Time After Time

April 27, 2011

Now that my show has opened, I am back in that old familiar state of agitated ennui, having nowhere to go and nothing to memorize. I have already begun the process of catching up on sleep, although Scarlett has not been exactly helpful with this effort. I’ve replied to most of the e-mails that have been sitting in my inbox for the past two weeks. I’ve eaten my weight in Easter candy and even managed to get one blog post written. However, as always, after having put my affairs back in order, the question inevitably arises: what should I do now?

Typically, this is the time that I set out looking for the next show, but this time it’s a little bit different: I have really missed Scarlett. She is at that stage where she cries big, wailing, gasping cries every time I leave the house. She clings to me like a tiny baby monkey. Her crying even made me cry a few times. I know that every child and parent goes through this, but I don’t have to leave. The small income I earn from performing is not exactly the cornerstone of our budget, so it’s entirely my choice as to how I spend my time. Yes, I need to get out of the house. Yes, I need to continue to work in some capacity, but I sure do miss my baby girl.

In other news, I’ve decided to take up the accordion. I’ve loved the accordion in French popular music since I was in high school, and I already know the keyboard, so I figured, “Why not?” I wonder if I’ll have grease marks on my stomach like Walter Palmer (famed Rochesterian street player) did . . . I may. My amazing yoga instructor is lending me her button box, as she called it. I’ll have it tomorrow. Yay!

I’m also thinking of starting violin lessons again. It’s on my 40/40 Project list. Maybe I can work it into my French music act.

I hear little Miss Scarlett calling for her mama.

Until next time . . .

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