So here's the most important thing learned today: "animalcavow"= animal coral. I talked to Audrey about it today and she told me it was because the animals were in the coral, and that was why she crossed her arms in front of her face (I assume to represent the crossed fences of a coral.
The three little pigs are AWESOME this week. The third pig, the youngest of the bunch, is off-book. And already making hilarious choices, like leaning on her hands and staring off into space when she says "Wow Bricks" while the rest of the pigs are fretting over the health of Red Riding Hood's grandmother. She gets that her character is kind of on her own page. This is her first Missoula show and she is having such a blast: I heard her say as she was leaving rehearsal today: "Today was the best day EVER." Also our first female Locksmith is a trip. She walks stiff-legged like a wooden soldier and degrades from chipper and obnoxious to frustrated and dejected. It's hysterical.
After rehearsal today Sam and I sat in Starbucks, finished our tour reports, and made some presenter calls. I never thought I would say this, but I can't wait to go to Nebraska. Our contact is SO organized and on top of things. Guess that's what happens when you've been a contact in a place for fourteen years. Plus planning fun things for us to do, and commanding the hotel staff to allow us access to everything there and bill her for it later. And according to last years tour report the hotel is gorgeous and has orchards.
We went to dinner tonight with my Mom's oldest cousin who has lived out here for 28 years now. He went to college in Boston and used to go stay with my mom's parents sometimes. He loved my grandparents and talking with him about them reminded me of how wonderful they really are. Especially my grandmother in her younger days. She's really deteriorated now and doesn't know me anymore, and sometimes it is hard to remember how wonderful she was, and how special my relationship was with her when I was a little girl. But I am starting to let myself do that. Once she stopped remembering me and I stopped visiting her it became easier. I prefer to just miss her and remember the woman who taught me to bake molasses cookies and roll the balls of cookie dough in sugar than to think of her as alive and ailing.
Also David looks just like his father Harvey. He had pictures of him in his wallet and the resemblance was uncanny. When I pulled into the parking lot at the school where we were meeting him to take us to dinner, I knew he was related to me. I guess somewhere in the back of my memory I can remember what his father looked like. I do remember meeting him. He is my grandmother's oldest brother: and she is the second youngest of eight!
It was great to see some family. Even though I am not very closely related to David, nor have I ever met him before, he treated me as though I were his own niece (by east coast terms, he is too young to be my grandfather) and we had known each other forever. Which is just what anyone in my family would do. I now remember why I have been so obsessed with knowing all of the correct terms for how many degrees removed all of my parents cousins and their children are from me: because they have always been in my life and always been family. And we're a family that takes our extended family very seriously. I can't begin to describe how fortunate I feel to come from such a wonderful background. David is going to come to the show on Friday and, since we have a Friday show and nothing to do on Saturday, we may make plans for then as well.
Sorry that this is kinda mushy and devoid of hilarious tales of children's antics. I am not feeling nearly as sentimental as this post.
2 comments:
David is your first cousin once removed.
i am aware of that mother. thank you.
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