My mother is smarter than me

I mentioned to my mom the other day that my staticky hair was driving me batty. She suggested I use more conditioner. I conditioned THE HELL out of it yesterday, and Great Caesar's Ghost, this is the most manageable and un-maddening it's been all week. I heartily recommend this to anyone with similar static-electricity problems.

I also told my mom about the dress I found for Frances's costume. She told me that, no, dear, taking your actor's inseam does not give you enough information to hem a skirt to proper length-- how, for lack of more delicate phrasing, do you know where the crotch starts on the dress? Torso lengths vary, dear. One must have them wear the dress and then tack up the hem to where it must be. 

Thank you, Mom, for being so much smarter than me. 

This is just to say tonight

Tonight was rehearsal for To Think of Nothing. A very special rehearsal.

Tonight I looked very beautiful. Maybe it was the energy of creation. But during the break when I saw myself suddenly in the bathroom mirror, my eyes were bright, my color was high, and I was startlingly beautiful.

Tonight I finished the last of my special tea. I will not be buying more anytime soon due to budgetary constraints, but I will miss it until I can.

Tonight I discovered that my fedora goes well with my camel coat. The band is almost exactly the same color as the wool. I like that very much.

Tonight it occurred to me how much I like the clicking sound of my tall boots. It makes me feel authoritative, stylish, and sleek.

Tonight Jared was excellent. Everything I hoped he would be. Tonight Frances was lovely. She has stepped into the character. She even wore the red dress tonight, and I was lost in looking at her. Tonight things seemed good when I was afraid they would not.

Tonight we had our first full run through of To Think of Nothing. The play I wrote exists. As my troubled protagonist Cassander found, sometimes, there are no words.