today.
in Thoughts and Feelings
as american ballet theatre, audition, bakery, bumble bees, calling, daughter, deal, dish, extra ticket, life, long a vowel, long a vowel sound, middle name, nutcracker, order, reason, today, waitress, waltz of the flowers
Today I go to an audition. I wear a dress that looks like a bell. I talk to a woman named Jane while waiting to sing. She tells me that sometimes she just wishes she has a name that isn’t so plain.
“No!” I say, quickly. “I love the name Jane; I want Jane to be my daughter’s middle name someday,” I tell her.
“Why?” she asks. “Why do you love my name?”
“I love how it sounds, the nice, long ‘a’ vowel sound; how short a word it is, and yet how timeless.”
I don’t tell her that it’s vintage and I love vintage things. Because she is older than I and has already mentioned this once or twice, to the point where I think this must be a big deal for her–but maybe not in a good way–so calling her name vintage might not make her happy.
“Thank you for liking my name,” she says, before she goes in to sing.
“It’s perfect,” I tell her.
I leave the audition and go to meet a friend. We are going to try out a bakery we found. It’s French. When we get there, he orders a sandwich and I order soup. The waitress places what must be a sandwich down in front of him, though the only reason one would know that is because that’s what the menu says. It looks nothing like a sandwich. “This is the strangest dish I’ve ever seen in my life,” my friend says.
I offer him some of my soup.
It actually looks like soup, too.
Bonus.
I go off to meet more friends. They have an extra ticket to American Ballet Theatre’s Nutcracker. I am mesmerized. Riveted. And then laughing. Because there are bumble bees in ABT’s version of the Nutcracker. They dance around on stage during waltz of the flowers and look basically ridiculous. I don’t even know if it’s supposed to be funny or not; it doesn’t matter, though, because it is.
And in this little sequence of the events of my little life, I am content. In fact, my heart wells up with joy. I feel grace on me so tangibly, like the unmistakable heat from the sun. Nothing is perfect; everything is wonderful. I don’t always feel this way, but today I do and so, if you don’t mind, I’m not in any kind of rush to tomorrow.
All full up.
in I Lift My Eyes Up, Thoughts and Feelings
as baby cat, cat, character, character shoe, chinatown bus, cold, Dang, deal, girl, husband, Jess, kind, kind soul, serial number, SNL, starbucks, superlatives, suspicion, way, wig
That’s the cutest little container of milk you ever did see. Yes, I went there: superlatives. And my character shoe is right next to it, just to give you perspective. Adorable, right? The milk, not necessarily the shoe. Especially not when it’s Sunday and you’ve already done seven shows in those heels this week. No, [...]
like/dislike.
in Thoughts and Feelings
as anybody, Bill, deal, dislike, don miller, Huh, idea, large group, person, reading, television, trouble, watching
Recently, I told a friend that I’ve been making a list. Well, two, actually: stuff I like and stuff I don’t like “I tried to remember all of the stuff from the past year or so,” I told her. “And then I tried to remember if I liked it or if I didn’t.” “Well, did [...]
that was a close one. sort of.
in Funny Stuff, Loved Ones, Thoughts and Feelings
as adventure today, Auto, chihauha, clay aiken, deal, dome, Draft, geodesic dome, helium, home, house, kayaks, kind, mamba, oars, ripple, round, sea of glass, sort, today, turtle, what the heck
My mom and I went on a little kayaking adventure today. And oh, the water! It was like a sea of glass, so still and smooth. And there we were, slicing through it with our oars, respectively; sneaking up on turtles, respectfully. Except, I did get a little overly excited about the turtles, lined up [...]
sometimes.
in I Lift My Eyes Up, Thoughts and Feelings
as Auto, brother, car, dark, deal, direction, Draft, fea, feeling, fist, girl, ground, hand, house, jenna, jonathan, lake, laugh, legs, monsters, night, right, rocks, rustling, something, sound, sprinklers, standing, tank top, thud, victim, weapons
Sometimes the monsters you fear are just sprinklers. And you’re standing there in the dark, clutching a fist full of rocks you’ve scooped from underneath your feet; you’re not wanting to get close enough to whatever it is that’s terrifying you to actually throw them, but at least you’re armed now, and if not dangerous, [...]
