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Room Service

Friday 8/7/09

 

We’re moving slowly today.  I was awake at 7:30 am but those people I travel with weren’t.  I ended up reading for a while (The Husband’s copy of The Fall of the House of Bush.)  My book is Suzanna Clarke’s A House in Fez about restoring a house in Morocco but I wasn’t in the mood to read about houses after visiting our friends sweet home last night, stepping into the life we might have been living if we had stayed in Seattle and continued the life we started when we bought our little house near Seattle U.  

 

After we got back to the hotel, My Kid was hungry (as she seems to be every 2 hours these days) so we took a short walk to Palace Kitchen, the Tom Douglas restaurant with the late-night kitchen we used to frequent when The Husband was started making decent money while we were still doing theatre at Annex.  So there were memories.

 

Now it’s after ten and we have ordered some room service because My Kid is hungry and The Husband and I are both on our laptops and not moving quickly at all.  

 

In preparation for the end of this leg of the vacation…The Husband is giving My Kid all her chargers (Nintendo DS et all) to put into her luggage because we’re going on to Montana for two weeks with the other grandparents and The Husband is going back to work.  Sigh.

 

Yeah!  A phone call from an old friend.  I’m going to have coffee today with someone I know from both Montana and Seattle!

 

The day is shaping up with plans for swimming and lunch and Seattle Center and more time with The Mother-In-Law.  But for now we are still in the hotel room content with cartoons on the TV and real live window washers on the office building across the street.

 

 

 

Went to Clown Lab…

I am always conflicted; playing with my child vs housework.  Writing vs performing.  Exercising vs volunteering at My Kid’s school.  Creativity vs getting a real job and on and on and on.  So it wasn’t out of character for me when Jef started to talk about being in the theatrical space, I caught my mind wandering and had to bring it back into the room three times.  The first time I realized I had gone off topic was when my mind came back into the room  after I learned that Saturday’s workshop is 3-6 instead of 11-2 as I had thought.  This lead to a working out of numerous scenarios for My Kid’s weekend schedule as I had made tentative  plans with another mother to take the kids to see a movie on Saturday afternoon.   The second time I lost concentration was when in the course of developing an improv I fell into a bit of a reverie about Bush falling through a trap-door at the swearing in ceremony and Obama coming down from the sky in an airline pilot’s uniform…  The third time my mind wandered away from the studio work at hand, I thought about a handbag I used to own and wondered if I could use any found object to develop a relationship with up to and including grief and loss and weather that would be a good clown piece for me to work up.  I’m tired and wide awake  from several cups of coffee and several cups of green tea and my mind is still full of meaning of life, good work, and competency vs heroism thoughts that arise from the safe landing of a disabled plane in the Hudson River and timely rescue of all the passengers by local boat crews and the preparations for the upcoming Obama Presidential Inauguration.  There’s a clown lab scheduled for Tuesday, but I will not go.  I already know that my head and my heart will be in Washington, DC where I would rather be at this historic time. I moved from Montana for a post-graduate job in my congressman’s office on Capitol Hill and  I auditioned for Ringling Bros and Barnum & Bailey Clown College  in the center ring of the arena between shows while the Circus played Washington DC. I hope to spend Tuesday evening drinking champagne  at home with my husband and watching the recap of the Inauguration Day on TV.