Sometime past mid-October

The wind in the leaves sounds like rain.  It's sunny and warm again, the weather reports pessimistically calling the bright blue sky "partly cloudy."  Perhaps it's only the sky above me that is clear.  The forecast is for 70 again.  I've had nothing to write about lately.  Missed a show last night, a preview, because I decided to stay for dinner at an event we sang at earlier in the evening.  They sent me home with food.

I should go walk.  Work on the monologue.  I'm using the second one, mostly because I have a better sense of what she wants in this scene.  Been trying to pin the other one down for the past year, but still not feeling convinced.  I'm not sure which one I'll use for the class.

My legs are feeling normal, just before I go back to class.  I should do some balancing for good measure.  This is my last free Sunday for a while.

Back from a walk, it's dark now.  I am stuck on the last two words.  I think I know what she wants but it never comes out right when I say them.  I mostly have the monologue, as well as the Suzuki text, down.  The house smells like solvent, everyone denies it.  Giving me a headache, even with every window open.

Here are pictures of trees.  (I finally found the batteries, not sure how I missed seeing them, they've been on a bookshelf for a while, I'm guessing.  These were taken with a different camera, the batteries are still charging.)

Yellow, Oct 19/L Herlevi 2014

Tree, Oct 19/L Herlevi 2014

Late afternoon, Oct 19/L Herlevi 2014

Raw

I feel raw, like people are digging into me.  I want to recoil and crawl into myself, but I can't.  More people have been nice than irritated at me, but the barbs stick, why is that?

Went for a walk, warm sun, ducklings progressing into ducks, settling in to take a nap.   All eleven having survived to this point, the whole family is curled up on the ramp when I pass them on my way back from lunch. The scent of roses rises in the heat, their colors drawing me in like a five-year old to a candy shop.  In the woods, the herons' nests are quiet, the light dappled, the air cool. Over near the greenhouses the giant agave plant readies itself to bloom for the first time in 25 years.  Looks prehistoric. Nearby, passion flowers send forth flowers and scarlet runner beans climb, briefly reminding me that I should plant something.

After, I'm a little calmer, but still irritated (had a stupid tiff with my roommate's boyfriend, who is the extra person living with us; irritated that he was bossing me around.)

Later.  Went to a book reading/signing (Wendy Perron, dancer/choreographer, writer-though I'm not in the dance world, I saw a notice for it, and can relate to what she was saying, in general) at On the Boards.  After, went for a walk.  Passing by the little woodland in front of The Rep, I saw a bird dart into the trees and admired it's flight, wondering what it was.  Turned out to be a cedar waxwing; a (very) small flock was flying around (I counted three).  Surprised by their presence in so urban a setting.  Walked back to OtB for the first night of  the Northwest New Works Festival (studio), actually loved the whole thing.  ilvs strauss was pretty wonderful, and I wanted Sarah Rudinoff's piece to be longer because I enjoyed listening to her talk.  Would like to see it again, an over-generous pour of bourbon, combined with lighting and music choice, made me pass out for part of one of the four pieces, and I'd like to see it...I won't drink (it was probably more the music, though.)  Might be sold out, it's a small venue.  I'm excited to see the rest of the series.

Need to do more character work, in the meantime.  It's late and I have to get up early, ciao.

Can't seem to load pictures, internet hasn't been working right, is not working now.   It would've been of a turtle, and other random stuff.