Never enough time, sounds like.
I'm having a rare, meandering kind of day, time to think, to get some miscellaneous tasks accomplished, such as filling out the form to renew my passport. You know that to be admitted through a U.S. airport now, a person needs a passport. And I committed to Boston, May 14. I have an airline credit to use, just enough to get to Boston from Seattle, where David will drive me. Annie's plans to join the microcredit aawareness ride from Canada to Mexico scotched my first thought, of travelling to Halifax from Boston. So now I'm contemplating a Eugene O'Neill pilgrimage. I learned that the Old Vic production of A Moon for the Misbegotten, with Kevin Spacey, is going to be playing the weekend I could be in New York (May 19-22). Not a cheap ticket, but I used to love that play. In fact O'Neill was my favourite playwright for some time when I was younger. So perhaps I'll visit Provincetown, to see the place where he got his first plays into production, then ride the train to Manhattan and watch the play. Theatre was always a love of mine, but in the last several years - since Annie's grown up, actually and I've had the time and money to get out and see a lot of plays - I've become more deeply interested, and curious. I can always use ideas for my own writing, so ...
If you go back to California that weekend, and return on Monday, maybe we could get together and go over old times in the kind of detail that eludes us in this format, with so many present-day events to report. Also, I'd love to meet Ruth and see your paintings in person. So let's hope that works out.


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