O.K., I’m not that tired, but I’ve been pretty damn busy seeing shows, writing pieces, and tearing around New England. In between extended stretches of working like a lunatic, I had lunch in Connecticut with my cool new friend the jewelry designer, then spent a tranquil night in a lakeside cottage in deepest Rhode Island. If you’re into birdsong, Blueberry Pointe is a feast of sound. Curious as to whether the avian residents would recognize a human tribute to one of their own, I played a recording of Olivier Messiaen’s Le merle noir as I sat on the deck at dusk. Sure enough, a bird responded on cue. (Go here if you want to see and hear the difference between Messiaen’s blackbird and the real thing.)
Was my visit to Blueberry Pointe restorative? Miraculously so–but, then, I had a lot to restore. In fact, the combination of travel, deadlines, performances, excessive blogging, and general overwork has gotten the best of me, psychologically speaking, so I’m handing the keys to Our Girl and going up the spout for a week. I’ll be posting the usual almanac and theater-related entries, but otherwise you won’t be hearing from me again until next Monday…on which day OGIC and I will unveil a great big surprise.
Curious? I’d be.
See you next week. Happy Fourth of July!
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