I haven't blogged in a while.  Life has been whirlwinding along and, all of a sudden, weeks have flown by.  We have been diligently rehearsing, searching for the nuances of our characters and listening and learning.  What an amazing voyage this has been.  We're 25 days from opening night.  Jeanna told us today that if we HAD TO, we could do the play tomorrow and it would be a great play.  Now, we're working to make it a knockout play

Today's rehearsal was a good one.  We had Friday, Saturday, Sunday and Monday off and we were admonished not to look at our scripts or think about the play during those four days.  Well, it was pretty easy not to look at the script.  It was another thing entirely to not think about the play.  I thought about costumes.  I thought about what to pack in my large tote bags that I carry onstage.  I thought about my winter-white (for Arizona) legs and how New Yorkers in winter don't have tans but tan legs look much slimmer.  I thought about how I just had my hair colored and it's growing out and I'm glad I made an appointment to have the color redone the weekend before we open.  I was thinking about scheduling manicures and pedicures and just how often can I use salt scrub in the shower before my skin comes off. 

"Chapter Two" has become the bogey man hiding behind and beneath every thought and action who won't just go away for a few hours so I can sleep or watch TV or work on my art quilts.   I think it is this aspect of working on a play that the "civilian" doesn't understand.  It's not just memorizing your lines and knowing where to stand at different times.  As opening night approaches "doing a play" means "living with the play" 24 hours a day.

I was at a meeting of "the Group That Shall Remain Unnamed" a couple of months ago during a discussion about instituting a requirement that eachmember of said Group would have to earn a certain number of "volunteer points" during each year.  Those who didn't acquire enough points would be barred from the Group Christmas party and other Group functions.  Those of us in the Group That Shall Remain Unnamed who contributed time acting in plays were to receive no volunteer points for such participation because the "actors get applause" after each show.  So those of us who over the years have contributed THOUSANDS of hours of rehearsal time, line learning and being haunted by each production incessantly until the final curtain were to receive no recognition for their contribution to the Group That Shall Remain Unnamed, but were to be required to spend additional hours working at other jobs IN ADDITION to any time they chose to donate to the Group That Shall Remain Unnamed by performing on stage.  The powers that control the Group That Shall Remain Unnamed seem have no comprehension of what "living the play" means.

But, I digress.  I'm proud to be a founding member of Compass Players.  I feel that with this tiny group of actors I have found more support and understanding for who I am and what I want to do creatively than I have found in all of my years as a member of Group That Shall Remain Unnamed. 

So, as I retire to my soft, comfy bed tonight with my faithful Airedale, Whitney, curled up at my feet, my fellow Compass Player husband, Steve, snoozing peacefully, and the bogey man of "Chapter Two" lurking under the bed, I'll try to get a few Z's so I can wake up tomorrow to face the world with all of its challenges and rewards.  La-de-da, la-de-da,

Mr. DeMille, I'm ready for my close up.