Haven’t written for a long while, and quite a lot of nothing has gone on since last.
Saturday afternoon I was WRECKED and all I wanted to do was go to sleep so that I could be beautiful for opening the next morning, but I wanted to greet Kevin when he arrived. I was alone in the house so it was the perfect opportunity to curl up with Ulysses and hammer out a good hundred pages or so. So I went into the living room, lugging its encyclopedic bulk behind me, and sat down in my favorite chair by the window to read.
Ten pages in I was deep in nap-land for a good two hours. I really needed it and so starved was I for rest that I awoke feeling exactly the same, with only the shifted hands of my watch for proof, or even a hint, that I had been asleep at all. It’s like the hangover thirst that is not in the least diminished by downing a gallon of water.
Maeve wanted to pick him up at 5:30, and it was now 7:30. I figured they must have gone for dinner or to a hotel to reaffirm their relationship immediately, so filled with the omnipresent spirit of homesickness I started the rounds of calling. Gregg wasn’t there. Natalie was!
I could tell that Natalie had no idea to whom she was talking, and as she kept her phrases bland and noncommittal – “Hi, how are YOU? So. What’s up with… you?” I kept my responses just as generic. “I’m fine. How are YOU?” You imagine that someone who’s called your cell phone must know who you are so you sort of dance around until they make that fatal mistake that blows their cover. It made me laugh – she had no idea who was on the phone! Then she realized and we got down to good, old-fashioned chatting. She quit her job at the English camp one week early because she’s been cast in a 7 week tour of Chicago! As the big momma character, whatever her name is. It came sort of out of the blue and today she should be in fabulous LAS VEGAS rehearsing! How cool is that?! I am so proud and envious of her. She has established a hard reputation to follow – I feel pedestrian next to her. She is really so gifted and amazing that the world is HERS if she wants it. She sets a high example and I don’t feel like I’ll do as well and just be old forgettable Paul next to her glorious star-power NATALIE! Oh, well. I love her anyway. No matter how jealous I may be. But it really is a happy jealousy as I do hope she makes it. If anyone that I know can, it would be she.
So she’ll only get off tour right when I get back to the states, so we may move up to New York together! Though hopefully I can get her to road trip with me to Vegas like we always said we would – now she’ll know all the cool places to go!
It was nice to talk to her but she had to go up to New York to clear her stuff out of Tiffany’s place before she went off on tour. I don’t know when our lease starts, but it looks like it will just be Lisbeth breaking in the place for us. I wonder if Richie is going to sublet my place?
Then I called Dad and we had our generally empty but fond chit chat that we share. Dog was sick, now is recovered and shitting all over the carpet. Tony is not yet divorced or annulled or whatever and evidently they are still living together. I asked what sort of gifts I should get for his brood – as I have begun my great list which will require an extra suitcase on my return – and he promised to send me a list. Hasn’t emailed for two or three weeks as his computer was dead. Again. This time it was the power supply. For a house with a computer engineer in residence – purported computer engineer – they do certainly have more problems than anyone I’ve ever heard of.
I miss Dad a lot and can’t wait to see him. Reminds me that all the extra stuff doesn’t really matter because he’s my father and I love him and I miss him. However, this revelation has been brought home due to the fact that I am so lonely and have lots of time to think about people who are gone. That he can miss me as much as he says in a house crammed full of animals and humans and the links in between that he purports to love so wholly and completely makes me wonder how happy he really is. But I’ll always wonder that.
I also miss Michael Patrick and I drudged up his number from the archives in the hopes that he might be there or that I could get the number from his parents. I had tried to call what I remembered to be his pager, but nothing was there. He must have surpassed his technology yet again. No one answered, so I left a message saying I was trying to get in touch with him. He doesn’t even know that I’m in Ireland, unless he’s called home – though I doubt he has. I just want to hear his voice and though our friendship has definitely changed I would like to know how he is and see what he’s doing. Friends are so rare that they’re worth working for. I hope that he feels that way. I hope that he feels something. I hope that he is happy. I hope he’s doing theatre.
Kevin finally arrived as I sat talking to Rafal in the kitchen. It was nice to get a chance to talk to him as he has relatively disappeared since the arrival of Kate. I like Kate, but you can’t help feeling, and perhaps this is entirely due to Maeve’s influence, that there’s something up her sleeve. That she’s using Rafal just to stay here for free. If so that is a sad case because you can tell he really likes her and was hoping that her visit would be the first great happy memory of their lifelong romance. But he is 25 and she is 18 and when you look at it that way it seems far from probable.
Time to go to work. I’ll put this on hold and probably pick up tomorrow morning. My favorite time in the whole day is morning kitchen table writing time. This is absolutely my favorite and most unburdened time, watching ink curl words onto the paper, eating through this little notebook with pages of nothing that, as I have been proven, would be devastated to ever lose.