With Susan soon to be fitted with a cast for her broken foot, I walked with the boys--Frankie, Nat, and The Platters. Was surprised to see Susan on her bike--she refuses to allow a broken bone to prevent her from exercising--and we chatted for a bit.
After breakfast, I went over to interview Naomi for a short piece on her book, My Name Is Naomi: From Victim To Victory, for a short piece in The Breeze. Took several pictures of her holding the book.
From there, I zipped up to Manahawkin. I had lost one of my keys to the front door and had three made at Wal-Mart. Picked up a few items there and elsewhere, then stopped at B & B for fruit.
Oh, how lovely are the fruits of summer! I got watermelon, peaches, and blueberries, along with avocados for my salad, a large one of which I made when I got home. Ate that, then sat down and wrote the Naomi article. Must send it to her to check for errors, then to the paper.
Did a bunch of stuff on the computer, talked to Betty and a few others, and plowed some through the mountain of minutiae I should have done as soon as I got back from California.
Jumped in the shower, dressed, then picked up Aline and went to rehearsal. It was so enjoyable to be back preparing for a performance; however, I was taken aback to be told John P. hadn't yet contacted Tonya to let her know if he'd take the role of Ed. Promised to e-mail him this morning and just did.
Thursday, August 16, 2012
Wednesday, August 15, 2012
Show Biz
A fun, show-bizzy day. Carl H. picked me up at 10:40, then we got Joan C. and Barbara S. and drove to The Captain's Inn in Forked River. Lunch was delish: I had the broiled seafood and it was very tasty. Saw and talked to a lot of neighbors and friends.
We got to the theatre (actually the Barnegat High School auditorium) and settled in to see Gypsy and what a terrific show it was! It was so full of zest it almost lit up the stage. The performers sang and danced superbly and each one seemed perfect for his or her part. This is, of course, the story of stripper Gypsy Rose Lee and her formidable stage mother, fictionalized to a huge degree, I'm sure. Anyway, it was just terrific.
Didn't get home until 5:30 and after the big lunch, just had the rest of the mixed fruit and Greek yogurt for dinner. I had gotten a phone call from Larry just before I was picked up and meant to call him back, but didn't want to call at dinnertime, so will today. I had also picked up a copy of my friend, Naomi P.'s autobiographical book, My Name Is Naomi and made a date to interview her today for a short piece in The Breeze. (In my entire list of acquaintances, I don't think there's anyone who hasn't written, isn't writing, or doesn't intend to write, a book. Who in God's name reads these things, anyway?)
Picked up Aline at quarter of seven and went to the library to see Richard Somebody do Sinatra. It was fun although, even to my tin ear, he didn't sound much like Sinatra. I won a (real) rose for knowing that Dean Martin and Jerry Lewis started their joint careers at The 500 Club in Atlantic City.
Got home close to 9:00, indulged in my daily wine and popcorn ant turned in.
Got an e-mail from John asking members of the Players & Playwrights group to decide if we should meet on Friday, as the air show will be going on at the same time. Hope we don't and I've decided not to go anyway, as 800,000 people are expected and the roads will be jammed. Still haven't heard from John--and neither has Tonya--whether he'll accept the part of Ed in YCTIWY; hope so.
Rehearsal tonight, to which I'm looking forward.
We got to the theatre (actually the Barnegat High School auditorium) and settled in to see Gypsy and what a terrific show it was! It was so full of zest it almost lit up the stage. The performers sang and danced superbly and each one seemed perfect for his or her part. This is, of course, the story of stripper Gypsy Rose Lee and her formidable stage mother, fictionalized to a huge degree, I'm sure. Anyway, it was just terrific.
Didn't get home until 5:30 and after the big lunch, just had the rest of the mixed fruit and Greek yogurt for dinner. I had gotten a phone call from Larry just before I was picked up and meant to call him back, but didn't want to call at dinnertime, so will today. I had also picked up a copy of my friend, Naomi P.'s autobiographical book, My Name Is Naomi and made a date to interview her today for a short piece in The Breeze. (In my entire list of acquaintances, I don't think there's anyone who hasn't written, isn't writing, or doesn't intend to write, a book. Who in God's name reads these things, anyway?)
Picked up Aline at quarter of seven and went to the library to see Richard Somebody do Sinatra. It was fun although, even to my tin ear, he didn't sound much like Sinatra. I won a (real) rose for knowing that Dean Martin and Jerry Lewis started their joint careers at The 500 Club in Atlantic City.
Got home close to 9:00, indulged in my daily wine and popcorn ant turned in.
Got an e-mail from John asking members of the Players & Playwrights group to decide if we should meet on Friday, as the air show will be going on at the same time. Hope we don't and I've decided not to go anyway, as 800,000 people are expected and the roads will be jammed. Still haven't heard from John--and neither has Tonya--whether he'll accept the part of Ed in YCTIWY; hope so.
Rehearsal tonight, to which I'm looking forward.
Tuesday, August 14, 2012
Back to Usual
A settling back in day, of course. I unpacked, put things away (yes, I'm compulsive, so shoot me), and generally edged back into real life. Impulsively (yes, I'm impulsive, too--split personality) called sister Betty and we made a date to meet at Italian Gourmet for late lunch/early dinner at 3:00. Did so, and it worked out fine. I had a Cobb salad and, of course, an enjoyable visit with my sis, then went to Santori's and Shop-Rite. Got mixed fruit and plain Greek yogurt, which I had for a very light dinner.
In betweentime, I talked to Lee S. and Virgina H. about the September Breeze. We have a very early deadline this time and I doubt if I'll have anything in it, but no prob.
Suddenly realized that today, I'm going to lunch and then a matinee of Gypsy with the group that dare not say it's name. Called a few people, then Joan C., and will ride with her and two others.
Back to the usual: Will pick Susan up at 7:00 for our walk.
In betweentime, I talked to Lee S. and Virgina H. about the September Breeze. We have a very early deadline this time and I doubt if I'll have anything in it, but no prob.
Suddenly realized that today, I'm going to lunch and then a matinee of Gypsy with the group that dare not say it's name. Called a few people, then Joan C., and will ride with her and two others.
Back to the usual: Will pick Susan up at 7:00 for our walk.
Monday, August 13, 2012
Home Again
Home again, home again, jiggity jig.... Can't say I'm completely happy about that because I already miss my darling daughter. However, the other D.D. picked me up and we got back to her place quickly. Decided to drive home last night rather than stay over and did so. Stayed up for a bit with wine and pretzels and turned in.
Incredibly, I slept until the phone rang-at 10:15! I haven't slept that late since high school practically. It was son Mike and I got up, washed and dressed, and called him back on Skype. The whole family had been to the final soccer match at the Olympics (Mexico won), which cost $750, for cryin' out loud!
Now I must unpack, put things away, wash, tidy up, and generally get back to normal--darn!--after a wonderful vacation all planned and executed by my younger girl.
We did so very much more than I recorded, but I don't really want to go back over our adventures. As I think of them and remember, I'll mention here.
Incredibly, I slept until the phone rang-at 10:15! I haven't slept that late since high school practically. It was son Mike and I got up, washed and dressed, and called him back on Skype. The whole family had been to the final soccer match at the Olympics (Mexico won), which cost $750, for cryin' out loud!
Now I must unpack, put things away, wash, tidy up, and generally get back to normal--darn!--after a wonderful vacation all planned and executed by my younger girl.
We did so very much more than I recorded, but I don't really want to go back over our adventures. As I think of them and remember, I'll mention here.
Sunday, August 12, 2012
Going Home
Awoke at quarter of six before my alarm rang and I'm all packed and ready to go. We'll leave about 8:00, Ellen said, in order to be at LAX in time for my 11:00 flight. So sorry to be leaving; wish I could stay longer--well, that's redundant, isn't it?--but I do have things going on at home, notably rehearsal on Tuesday. Had such a lovely, lovely vacation, thanks to my darling daughter.
Saturday, August 11, 2012
Ventura Harbor
Simply have no time for a complete post. Back from the southern part yesterday and spent today at the Ventura Harbor, which--eat your heart out, San Diego--is a lot nicer than the SD one. Took a cruise around the harbor and the damn captain, to my horror, took us practically out to the middle of the Pacific to see seals on a buoy. We escaped with our lives, ate at a terrific French restaurant, then went to the movies and saw Hope Springs. It was--hmm...kind of awkward to see with one's daughter, but funny in spots and Streep and Jones were simply spot on.
Home tomorrow--sigh.
Home tomorrow--sigh.
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