Sunny Day On Copp's Hill
02/05/06 Filed in: Poppycock
Spent a portion of the day wandering around the North
End and older sections of town, getting a feel for
the architecture and setting of the play. It's been
ridiculously tepid here. The sun was actually out for
most of my walk, with temps pushing the mid 50's.
I'll meet with the designers (costumes and set) on
Tuesday, and table rehearsals begin next Sunday.
Won't get on it's feet, probably, until the week of
the 20th.
I'm still working the first gig, but this week is largely tech oriented, and since this production has been done so many times, tech rehearsals hold little surprise for most of us. The actors are new to it, though, but 3 of them have done our productions before, and one guy has done this show too many times to count.
I miss my girls. I speak with Jo daily, and I'm glad we do talk, but sometimes I want to reach over and stroke her hair or watch her smile, and a cell phone is a poor substitute. I also feel like I'm missing out on huge chunks of the kids' lives. I'm not (I don't think...) but I've grown to like being a 'parent' and all the stuff that goes with it, and I love them.
Hugs. That's what I miss: hugs. They're a huggable trio. No half-hearted, arm-kind-of-around-the-shoulder hugs...these are full on, lung-crushing, body squeezes. Yup...a guy gets used to that.
On a personal note: Hang in there, Bear. I love you, too.
I'm still working the first gig, but this week is largely tech oriented, and since this production has been done so many times, tech rehearsals hold little surprise for most of us. The actors are new to it, though, but 3 of them have done our productions before, and one guy has done this show too many times to count.
I miss my girls. I speak with Jo daily, and I'm glad we do talk, but sometimes I want to reach over and stroke her hair or watch her smile, and a cell phone is a poor substitute. I also feel like I'm missing out on huge chunks of the kids' lives. I'm not (I don't think...) but I've grown to like being a 'parent' and all the stuff that goes with it, and I love them.
Hugs. That's what I miss: hugs. They're a huggable trio. No half-hearted, arm-kind-of-around-the-shoulder hugs...these are full on, lung-crushing, body squeezes. Yup...a guy gets used to that.
On a personal note: Hang in there, Bear. I love you, too.
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