it. That’s the public me, bouncy and charming, without a care in the world. It’s an easy role to slip into.
But I enjoy slipping into Sister Margaretta even more, playing with her lines, singing her songs. It’s just fun.
So the obituaries are done and have run in the newspapers. Here’s the link: http://tinyurl.com/cozff94 Next, figure out the arrangements and time for the graveside service. I suddenly realized that Richie could go and get another quote for the headstone, taking that off my plate. And I asked Cousin Emmie (Sister Sophia) to sound out her sister about hosting the after graveside gathering. Otherwise we can have it here, maybe, or rent a place. I’ll call my niece tonight. Work on the apartment.
Then, starting next week, just balance the writing with clearing the apartment and dealing with the strange sense of loss. Oh, and starting to pay more attention to healthy choices.
I haven’t gone crazy. There was one McDonald’s visit when there was no other choice and I was out of time and devastated. (On my way to the shrink). I was nibbling at the fruitcake at rehearsal yesterday before it hit me that it was a sweet (duh!). Eating too many goldfish because the kids eat them non-stop (it’s the official snack of our production). I bring one of those huge containers every night and they almost disappear. Hungry little Von Trapps.
But I haven’t been eating chips or sweets (I could have had peach cobbler made by Julia Child’s editor and the author of one of the 10 best cookbooks on 2009). I did eat her broccoli and divine pork.
So it won’t be too hard to get back on track. And my clothes are still loose on me, so I couldn’t have done that much damage.
We’ll know on Monday.
I’m being pretty boring, I know. Play and mother stuff, play and mother stuff. But really, that’s all my life is right now.
I loved hearing what you guys are doing. But I think the consensus, and I agree, is we change lives by being who we are. Doing what we do. Maybe that’s why I was surprised by hearing that my mother and sister changed lives. They didn’t set out to change lives or make a difference — they were both too wounded and self-protective to look outside themselves. But for a while Taffy worked the program (AA) and worked it well. And my mother, in passing on her writing knowledge, made a huge difference that she hadn’t expected to make.
So I guess we have to keep on being who we are, but remembering kindness and attention to others makes the world a better place. It’s probably up to the other people to change their own lives, take what they can from you and others.
Okay, that’s my great thought for the day. Now off to my mother’s to be depressed. I think I’ll play an audiobook to keep me distracted.