Bird of Paradise

Bird of Paradise
Originally uploaded by AdiaMichelle

What a crazy flower. My first memory that has anything to do with this blossom is the singing flowers in the Tiki Room at Disneyland. The animatronic flowers had clacking beaks, just like the parrots.

I seem to be going into a dry spell. I sat down to write this afternoon and found there wasn't anything I wanted to write about. All I want to do is sleep and eat, and I don't crave anything that's good for me. Nope, it's Oreos and knock-off CheezIts all the way. The weather's been amazing this weekend, and I did get myself out of the house to enjoy it, but most of the time I just sat there watching people pass. So many cute dogs, so many children who've just learned to walk and always, in their zeal at upright forward motion, seem to be on the verge of taking a terrific header onto the pavement. So many delicious smells coming from dying blossoms I couldn't identify. So many bugs falling onto my shoulders and crawling down my shirt and landing in my hair. So much nature blowing into my nose and being forced back out with juicy sneezes.

I had a good time, but I didn't write a thing.

I suppose this counts, though.

Maybe the times when I don't have any desire to write are the best times to do so. I'm not so concerned about results, so I let my fingers wander where they will on the keyboard. I'll have to remember this feeling.

Saturday in the Park

Saturday in the Park
Originally uploaded by AdiaMichelle

What's better than the sun on your skin, a warm breeze ruffling your clothing, and cool green grass to stick your feet into?

Nothing, my friends.

We're on Day Two of The Beautiful: upper 80s, plenty of sunshine, and all day to enjoy it because The Beautiful finally fell on a weekend instead of popping up on a Thursday to taunt me. I spent the majority of the afternoon in Central Park, strolling under the cherry blossoms along the reservoir and watching all the dogs and people and bikers and bird watchers and toddling babies.

And now I'm going out again to fill my vitamin D reservoir before I get chained to the phone for eight hours for the next five days.

Ta!

A Little Light, Very Little Space

A Little Light, Very Little Space
Originally uploaded by AdiaMichelle

I'm moved! Back to Manhattan. And now that I'm moved, I can think.

The first night in my new place was a little depressing. Tiny room, nothing unpacked, missing my old place that seemed fantastic by comparison. The next morning, I walked out of the building, walked half a block, walked a north-south block, and went down into the subway and thought, "Oh yeah! This is part of the reason I moved." No more six- or seven-block walk to the subway. And yesterday, oh yesterday! I walked two blocks to Central Park to eat my bagel and drink my coffee. TWO BLOCKS. Kidlings, I am two blocks from Central Park and two blocks from Riverside Park. And all around me are one of the things I love most: beautiful buildings.

So, on the one hand, the stupid hand: mortgage-sized rent, tiny room, sharing space with another adult, not yet feeling comfortable in the kitchen and living room, side neighbors who walk like elephants. On the other hand, the pretty, sparkly, lovable hand: TWO BLOCKS FROM THE PARKS, restaurants, cafes and wine bars galore, 1 block from the subway, fire escape out which to dangle my feet in warmer weather, Starbucks, top floor apartment, and did I mention Central Park is right there? I'm in love again.

Rehearsal is going well. We definitely have a show, and it just needs some tweaking here and there. I love my cast so much. They make me laugh and they show me things in a different light and everyone is so willing to take risks and look silly and try things out and I really am going to miss them when this is over in a month. But before that's over, if you're in New York, you should come see the show!

The Less We Talk
by Alec Duffy
at the Ontological Hysteric Theatre in St. Mark's Church
April 16 - May 2, 8:00pm
www.hoipolloiworld.com