Of necessity, I’ve resigned from Temple Theatre’s production of Flaming Idiots.
It’s the latest in a string of recent resignations … Center Stage in July, the opera before that. Now this.
When I was a kid, my parents signed me up for everything imaginable … altar boys, swimming, trumpet, piano, YMCA basketball, boy scouts … and I quit all of them without distinction. My mother’s second-favorite nickname for me, right after “hot house flower,” was “quitter.”
For most of my adult life, I’ve considered myself to be an extremely reliable person. A follower-through. Now I’m forced to consider the possibility that I’ve become a chronic short-timer.
On a more positive note, maybe I’ll get to go to Bar Harbor this year after all, provided I feel road-worthy by end of October. I do miss the sound of the waves breaking on the big rocks.
My friend Michael’s father died September 2. The funeral will be this Friday and I’ll go to show my support. Of Michael. I didn’t know his father. It will be the second funeral I’ve ever attended, the first being my mother’s 2006 funeral mass, which wasn’t a funeral really, rather a mass in her honor followed by a reception.
It’s taken me almost a half century to figure out what “show my support” means, and why shows of support matter so much to everybody involved.
What’s up with China and the UFOs? Five of the 21 pieces I’ve posted to Pimp My Reality since July 12 have been about UFO sightings in China. UFOs causing flight delays, mainstream astronomers saying UFOs are real. And People’s Daily reporting all of it without a twitch or a snigger.