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ysobelleAfter several days of being out of it, Aunt Grace seems to be getting better, according to my Mom. I'm hoping to see her soon.
I'm trying to turn my brain in another direction by finding a tricky birthday present for someone with a major milestone birthday coming up in a few days. I should probably chill out and be circumspect, but where's the fun in that? I at least want him to know I'm thinking of him. And it distracts me, which, at present, is not entirely negative. Er...and I like to shop for tricky birthday presents. Okay, any presents. My father, who has never fully understood me, did have to admit once that I have a gift for finding the perfect gift. I like that-- a talent for making other people smile is not a small thing.
I'm exhausted. My first acting gig in I don't know how long-- this was an evening in one of the most beautiful buildings I've ever seen-- the Grey Towers Castle, on the campus at Arcadia College. It was, apparently, built in the 1890s by architect Horace Trumbauer (who also designed the Free Library, amongst others) for the unbelievable sum of $2,000,000. I cannot imagine how much it would cost now. The incredible plasterwork, the gorgeous wood moulding, the hand-cut leaded-glass windows, the three-story atrium with the coffered barrel ceiling-- I climbed the stairs late, late in the evening, after ridding myself of my corset and velvets, and looked up-- and realised with a strange sense of displacement this is very much like the building I dreamed of the other night-- the hotel through which I wandered aimlessly for hours. I tried to take a few pictures just before we left, but they came out blurry and indistinct. Perhaps that's apropos.
I have, of late, been having what I can only call sensory hallucinations. I feel a well-known hand on my spine, and I shudder. I can almost feel a kiss I haven't felt in far too long. The waiting always is the hardest part, especially when you don't know quite what's coming.
I'm trying to turn my brain in another direction by finding a tricky birthday present for someone with a major milestone birthday coming up in a few days. I should probably chill out and be circumspect, but where's the fun in that? I at least want him to know I'm thinking of him. And it distracts me, which, at present, is not entirely negative. Er...and I like to shop for tricky birthday presents. Okay, any presents. My father, who has never fully understood me, did have to admit once that I have a gift for finding the perfect gift. I like that-- a talent for making other people smile is not a small thing.
I'm exhausted. My first acting gig in I don't know how long-- this was an evening in one of the most beautiful buildings I've ever seen-- the Grey Towers Castle, on the campus at Arcadia College. It was, apparently, built in the 1890s by architect Horace Trumbauer (who also designed the Free Library, amongst others) for the unbelievable sum of $2,000,000. I cannot imagine how much it would cost now. The incredible plasterwork, the gorgeous wood moulding, the hand-cut leaded-glass windows, the three-story atrium with the coffered barrel ceiling-- I climbed the stairs late, late in the evening, after ridding myself of my corset and velvets, and looked up-- and realised with a strange sense of displacement this is very much like the building I dreamed of the other night-- the hotel through which I wandered aimlessly for hours. I tried to take a few pictures just before we left, but they came out blurry and indistinct. Perhaps that's apropos.
I have, of late, been having what I can only call sensory hallucinations. I feel a well-known hand on my spine, and I shudder. I can almost feel a kiss I haven't felt in far too long. The waiting always is the hardest part, especially when you don't know quite what's coming.
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Date: 2004-03-14 10:57 am (UTC)(Although, now I have a familial preference for Glen Cairn, which was someone's home till somewhat recently -- 1979!)
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Date: 2004-03-15 09:46 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2004-03-15 09:48 pm (UTC)Um...Happy belated, sexpot!
Sensory hallucinations? Some of us pay for those!
Date: 2004-03-14 02:59 pm (UTC)Depends on if it's good familiar or bad familiar. Good familiar all you can really do is wait- as waiting for fullness is. If it's bad I'd suggest you strengthen up the personal and house shields, and maybe throw down something to cover your scent.
But then, what are you doing listening to my babbling pagan tuckus?
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Date: 2004-03-15 09:48 pm (UTC)Are we still family?
I should hope so
Date: 2004-03-18 01:32 pm (UTC)You laugh at Kinky Friedman, and I can use words like tuckus.
(Which mind you I haven't seen it yet, but I'll be bummed if Gibson's Passion doesn't end with "They Ain't Makin' Jews Like Jesus Anymore."
You never need doubt. We're family.
Has anyone sent you a copy of last years OTR show at the Lime Spider yet? I've a feeling you could particularly use it.
Hope you're having a good day.
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Date: 2004-03-14 04:17 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-03-15 09:49 pm (UTC)