Day By Day

I am down to a suitcase, a coffee machine, one cup, paper plates and a leaky bed.

Yesterday, CB and I hauled all of my packed boxes down to FedEx where my life in New York was shipped off to my life in Utah. When I consider the fact I moved to Utah with a dog, two cats, some hamsters, two children, two vehicles, my father who was starting to slip into Alzheimer's (you could find where he was on the road by driving to the top of a hill and looking for the eight mile long stretch of backed up traffic... he was at the front, driving 45MPH) and a fully loaded full sized moving van... I'm moving back with less than 400 lbs of stuff in a bunch of heavy duty cardboard boxes, shipped by an express company.

Henry David would be proud.

The Prop Goddess work has already begun, letters flying between myself and stage managers... we need this and we need that. I send letters back--no, there are no mustard bottles, it will be in a dish, people made mustard at home in that era. Lucky Strikes were a brand, however, I will have to build the package, as it's colour went from a coppery green to white in 1941 because of the war effort. Yes, I have found a baseball glove, it's vintage 1935. The directors like me because I am so focused on details.... that also makes me a pain in the ass, because I don't like to back down. I'm not exactly, um, flexible, you see.

If it calls for a certain thing, well, that's what it should be.. I don't like fudging. Like the cigarette package... sure, no one may know the package colour changed.. but, I know. And I figure someone else may know, so.... coppery green it will be, come hell or high water.

Norma is running, The Investment is driving her around, and won't be pleased I'm taking her back over. I will be getting the utilities turned back on when I arrive, and the furniture, what little I have, moved in next weekend.

It's day by day... Monday, I make a last trip into the city, to pick up a few things. Tuesday, I will stab The Titanic to death, do one last clean of the apartment, then we all head to the airport.

A door closes, a door opens.... you take a breath, and walk through to see where they lead you. I am not done with New York, I've friends here, and can't imagine never coming back. The new season will be up and running on Broadway in January.. I'll be back for that. I've CF to visit, the WeatherGuy will be back, C and his family, KB (the director) and a few others. You see, now, I have the best thing you can have in New York....


Friends with a bedroom where I can stay when I come visit. Ha!