Things could be much worse. Not the most thrilling way to start a post or a week. Nonetheless, the town does not wake up to an Ultra-Right wing majority in City Hall this morning. If you don’t consider that good news, I guess you’re reading the wrong blog.
Moods and wind currents around me: choppy, contradictory. Add snappish, exalted, crestfallen, stunned, relieved. I’m pretending to maintain an even keel through it all. Calling it: pretending as truthfully as possible in trying circumstances. Not mentioned anywhere in Sanford Meisner as a desirable trait for an actor. But then, I’ve never claimed to be one.
For all I know, I may not be much of a fiction writer either. Which is neither here nor there on the scale of existential matters I need to consider right now.
Allez. I wish I could remember the name of the two clowns battling everything from stepladders to blankets. Straight on to the next hair-pulling moment (I’ve stopped pulling at mine because it doesn’t make it grow any thicker or any faster. Live and learn.)