And The Opera House Saves My Life Again

This week has been going by crazy-ass fast and it seems like every moment has been filled with something of grave importance or at least semi-importance although yesterday I hit a wall and went to bed in the middle of the afternoon for two entire hours and guess what? The universe continued to roll along as if nothing was missing and geez, louise, you'd think I wasn't even necessary or something, wouldn't you?

The play opens tomorrow night and I have to say that until last night's rehearsal I had very little hope that this was going to be anything but a fiasco and I was planning on personally making sure that everyone in the audience was liquored up to the full level in order for it to come off as any sort of success but last night, we found a groove (about fucking time, I'd say) and had some fun with it. The play's no good until the actors start having fun. There are some decent moments in it and mostly ones we've come up with ourselves. It's playing. So above you see a picture of Boris and Natasha, each holding a weapon. There are lots of weapons and Natasha carries most of them in a shiny black bag and one of our "moments" is when I pull them each out and hand them to Boris, all the while protesting my innocence in the matter of a murder.

There's the prop table. A bomb, dynamite, a hammer, two knives, a gun, poison, a large hypdodermic, wire cutters, and you can't see the sickle and the hacksaw. Oh yeah, the skull goes in the bag too. Messy business, murder.

It's been so fun work with my Boris. He's come down from Thomasville to play with us and he's been a joy. When he's working it onstage, all eyes are on him and there's no place I can go that he's not been right there adding bits and making it all work. And he's such a nice fellow!

All my cast mates are nice folks and it's been a joy to watch people warm up to their characters and let go of inhibitions and just fling themselves into seduction and silliness.

Would you look at those cuties? I didn't do any justice at all to Veronica's cleavage there. But if you come to the play, you'll see what I'm talking about. That girl- well- if Natasha needs a bag full of weapons to slay her victims, her half-sister Veronica needs nothing more than what fits into her bra. Uh-huh.

Still, I have my worries. I am known for freezing onstage and tomorrow night, our opening, is the night when my entire family is coming and it's my mother's and my baby daughter's birthday and they'll be right there, watching me make a complete fool of myself if I lose my shit.
No pressure.

I'll be getting back to my story when I can. Right now I'm got to take a walk, I've got things to pick up in two counties, my chicks need to go outside, and it's a gorgeous, gorgeous day here in Lloyd. The sun is shining, the birds are calling, the confederate jasmine is starting to bloom, the roses are crazy-in-bloom, the chicks are growing, Mr. Moon is home safe, and the pea vines are making peas. Pretty soon I'll be able to dig up a few new potatoes and I'll steam them and some snow peas and make a lovely white sauce to serve over them and well- life couldn't be much better.
For Mary, at least.

Natasha? We'll just have to see, won't we?