{"id":4611,"date":"2006-03-12T10:52:21","date_gmt":"2006-03-12T15:52:21","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/?p=4611"},"modified":"2013-02-10T06:59:09","modified_gmt":"2013-02-10T11:59:09","slug":"weekend-snapshots-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/?p=4611","title":{"rendered":"Weekend snapshots"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>&#8212; I got most of my hair chopped off.  I love it.  It looks great.<\/p>\n<p>&#8212; My new bookcase was delivered.  I put it up in my main room &#8211; which now means that I have four bookcases in that one room.  My kitchen has three bookcases.  And my foyer has 2 bookcases.  WHOO-HOO.  But the book situation, even with all the bookshelves, was getting out of control.  So I had a glorious time rearranging EVERYTHING.  I moved all my fiction into the new bookcase &#8211; it just looks wonderful.  All of my titles, all of my books &#8211; six whole shelves of them &#8211; lined up &#8211; ducks in a row and all that.  I moved other stuff around, too.  I put all of the first-person memoirs I have (except for the ones by actors &#8211; those I keep in a separate section) on their own shelf &#8211; I moved all of my science and religion books to another bookcase &#8211; so that I could then have more room for my theatre books.  I am very happy with the new arrangement.<\/p>\n<p>&#8212; I picked up a painting I had dropped off at he framing store &#8230; It&#8217;s this old stained drawing of Sarah Bernhardt &#8211; my dad gave it to me years ago &#8211; it&#8217;s black and white, she is sitting in profile &#8211; It&#8217;s an old and fragile work.  It&#8217;s been sitting in a big thick cardboard envelope for a couple of years and I finally went and got it framed.  I chose a big thick old-fashioned frame &#8211; with a kind of silvery sheen to it &#8211; which totally brings out the starkness of the black and white drawing &#8230; It is GORGEOUS.  I am really happy with it.  Now I just have to decide where to put it.  Running out of wall space.<\/p>\n<p>&#8212; I am now at the point where I am bummed if I can&#8217;t exercise every day.  Breakthrough!!  Today it&#8217;s rainy so &#8230; argh.  It means I have to go to the GYM as opposed to running outside, which is my preferred brand of exercise.  But I have to go.  I can&#8217;t tell you how huge this is.  I used to be that way &#8211; addicted to exercise &#8211; Like, I didn&#8217;t feel like MYSELF if I didn&#8217;t take my 8 mile run every day.  I would get &#8230; antsy and itchy.  So the fact that I woke up early this morning, and heard the rain hitting my window right beside my head, and my first thought was: &#8220;Shit.  No outdoor running today&#8221; is a huge breakthrough.  Whoo-hoo!!!<\/p>\n<p>&#8212; Yesterday was great.  A gorgeous sunny breezy day &#8211; like something straight out of heaven.<\/p>\n<p>&#8212; And during my haircut yesterday &#8211; while she was shampooing my hair &#8211; I felt a bolt of something very very familiar.  I&#8217;m doing my one-woman show tomorrow night &#8211; I&#8217;ve been working on it, and having &#8211; shall we say &#8211; a very WEIRD week with it.  I won&#8217;t go into it.  Let&#8217;s just say that I&#8217;ve had a helluva time even working on this damn thing for various reasons.  And so my main feeling about performing tomorrow has been one of nervous-ness.  And not the good kind of nervousness.  More of a: Oh shit.  Fuck.  I have to do this.  Dammit.  I&#8217;m not ready.  Argh.  This is the kind of nervous-ness that can make you choke!!  Anyway, I was leaned back with my head in the sink, being shampooed &#8211; and out of nowhere &#8211; I felt a huge burst of adrenaline &#8211; like a cherry tomato exploding in my stomach &#8211; hahahaha &#8211; and it was the GOOD kind of nervousness.  It was adrenaline, feeling pumped, and thinking: &#8220;I can&#8217;t WAIT to do this.  I can&#8217;t WAIT to get up there.&#8221;  Funny: I know my own process well enough now to know that I have a week or so of the bad nervous-ness before the good nervous-ness takes over.  It&#8217;s always just a matter of time before the cherry tomato explodes.  I just have to keep doing my work, and keep in the process.<\/p>\n<p>&#8212; I rehearsed on my roof for a couple of hours.  A sweeping and windy view of the entire gleaming island of Manhattan &#8230; the sounds of kids playing basketball a week away &#8211; the hovering traffic helicopters, the buildings across the Hudson catching the gleam &#8211; I love my roof because nobody else seems to utilize it.  I&#8217;m up there all the time.  So I rehearsed.  If anyone had been watching me, they would have thought I was crazy.  A chick with SHORT SHORT HAIR (heh heh) in sweatpants, on the roof, standing and gesturing and making little marks on a huge invisible pad of paper (part of the show).  But it was good.  I had about 10 run-thrus of the thing.<\/p>\n<p>&#8212; Took a run along yesterday at sunset time.  The beauty was beyond belief.  Everybody was out &#8211; families, kids, people walking, running &#8230;.  The sunset blurring the sky &#8211; the tall buildings of Manhattan catching the dying gleams of the sun &#8211; and bursting out into gold &#8211; the purples, and blues &#8211; and the high white moon.  This is my new routine, and I am BEYOND attached to it.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&#8212; I got most of my hair chopped off. I love it. It looks great. &#8212; My new bookcase was delivered. 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