Ray Bradbury
The Ian critter auditioned yesterday for the part of Chevalier Danceny in Porchlight Theater's summer production of Les liaisons dangereuses. He did a monologue from Bradbury's Pillar of Fire. When he was done, the director sat back and said: "Holy shit." So Ian is pretty happy. In contrast to his audition on Thursday for Puck in MSA's one act of Midsummer Night's Dream, which he apparently tanked on, and was really grouchy. He is a roller coaster; so much like me at 16 it is unnerving.
Coyote in the marsh yesterday morning. Rose wanted to be friends but kept her distance.
Friday, am meeting, then four miles on the elliptical and a really good yoga class with MH.
Saturday, marsh walk with Rose. Then into SF for kettlebell turned reformer session with Brigid and Cecilia T. Brigid is really really tight and locked up in her lumbar spine, worse than I knew. Cecilia was very good with her and if I can get Brigid back in we will. Citizen Cake (best fucking lemon bar I ever ate) then the Haight. Back to grandma's where Barry was stashed, ate pizza and watched Cal beat Stanford. Yay !
Long hike with Rose and Ian on Burdell today, good for all of us, even with Ian's Norwegian Death Metal soundtrack; fortunately batteries died on the speaker. Ok bird day, two huge Ravens, Redtails, Coopers Hawk, bunch of woodpeckers. Burdell is a treasure.
In City late tomorrow evening to collect Ian, so late session at Equinox, hope holiday will thin the crowd down and I can put the pieces together for a little while.
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