One of the best articles I’ve ever heard on Morning Edition.
The Drowsy Chaperone runs this weekend at the Webster University Conservatory of Theatre Arts.
Man In Chair is played by my graduating senior voice student Chase Thomaston, who is inordinately effective, hugely entertaining, utterly believable, and ultimately deeply moving in his last WebCo role.
I’m one proud teacher.
The week has been a blur.
I’m rehearsing a show at New Line. We are in the last two weeks of performances at Webster University. I’m teaching an extra class this last eight-week term. I taught seven voice lessons yesterday. &c.
Last evening, at 9 p.m. after finishing my last lesson, Auggie and I drove to the grocer’s to find him some dog food. We were out.
And in the garden, an iris is open, and this morning I find a peony in bloom — booth of them several weeks early on any normal gardening schedule. The lilacs have bloomed and faded already, again weeks in advance.
I shan’t bemoan beauty, but I shall bemoan the changing of our climates.
Most of my Webster voice students joined me for dinner this evening, in between rehearsals for a show. The menu included roast beef, mashed potatoes and gravy, buttered carrots, roasted asparagus, cheese grits, and a pineapple pie for dessert.
Five of my six seniors joined this evening. And my heart is full.
The setting: Neimerg’s Steakhouse in Effingham, Illinois. The three-sided counter like you see in old restaurants, near the window to the kitchen.
The actors: Rob, an 80ish man with a red Cardinals cap. He hasn’t shaved in several days. And he sighs after every slurp of coffee. Joe, and 80ish man, taller than Rob. Joe has no teeth. He’s in a John Deere cap.
Rob is sighing after a sip of coffee. Joe sits down beside him. They clearly know each other.
Joe states that all the does is go from bed to the doctor to the hospital and back to bed.
Rob comments on the fact that his skin itches.
And then ensues a five-minute conversation between two wizened senior citizens . . . about which soap they use, how their skin feels, and what the best soap is.
Irish Spring is the winner.
But that’s only after Rob asserts that he uses shampoo all over his body, since it’s easier that way.
And I’m in stitches. I finished my peach pie and left with a smile on my face.
I was doing some work with our applicant list this week, and started looking only at street names. What a wealth of variety we see! Some of these property developers are truly creative with their street names.
|Mission Hills Ln|
|Forest Crest Dr|
|Rainbow Gulch Trl|
|Lisa Valley Ct|
|Royal Heir Dr|
|Foggy Meadow Dr|
|W 60th St|
|Prairie Rose Ln|
|136 Sigsbee Ave|