In my ideal/dream world, I say to my builder, we need to gut this whole flat out, re-do the bathrooms the kitchen, rip out the carpeting, re-wire to hang lights more strategically.
No, says my builder firmly. If you want to do all that, I'm not taking on this job!
***
I'm not sleeping much these days. I'm too fired up. I'm eating well though.
I have to keep fortified in production.
***
Last Friday, I called for help.
I felt an immense fatigue, suddenly overwhelming.
What's wrong, Baby?
Nothing.
Don't say, "nothing"… Why are you crying?
Why do you always treat me like I have balls of steel?
Huh? Baby, how do you want to be treated? That's the kind of energy you give off!
***
To relax, I visit my new neighbour.
For where there is love, there will always be a way.
***
Act 2 is about tension, suspense, conflict, heightened drama. Production notes for Act 2 reads like this-
Cue 1: Enter downstage left, wallpaper creeping across storage closets.
Go, Cue 2: Grandfather's scrolls to uncurl upstage.
***
And then he brought his grandfather's paintings...
So when the nuts and bolts for bed-assembling did not arrive on cue, I took one look at the paintings, and thought- scene change! Improvise!
Throw on a new set of sheets, adopt a Japonaise stance (low to the ground), arrange Grandfather's paintings as a duet.
Voila!
Life is but a bed of, roses.
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