Even though this weekend is dedicated to the fathers, Bruno has been treating me like a queen all weekend, and right now I'm looking at the enormous, peach colored gladiolas Bruno bought yesterday at the Farmer's Market and perched on top of the entertainment center. When we were in the hospital in Oregon, a dear friend of Bruno's, a gentle giant named Nenad came to visit, and brought me an armload of gladiolas, and a Nenad armload is really saying something: he is 6'7". We kept them spread out in several vases, blooming in the window sills for a week, and they gave me so much comfort that, each week we were there, Bruno would go get more, and I would direct him in flower arranging. It is interesting to me that he chose those yesterday. I didn't say anything at first: I didn't know if he remembered. I just remarked on how lovely they were, and he brought it up that they were the ones we'd had at the hospital. We didn't say any more about it, but I somehow feel it is a form of progress: that we can integrate things from that time and allow them to spark memories, but not too much sadness.
On the other hand, recently when we needed to drive down to San Jose to pick up a roof rack for Bruno's car, my sweet, rational-to-a-fault husband took a dive so deep into magical thinking that I didn't know if I'd be able to pull him back to the surface. It is no secret that we are "trying" again, and so each month we pass through periods where "I might be pregnant". This was during one of those times. We were winding our way back from Half Moon Bay (where we'd been reading on the beach), when Bruno suddenly looked panic stricken and said,
"I should take you home. You shouldn't be in the car this long".
I tell him I'm fine, if I weren't sitting in the car, I'd just be puttering around at home.
"But maybe the vibrations of the car or the bumps in the road will dislodge something".
I remind him that the Dr. told me I should abstain from high impact activities, like full contact football or bungy jumping, not to tie myself to the bed for half the month.
"But we are going to the Subaru dealership, and you were pregnant with the boys when we went to the Subaru dealership in NYC, and then we lost them, and you were pregnant in November when we went to this dealership in San Jose and we miscarried that pregnancy, and....I shouldn't be taking you to the Subaru dealership. I'm turning around"
I tell him that there aren't many things I'm sure of anymore, but I am absolutely positive that Subaru dealerships have nothing to do with our losses.
"Maybe I should park on the street outside the dealership, and I'll just go in. That way you won't technically be in the dealership"
Oh my G-d.
It took another 10 minutes or so before I finally got him calmed down. When we got to the dealership, he did park in the parking lot, but insisted I stay in the car while he went in and got the part. Poor sweet man. Whenever we are lucky enough to get and stay pregnant, it is going to be one heck of a ride.
Wish me luck helping Bruno navigate Father's Day today. And Happy Father's Day to all you Dads out there, including mine.
Sunday, June 21, 2009
Monday, June 15, 2009
10 Things That Give Me Joy These Days
1) The pink hydrangea growing under our bedroom window.
Yes, I know, blue hydrangeas are my thing, but I've never seen a plant like this: it is almost like it was rendered by the pointillism fellows. Each petal seems to be a different color, and the juxtaposed colors create brand new colors, mixtures of watery greeny pink and chalky pinky blue...stunning.
2) Eating in bed, while reading a book, especially on a sunny day.
OK, eating anywhere while reading a book gives me joy, but in bed and while the sun is shining brightly outside is the definition of decadence to me. The world is telling you you should be outside, and you are doing the precise opposite, doing exactly what you please, ignoring all outside promptings, cuddling into the cool sheets while placating your tastebuds and disappearing into another world, crumbs in the sheets be damned!
3) Adventuring with Bruno and then sleeping in the car on the way home.
I love the adventures Bruno and I take. I love our talks as we drive by beautiful scenery. I love hiking off into the hills or kayaking off into the seas. I love the things we find to eat and to drink, sometimes right off the trees themselves. And I particularly love when we are all talked out and walked out and wined and dined, to give in to the sleepy feeling that moving vehicles have always engendered in me (the reason they would never let me drive the van when we were on tour), and falling into delicious, drool spilling out the side of my mouth sleep, while my Prince Charming brings me safely home.
4) Rehearsing. Anything.
I love rehearsing so much. I think I love it more than performing. The art of creating, of fooling around, throwing around ideas, trying things out, failing in big ways when it doesn't count at all and then finding the perfect, fabulous, genius thing you never would have found if you hadn't tried and failed so many times before. LOVE IT.
5) Listening to my Ipod on Shuffle in the car.
It completely cracks me up when Janis Joplin rocking out is follow by some dire snippet from Les Miserables, which is then followed by a Brandenburg Concerto, after which Anything Goes comes brightly through the speakers. And I sing my lungs out to all of them. Even the Concerto.
6) The San Mateo Farmer's Market, Tues, Wed and Sat.
Oh my G-d, I love the farmer's market. I love feeling the seasons change by the new produce arriving on the stands. I love having a fridge full of kale and chard and English peas. I love the black pluots resting next to the yellow heirloom tomatoes in my fruit bowl. I love how sweet and juicy and fabulous even carrots taste out here. As I write, I am sitting here enjoying the incredible smell of the nectarines we bought this weekend.
7) Candlelit breakfast with Bruno on a weekday.
Because why the hell not. Life can be super crappy, so why not celebrate all the moments that don't happen to be.
8) Checking the mail, and the e-mail and the cellphone and the Facebook.
OK, I admit it. I'm a communication junkie and I just love hearing from people and writing back. I crave contact and attention and and it makes me so happy to get it.
9) All white cheddar flavored organic puff-like products, and especially "Tings"
I don't know why, but these "healthier for you" (ha ha) versions of Cheetos make me feel unbelievable amounts of happiness. Especially when I get the chance to eat them without Bruno censoring the quanity. He's right, and I always make myself sick when I eat them unchecked, but I don't care: that salty, cheesy, corn crunchy goodness with no end is sight is worth the tummy ache after.
10) Falling asleep to the sounds of some horrible, National Geographic, "River Monsters" show, while cuddled up into Bruno's chest.
Nothing better in the world.
Yes, I know, blue hydrangeas are my thing, but I've never seen a plant like this: it is almost like it was rendered by the pointillism fellows. Each petal seems to be a different color, and the juxtaposed colors create brand new colors, mixtures of watery greeny pink and chalky pinky blue...stunning.
2) Eating in bed, while reading a book, especially on a sunny day.
OK, eating anywhere while reading a book gives me joy, but in bed and while the sun is shining brightly outside is the definition of decadence to me. The world is telling you you should be outside, and you are doing the precise opposite, doing exactly what you please, ignoring all outside promptings, cuddling into the cool sheets while placating your tastebuds and disappearing into another world, crumbs in the sheets be damned!
3) Adventuring with Bruno and then sleeping in the car on the way home.
I love the adventures Bruno and I take. I love our talks as we drive by beautiful scenery. I love hiking off into the hills or kayaking off into the seas. I love the things we find to eat and to drink, sometimes right off the trees themselves. And I particularly love when we are all talked out and walked out and wined and dined, to give in to the sleepy feeling that moving vehicles have always engendered in me (the reason they would never let me drive the van when we were on tour), and falling into delicious, drool spilling out the side of my mouth sleep, while my Prince Charming brings me safely home.
4) Rehearsing. Anything.
I love rehearsing so much. I think I love it more than performing. The art of creating, of fooling around, throwing around ideas, trying things out, failing in big ways when it doesn't count at all and then finding the perfect, fabulous, genius thing you never would have found if you hadn't tried and failed so many times before. LOVE IT.
5) Listening to my Ipod on Shuffle in the car.
It completely cracks me up when Janis Joplin rocking out is follow by some dire snippet from Les Miserables, which is then followed by a Brandenburg Concerto, after which Anything Goes comes brightly through the speakers. And I sing my lungs out to all of them. Even the Concerto.
6) The San Mateo Farmer's Market, Tues, Wed and Sat.
Oh my G-d, I love the farmer's market. I love feeling the seasons change by the new produce arriving on the stands. I love having a fridge full of kale and chard and English peas. I love the black pluots resting next to the yellow heirloom tomatoes in my fruit bowl. I love how sweet and juicy and fabulous even carrots taste out here. As I write, I am sitting here enjoying the incredible smell of the nectarines we bought this weekend.
7) Candlelit breakfast with Bruno on a weekday.
Because why the hell not. Life can be super crappy, so why not celebrate all the moments that don't happen to be.
8) Checking the mail, and the e-mail and the cellphone and the Facebook.
OK, I admit it. I'm a communication junkie and I just love hearing from people and writing back. I crave contact and attention and and it makes me so happy to get it.
9) All white cheddar flavored organic puff-like products, and especially "Tings"
I don't know why, but these "healthier for you" (ha ha) versions of Cheetos make me feel unbelievable amounts of happiness. Especially when I get the chance to eat them without Bruno censoring the quanity. He's right, and I always make myself sick when I eat them unchecked, but I don't care: that salty, cheesy, corn crunchy goodness with no end is sight is worth the tummy ache after.
10) Falling asleep to the sounds of some horrible, National Geographic, "River Monsters" show, while cuddled up into Bruno's chest.
Nothing better in the world.
Monday, June 8, 2009
Robustly Insane
That's how I feel today: robustly insane. I am currently working my way through an entire package of Trader Joe's Multigrain Savory Thins (hey, they're multigrain: that counts for something, right?), and I am just unable to get satisfied by anything. Nothing I do, nothing I eat, nothing I watch or log on to is doing it. I feel ravenously hungry, and achingly achingly lonely. Oh, I do hate being self-employed when Monday rolls around.
I've become addicted to connectivity lately. My friends finally forced me to join Facebook (yeah, yeah, friend me if I haven't gotten to you yet), and it is the compulsive nightmare I always imagined it would be for me. I can't stop logging on, checking everyone's status, updating my own. (OK, the Savory Thins are gone: what can I chew through next) I incessantly check my cellphone for voicemails and texts; I can't wait to run and check my e-mail when I've been away for as long as it takes to do the breakfast dishes. I am desperately waiting for the message, the news, that will fill the empty in me. It doesn't feel good. It is part and parcel of the train running inside my chest feeling.
I don't know what it is about.
And, ofcourse, I also know exactly what it is about.
We are unfinished, incomplete, and it is just so hard to keep going for so long in the in between. Sometimes, by mid-morning, I just can't wait to go to bed, so we can be through with another day in which we don't have children, and be that much closer to some day when we will. This isn't how I want to spend my days, but sometimes I just can't help it. Other days it is much easier to stay in the now.
And so I feel brightly, robustly insane. Not wanly stuck in my head, but out there, shouting to the world crazy. Writing it out, texting it out, calling it out. Looking to my circle for the satisfaction that, right now, I can't find in myself.
I've become addicted to connectivity lately. My friends finally forced me to join Facebook (yeah, yeah, friend me if I haven't gotten to you yet), and it is the compulsive nightmare I always imagined it would be for me. I can't stop logging on, checking everyone's status, updating my own. (OK, the Savory Thins are gone: what can I chew through next) I incessantly check my cellphone for voicemails and texts; I can't wait to run and check my e-mail when I've been away for as long as it takes to do the breakfast dishes. I am desperately waiting for the message, the news, that will fill the empty in me. It doesn't feel good. It is part and parcel of the train running inside my chest feeling.
I don't know what it is about.
And, ofcourse, I also know exactly what it is about.
We are unfinished, incomplete, and it is just so hard to keep going for so long in the in between. Sometimes, by mid-morning, I just can't wait to go to bed, so we can be through with another day in which we don't have children, and be that much closer to some day when we will. This isn't how I want to spend my days, but sometimes I just can't help it. Other days it is much easier to stay in the now.
And so I feel brightly, robustly insane. Not wanly stuck in my head, but out there, shouting to the world crazy. Writing it out, texting it out, calling it out. Looking to my circle for the satisfaction that, right now, I can't find in myself.
Tuesday, June 2, 2009
Luck
Today, in an attempt to get Murphy's Law working for us, I bought a Costco sized box of tampons. (It's a sleeper joke. Give it a second... There you go!)
Costco was one of many unnecessary items I put on today's to do list, in an attempt to keep myself from sitting by the phone and the computer, waiting for something to happen. It is very rough, this attention detox. I'm used to people applauding for me every night, used to sitting with friends in a very small dressing room cracking jokes and being goofy. Used to the energy rush of stepping on stage and playing four different characters, used to the stimulation of their four different worlds. Now it is just me and this big old house in the suburbs while my husband is at work. Yikes.
I'm doing an admirable job of keeping myself occupied, if I do say so myself. This morning I returned most of the e-mails I'd owed during the run of the show (sorry if I haven't gotten back to you yet: you are on tomorrow's to do list), then went to the gym and worked out like mad, and then swam in the rooftop pool in the California sun! Then the aforementioned Costco trip, back home to quickly unload and lunch, and then tutoring. And now Bruno is on his way home, so I've almost made it through a whole 'nother day without falling apart. One more or so, and the detox should be done.
And then, of course, there is the larger unfinished project, which I was able to so beautifully not worry about while rehearsing and performing: The family we started, but, as of yet, have failed to finish. The sensation in my chest of a train running has returned, and I'm sure this is what is causing it. I fought all day long to quell the feeling of panic. Come to think of it, I haven't meditated yet today.
Well, it is what it is. I'm learning to live with it, find coping methods, ways to compensate, while I take all the right steps and wait for our luck to turn. One of these days it has to come out alright, right?
Costco was one of many unnecessary items I put on today's to do list, in an attempt to keep myself from sitting by the phone and the computer, waiting for something to happen. It is very rough, this attention detox. I'm used to people applauding for me every night, used to sitting with friends in a very small dressing room cracking jokes and being goofy. Used to the energy rush of stepping on stage and playing four different characters, used to the stimulation of their four different worlds. Now it is just me and this big old house in the suburbs while my husband is at work. Yikes.
I'm doing an admirable job of keeping myself occupied, if I do say so myself. This morning I returned most of the e-mails I'd owed during the run of the show (sorry if I haven't gotten back to you yet: you are on tomorrow's to do list), then went to the gym and worked out like mad, and then swam in the rooftop pool in the California sun! Then the aforementioned Costco trip, back home to quickly unload and lunch, and then tutoring. And now Bruno is on his way home, so I've almost made it through a whole 'nother day without falling apart. One more or so, and the detox should be done.
And then, of course, there is the larger unfinished project, which I was able to so beautifully not worry about while rehearsing and performing: The family we started, but, as of yet, have failed to finish. The sensation in my chest of a train running has returned, and I'm sure this is what is causing it. I fought all day long to quell the feeling of panic. Come to think of it, I haven't meditated yet today.
Well, it is what it is. I'm learning to live with it, find coping methods, ways to compensate, while I take all the right steps and wait for our luck to turn. One of these days it has to come out alright, right?
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