Day 1. No, 2. December 4th, 2014
Alright, it’s the morning of the 2nd day and I haven’t blogged yet. Things got away from me. Like turning 60 on the 2nd. Like during the drive up with Jackson and Richard finding out that dear Jennifer Chang, one of our invited directors, 34 weeks pregnant, had begun having Braxton Hicks contractions and her doctor submitting a no fly order. Like my mind not able to shut off thinking about all that had to be done, trying its best to be organized, then dissolving me into incoherent, incomplete sentences and utterings. Ugh.
But it’s a new morning! Chilly, bracing, beautiful. As I write this a little snow flurry has snow globed the view out the windows. Chickadees are digging into the new suet at the bird feeder. Simeon Cook, our cook for these first 2 days, just dropped off a big breakfast basket of homemade yogurt, granola, late harvest apples, jarred raspberries. Richard and I just came over from Robert and Lenice’s, our mile or so away “neighbors” who are putting us up for these 2 weeks, and stoked the fire here, got the coffee going. After a day of travel, our directors – Kym Moore, Elena Araoz, and Diane Rodriguez – are holed away in their various bedrooms, catching up on sleep, writing. The first session is at 10 am with a reading of Diane Rodriguez’s project. Richard and I may pitch to help read some of the parts.
Travel went well yesterday. I picked up both Elena and Diane in Hanover and Lebanon, both coming in on Dartmouth Coach, Elena from New York, Diane from Logan Airport where she’d flown in from LA. Kym Moore drove up from Providence RI and kept musing what she was getting into as the “Moose Crossing” signs appeared and the dirt road drive from the main road to our place wended on forever deeper into “wilderness.” Then dinner time. 9 pm. Glasses of wine. A sumptuous feast of Simeon’s extraordinary chicken pot pies, cooked kale with cider, salad, a HUGE apple crisp and homemade whipped cream. And the conversations, getting to know one another, laughter, gratitude for being together. Wonderful varied talk of the fierceness of young Brown University actors, of the exodus of actors and dancers and visual artists to Detroit and New Orleans and Omaha (Omaha?!), of projects past and future, of dreams and vitality and renewal. After feeling a bit spent with preparation for these weeks it was the rejuvenation I had hoped for.
Coffee now with Elena and Jackson and Richard around the kitchen wood fire. 9 am. Our home is very happy. Fuller Road, you have begun.
Alright, it’s the morning of the 2nd day and I haven’t blogged yet. Things got away from me. Like turning 60 on the 2nd. Like during the drive up with Jackson and Richard finding out that dear Jennifer Chang, one of our invited directors, 34 weeks pregnant, had begun having Braxton Hicks contractions and her doctor submitting a no fly order. Like my mind not able to shut off thinking about all that had to be done, trying its best to be organized, then dissolving me into incoherent, incomplete sentences and utterings. Ugh.
But it’s a new morning! Chilly, bracing, beautiful. As I write this a little snow flurry has snow globed the view out the windows. Chickadees are digging into the new suet at the bird feeder. Simeon Cook, our cook for these first 2 days, just dropped off a big breakfast basket of homemade yogurt, granola, late harvest apples, jarred raspberries. Richard and I just came over from Robert and Lenice’s, our mile or so away “neighbors” who are putting us up for these 2 weeks, and stoked the fire here, got the coffee going. After a day of travel, our directors – Kym Moore, Elena Araoz, and Diane Rodriguez – are holed away in their various bedrooms, catching up on sleep, writing. The first session is at 10 am with a reading of Diane Rodriguez’s project. Richard and I may pitch to help read some of the parts.
Travel went well yesterday. I picked up both Elena and Diane in Hanover and Lebanon, both coming in on Dartmouth Coach, Elena from New York, Diane from Logan Airport where she’d flown in from LA. Kym Moore drove up from Providence RI and kept musing what she was getting into as the “Moose Crossing” signs appeared and the dirt road drive from the main road to our place wended on forever deeper into “wilderness.” Then dinner time. 9 pm. Glasses of wine. A sumptuous feast of Simeon’s extraordinary chicken pot pies, cooked kale with cider, salad, a HUGE apple crisp and homemade whipped cream. And the conversations, getting to know one another, laughter, gratitude for being together. Wonderful varied talk of the fierceness of young Brown University actors, of the exodus of actors and dancers and visual artists to Detroit and New Orleans and Omaha (Omaha?!), of projects past and future, of dreams and vitality and renewal. After feeling a bit spent with preparation for these weeks it was the rejuvenation I had hoped for.
Coffee now with Elena and Jackson and Richard around the kitchen wood fire. 9 am. Our home is very happy. Fuller Road, you have begun.
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