i should have asked my two facebook friends to shop with me. because i am invited to be on a new talk show and have been instructed to wear a bright color, no prints. i opened my closet sunday morning and there was a black dress, and another, and another, punctuated by an occasional black skirt. i think i have been in mourning for my life.
instead of shopping, i went to a brunch at vinci’s on halsted street, right next to the steppenwolf theater. after brunch was a performance of clybourne park. the play is about what happens when the first black family moves into a home in an all white neighborhood and what happens twenty years later when the first white couple proposes to move into the same home. i believed f2fb friend #210 lynn sanders would enjoy the brunch and the play particularly since the playwright bruce norris would stop in at the brunch and say a few words.
lynn is a playwright who developed a play about artificial insemination of the whooping cranes in beriboo, wisconsin. it inspired me to write a short story. inspiration works in strange ways.
the brunch wasn’t my doing. it was organized by f2fb friend #211 nabil foster, who is a fellow northwestern law school alum and a partner in a law firm.
nabil is of the ba'hai faith and has a strong sense of social justice. i don't know how he has time to do everything!
unfortunately, lynn wasn’t feeling well and we ended up coming home before the play was performed. at least she got a chance to speak with the playwright as well as the artistic director of steppenwolf. if you want tickets to the play, here’s a link:
tomorrow, i will write about the taping. the producer from the show promised me a surprise. i hope it’s not a snake!
two thirds of the way through this project and this year–it’s time for me to think about what next year’s resolution will be. to try to lose five pounds? puh-leeze. nothing is worth doing if it at first does not appear to be impossible.
what’s your new year’s eve resolution going to be???
when i first made the new years eve resolution to meet every facebook friend i had (and at the time i had roughly 324), there was snow on the ground, my christmas tree was still up, and i weighed six pounds lighter. there’s been a lot of planes, trains and automobiles since january first. i feel like a python who has just swallowed the rabbit.
f2fb friend #162 sandy kolkey and i are roughly the same age. we first became friends because his son zak and my son eastman were in class together. somehow, i have grown older (and wider) and sandy hasn’t. his wife lisa once suggested to me that she hates him because he can eat a pint of ice cream every night while watching the evening news and he still doesn’t gain weight.
when he suggested that i drive out to the soccer fields to play, i figured i’d get some evercise and find out how he keeps it together. he said there were usually about five guys who played on each team and that natural attrition would eventually result in an invitation for this girl to join in the fun. but when i arrived, i was a bit surprised at the playing field.
i have never played soccer and i didn’t get to play on sandy’s team. i coached boys’ soccer for nine years, first for my son joseph’s teams and then for eastman’s. i thought i was being a good mom even though i don’t think i taught them any particular skill — i think the most important thing they learned is that every game must have orange slices for refreshment at the half time and a snack afterwards. my skill base is so abysmal that i didn’t understand offsides until three years into my tenure–i can hardly imagine what the referees thought of my responses when they would call my players on that charge.
in any event, sandy’s theory is that his passion for physical exercise is because of his father. sandy is now three years older than the age his father was when he died of pancreatic cancer. my biological father justin (f2fb friend #30) is still alive but my adoptive father donald patrick suffered two heart attacks while i was a child. i was with him when both occured. i have sometimes wondered if that has made me prone to thinking of my anxiety as a heart attack issue.
sandy is a world traveler and he said i will love mumbai in particular. he had this sage advice to offer me:
i told sandy i had a three hour drive in front of me and he said he envied me this year. that he wants to do something like this resolution i’m doing. i didn’t realize that i’d be having taking tap dancing next with a woman who is on her own personal new years eve resolution and i would talk her out of quitting. . . .