December 16, 2013

Full Sunday. Played St. Nicholas in the morning to the usual overflowing house. Cantaria open dress in the afternoon was, I think, the most successful dress rehearsal we’ve ever had, maybe BECAUSE there was an audience. We’re better in front of an audience then we ever have reason to expect. My phlegmy throat affected things less than I had feared. Chili at Avenue M with the usual crowd expanded by convivial strangers. I give it full marks. I was happy. Though my feet hurt. I expect there’s going to be a “though” from now on.

Read online about the possibility of transplanting peonies. It’s yes. One great anxiety taken away.

I’ve been telling people I’ve lived in this house for 18 years or so, but then I remembered that Jocasta lived here all her life, and she died at 20. Glanced through old journals to discover I moved into 62 Lakeshore on April 1, 1989. Twenty four years. Dear God. Longer than anywhere else, by far. To break that record now defies plausibility

I’ve been telling people I’ve lived in this house for 18 years or so, but then I remembered that Jocasta lived here all her life, and she died at 20. Glanced through old journals to discover I moved into 62 Lakeshore on April 1, 1989. Twenty four years. Dear God. Longer than anywhere else, by far. To break that record now defies plausibility