We had our Manbites Dog Theater board meeting from 11:00 - 1:00. Everyone was able to attend, except Alice, who had a church function she needed to be at today.
I stepped up to take over scheduling future board meetings and to help in doing some "task tracking" of action items resulting in future meetings. It's the least I can do, since my hope and intent to contribute in the area of grant-seeking and great-writing has been a dismal failure.
Jeff went over the schedule that's been decided on for the 2009 - 2010 season, and as usual, most of the work chosen seems compelling to me, and I look forward to seeing them.
At 5:30, I lay down for a nap, setting my alarm for 8:00 thinking I'd never nap that long, but certainly wanting to be awakened if I did.
I woke up at 7:00 and debated as to whether I'd be able to go back to sleep or if I should just get up and catch the 7:45 bus instead of the 8:15. It would be good to get started earlier today, as I needed to leave work a little bit earlier to pick up Robert at the airport.
I got up, looked out the window and thought that the way the sun was shining across the parking lot looked unique, interesting, this morning.
Halfway through my shower, it dawned on me that what was different about the way the sun was shining was that it was from the opposite direction. It was actually 7PM Sunday evening, not 7AM Monday morning. Oops. My bad.
Responses to a tweet saying what I had done indicate that this can be a good thing, and that I'm not the only one who does this:
After my shower, which then seemed a bit superfluous, I did a grocery store run. I called Dad on the way and wished him a Happy Father's Day. Mom was at bingo. They'd had lunch at Golden Corral.
Once home from the grocery store, I put on a Selected Shorts podcast, and enjoyed the stories while I:
- Chopped cucumbers
- Diced a red pepper
- Diced a green pepper
- Diced a vidalia onion
- Sliced pitted black olives
- Diced sliced (yes, they were sliced already and I diced them) mushrooms
- Sliced baby carrots
- Chopped broccoli
- Sliced celery
- Sliced, and then cubed, a cantaloupe
These are the Selected Shorts podcast that I listened to:
“At an early hour for the French man of letters Henri Grippes—it was a quarter to nine, on an April morning—he sat in a windowless, brown-painted cubicle, facing a slight, mop-headed young man with horn-rimmed glasses and dimples. The man wore a dark tie with a narrow knot and a buttoned-up blazer. He signature was ‘O.Poche;’ his title, on the grubby, pulpy summons Grippes had read, sweating, was ‘Controller.’ He must be freshly out of his civil-service training school, Grippes guessed. Even his aspect, of a priest hearing a confession a few yards from the guillotine, seemed newly acquired. ” – Mavis Gallant, “Grippes et Poche”
And then these from 2007:
Sunday, December 09, 2007
Gordon’s reflective tale “Storytelling” was read at The Getty Center in Los Angeles as part of a program entitled SIDE TRIPS AND REVELATIONS. It is indeed revealing about the craft of writing, and Gordon also took the time to discuss her work with us in a brief interview featured after the story. The reader of “Storytelling” is the stage and screen actress Lindsay Crouse, whose film credits include “House of Games” and “Places in the Heart,” which earned her an Oscar nomination.