*sniff*

Okay, I can't let it go yet. If Plaid Tidings were still open this week, I'd be gradually getting ready for a two-show day. But Humps is in San Diego, Paul in NY, Johnny in Minnesota, and me in North Hollywood hunkering down with an illustration job. I'm so happy with the anticipation of new adventures, but that doesn't mean I can't be a little sad for the end of the last chapter.


I've realized that in our Plaid cast, we already have a John and a Paul. Humps would then probably be George and I would undoubtedly be Ringo. (This graphic was created for a mix CD I made early in the season. If it looks a little wacky, it's because it's the caricatures I created for the set superimposed over the reference photos I used.) Anyway...


And now that I'm working on settling back into home life, it has been good to see the roommate and the cats and friends from the neighborhood. I've also spent some time tidying and organizing (and have lots more to do). One little item on the to-do list was to replace my laundry basket. It wasn't just any laundry basket. I bought it when I was playing Sancho Panza in Man of La Mancha at the Candlelight Pavilion Dinner Theatre in 1998. In it I would gather up all the props I'd have to divvy out in the show (costume bits for Quixote and others), and then I'd climb the steps to where the trunk was stored and pack it. Then fellow cast members would drop the props in the basket after their scenes and the cycle would repeat. Then after the run, it became my laundry basket. It made the trip to the laundry rooms of at least five residences, and then a handle finally cracked a few weeks ago. (Way to go, Rubbermaid! That's some stamina.) It may have been relatively lowly in purpose, but it's fascinating to think of any given object in your possession and how long it's been there for you. Rest well, Sancho's Trunk Props Basket.

Now I've got to get back to drawing. Procrastination over. Take care, all. Reflect on the blessings and dive in headfirst into our new year. Peace!