sitting in my "office"

Me and CAB, at a recent fake moustache party. That's before I got my appendix out.

JF alerted me that I had no recent posts here, and so thanks to him, I am back.

I am sitting at my desk in my "office." in room 300. I realize that I am, yet again, working and living on another year of student time - that's where the year doesn't start and end January to December...rather, September to August. That's my year. I like it. Keeps me young.

I am happy to report that a little money showed up in my bank account today. It's been touch and go for the last year and a half, literally. That's what happens when you're a jet setter (read: poor artist). Yes, I have been back and forth from NY to Los Angeles a fair amount in the last year, and there has been very little permanence in my life. Except for getting married. That's the best thing I did all year. Soon it will be our first anniversary. Time is flying and I can't believe my life is passing so quickly. I had surgery to remove my appendix a few weeks ago, and all I can say is I am happy to be alive.

I am also excited about an upcoming project: "Burt Dow: Deep Water Man" a new musical/opera based on Robert McCloskey's book of the same name. I look forward to directing and working with designers and staff and actors, both adults and children. Sometimes I wonder if directing is my calling, despite acting being my first love. I waver about this. Perhaps it doesn't matter and I need to do it all. I've been saying that since high school. I have essay proof.

I now need to read Flannery O'Connor. Her short stories are staring at me, waiting to be read, and then I need to decide if this is hopeful for the Lit class I am about to embark on. I guess the good thing about teaching is that you never stop learning.

Until soon. Thanks JF, for getting me back on the horse.