Rain

 April 24, 2025

Rains came, a blessing for my plants and for the fires creeping across the mountains, eating up the trash left behind by Helene. Planted blue phlox, preparing to plant the annual seeds. 

Yellow trillium appears magically in my yard. Did I plant some long ago, and the vegetable cover is only just now light enough for it to emerge? Or a blessing from the gods for all my good works. 

Sudden artesian emergence of new dramatic writing. Everything is welcome. 

Too many rehearsals leading to too many performances in the next two months. Holy week was, in this sense, monstrous.  

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From email this AM:

WS-M <@gmail.com>

Wed, Apr 23, 7:31 PM (12 hours ago)

David, friend, I hope you are well! You and I had the pleasure of meeting circa 2019 in Los Angeles at the time that I was featuring as Piers Gaveston in a snippet from Edward the King in the LA Fringe Festival. At the time, I requested your blessing to adapt your incredible work into screenplay format, and you generously gave it. Now, I find myself on the east coast and I think I found the perfect director. However, after the pandemic and two or three moves across state lines, I no longer have the original script. May I kindly ask for you send me another copy? Whether via email, or I can give you my physical address? I would love to continue promoting your amazing work.

P.S., I am in the process of helping to produce WorldPride 2025 Washington, D.C., where there will be a theatre micro-festival as one of our partner events – i.e., Gay for D.C. Theatre.

Big hugs,

WS-M

Birds nesting in my garden, or using it for a primary feeding ground, include blue jays, brown thrashers, gold finches, mockingbirds, towhees, Carolina wrens, robins mourning doves, red-bellied woodpeckers. I’d despaired of catbirds, until a pair appeared yesterday.