I returned from Lincoln yesterday about 5.30 p.m. All is well in the world.
Samson was glad to see me, and snuggled beside me with haste.
The lawn wasn’t in horrid shape. Mail had not piled up too much. And Charlie took good care of the house.
All is well.
I work hard this week for four days, then take a month away from school. But I’m thankful that my evenings are totally free this week!
Here are three shots to finish the Lincoln trip, two of the major lightning storm to the northeast on Saturday evening, the other of the decadent lunch that was my last sin on this trip. Healthful eating resumes now.
NPR’s article about the origins of the waltz. . . .
Who knew that what we think of so elegant started off as so dirty?
The best ad of the year…..
Today would be my mother’s 76th birthday. Here she is 52 years ago!
1962. With Mom this time.
This is our last full day in Lincoln.
I’ll be glad to be at home soon. I’m not sleeping well.
But the conference has been wonderful, and our callbacks yesterday were super.
I broke away from meat and potatoes yesterday. Lunch was at an Indian restaurant; dinner, a Thai place. But lunch today is the rest of a club sandwich from Thursday, and dinner is steak!
Here are some photos:
Charlie the Housesitter sent this shot of Samson.
Michael serenaded in the hotel hallway on Friday.
Fireworks nearby the hotel on Friday evening.
With Edward Coffield Saturday morning at the exhibits.
Charlie the Housesitter sent me this pic of Samson the Feist this morning. I miss my puppy.
We had another six hours of auditions yesterday, making for a brutal afternoon and early evening. But we saw some wonderful talent, and the future of American theatre looks bright!
Today is a full day of callbacks, then a production this evening of Fiddler on the Roof.
Three of our student representatives after dinner last evening.
Sunset, from my hotel room, looking north.