I’m going over my new calendar and thinking about commitments.   My Kid will finally be taking a dance class again and is registered for indoor soccer.  I am considering some workshops and new projects for myself.

But, I have the same old New Years resolutions of wanting to do more exercising, more cooking, more cleaning, more volunteering, and more writing…

It is the season of my annual online search for MFA programs to which I do not apply.

It’s New Years Eve.  So much has been said about this decade that for lack of a better name is being called the post 9/11 decade. Remember Seattle’s public Millennium Celebrations that got cancelled because of a terrorist plot.  Remember the sight gag on late night TV, Seattle’s New Year’s Celebration as a few guys in an empty room sitting on folding chairs. In the year 2000 my beautiful daughter was born, one of those auspicious millennium dragon babies.  We bought a house in Seattle.  And then the tech boom ended.  And then we moved to New York.  And then 9/11 happened the week after we discovered the sphere fountain in the World Trade Center Plaza was a good place to take our toddler.  Lafayette Avenue Presbyterian Church Playgroup.  And then we went to Nebraska to introduce my baby to her great-grandparents.  And then there was the Anthrax scare so I didn’t send Christmas Cards from New York to let everyone know we we had moved.  And then my baby could talk. Music for Aardvarks.  And then my little girl went to preschool at the Dillon Center.   STREB  kid action with Fabio.  Shi Chi Go San.  And then my little girl went to pre-K in Manhattan.  And then my little girl went to Kindergarten in Brooklyn.   And then I spent two months on the jury for a murder trial.  And then my little girl was in 1st grade.  And then my little girl was in 2nd Grade. Shi Chi Go San.  First Holy Communion.  FIRST Lego League.  Brownie Girl Scouts.  And then my little girl was in 3rd grade. The Husband changed jobs four times in one year.  The New Economy.   AYSO Soccer.  And now my little girl is in 4th grade.  Barack Obama is the President of the United States.  And now it is turning into 2010.   We have a new hamster. Whoooosh!

Yeah!  Happy Happy nothing to prove.  Friend from Seattle who grew up in Montana–Hey!  I grew up in Montana.  No expectations.  Drink wine  Put ornaments on the Christmas tree  Eat dinner:)

Happy Happy Happy

Time for bed:)

The meeting started with a viewing on a laptop of some really great still photographs of women clowns on stage by a photographer who was there at the theater.

What was clear in the photographs is that we’re fascinating people every one of us and as a group we are amazing.

Creative process, generating material, and camaraderie were barely mentioned during the table discussion.  That’s what I like to talk about because that’s what I find fascinating.  But, no matter, those kinds of conversations too easily become wide-ranging and unruly.  We had a limited amount of time to cover the topics at hand so we talked about production tasks and rehearsal schedules.   I have new insight into how I will approach my work with this group next time.

Tasty savory crackers and yummy chocolate holiday treats gave the Clown Axioms postmortem discussion a holiday party feel.

President Obama made an important speech accepting the Nobel Prize for Peace today.

In my  own small life I wrote a blog post and went to a meeting with the clown troupe.

Well, first of all there was the 9 am soccer game with the trophy distribution picnic afterward…

The Husband, My Kid and I went up town to see  the matinee of Spacestation 1985 at the Tank Theater on 45th street because one of my friends was one of the puppeteers.

In the evening I went with my friend from Seattle to see Heidi Schreck’s play Creature at the Ohio Theater in Soho.  There was a party afterwards because it was closing night.  We stayed.  There were people to talk to and I had just enough to say to make small talk (about that show I was in at La MaMa last month) so I didn’t feel like I was just a mom…

I feel comfortable in theaters.

My child–who will get another participation trophy for playing AYSO soccer tomorrow morning, was dancing around the room with a plastic Oscar–from when we visited my sister who lives in LaLa Land right before the Academy Award Ceremony, and we saw the mall with the plastic covered Red Carpet ready for the pre-show and we touched the real red carpet through the holes in the plastic and we took our pictures next to the giant Oscar statues, and we went to the temporary Academy Awards Museum and got to hold and get photographed holding a real Oscar, and did you know the Kodak theatre is in a mall and the Red Carpet runs right past a California Pizza Kitchen?

OK so the frozen Trader Joe’s enchiladas with sides of corn, guacamole and corn chips went over SO MUCH BETTER than that REALLY HEALTHY dinner that other night.  Just sayin’.