Maybe the carp in yesterday’s blog belongs in another story. Or – oh wait a minute – carp. The humongous ones from the Danube, that make the Loch Ness monster look like a rubber toy. The humongous ones do not make good carp dishes. Not the ones I’ve tasted anyway. Their flesh dissolved in the stew, had an unpleasant aftertaste, and the thing wasn’t even full-grown yet.
Story will have to be interrupted for a few hours today. The purpose of the visit to the family is filled with good intentions and all. But considering I’m still on unpaid holiday and considering the garrulousness of the person I’m to accompany, my enthusiasm for good works is at the low-end of the scale. C’est la vie. At least I’ve learned a bit about a character whose sudden appearance made no sense before I learned more about her. It makes even less sense now, but in a good way.
About half of the furniture painting done. Finished Hagen’s Respect for Acting last night. So very different from Meisner’s approach. Much more hands on for one – Meisner had stopped acting to devote himself to teaching. Plus what I have to qualify as feminine in its focus on objects – their handling, their layout, their emotional charge. Plus multi-tasking – how the actor can best convey what his role calls for while dealing with an onslaught of sensations and the need to respond to them.
Voilà for now. Plus a blessed if short-lived moment this morning when I stopped worrying about the various story lines reaching some meaningful and exhilarating aggregate.