On the whole, a good day. My body clock is gradually returning to something that approximates normality, which will be quite beneficial when I return to work next week. Also, since I’ll be waking The Boy up weekday mornings for summer school (at least fot the next month), this should be helpful as well. This morning, I awoke just after six. I lay in bed for a few minutes before rising and going to the kitchen for my morning ritual of medication and hydration. That first feeding is easily the most complicated – six different bottles, each with a different amount. I’ve considered trying to mix together some sort of amalgam from which I could measure a single, larger dose; however, I’m fairly sure that I would screw something up and end up wasting much of my medication.
After that first feeding, I dozed for a while, but never really went back to sleep. In the quiet of the household this morning, I got some work done and caught up on the news. When I do make the time to catch up on curent events, I realize how much this series of events has isolated me from the goings-on in the world proper. I find it interesting that I don’t really mind too much. The world continues to do its thing; I continue to do mine. There is contentment in that.
The highlight of the day was an interview that I had this evening. Not for a job, but rather for the directorship of an upcoming production at one of our local theatres. I have applied to direct The Diary of Anne Frank, which is slated to open in October. It looks like the scheduling will work out quite nicely; I should be finishing up chemotherapy and radiation treatments just before audtions for the show should take place; so, hopefully, I’ll be considered completely cleared by that point. It would be a good emotional high to achieve before delving into something as terrifying as the Holocaust.
I’ve wanted to direct this particular production since it was announced. The story of Anne Frank is particularly moving for me because I have been fortunate enough to have visited the attic where her family hid for those two years. One a trip to Amsterdam many years ago, the group with which I was travelling visited the building and the adjacent museum. It was an unnerving experience, to say the least, to see the newspaper clippings and pin-ups that Anne had stuck to the wall above her cot still there, preserved beneath Plexiglas. Since I had already read the Diary before visiting the place, the reality of it all was clarified in a very profound way. It was as though the air of the attic was thick with ghosts and fear, but also with family and love. In that place, the line between closeness and claustrophobia blurred until it ceased to be. I still remember how deeply the experience affected me; I wonder if I can give an audience that same experience. I do hope I get the job; I’ll let you know.
Besides that interview, it was a day of rest and research. I needed some supplementary information for the novel i’m working on, so I turned to my good friend Google, and some of its kin, to help. Building an entirely new city using words is such a fascinating challenge; I do wish I could make a career of it. I’ll make you a deal – if I let you know when I get something published, then you buy it. Then we’ll just start the whole cycle over again. How does that sound?
That’s about it for today. I shall write some more words, and then dream some more dreams. I wish you each a peaceful night.
Nos da!
