Yes, I Saw What I Saw...

It was late and I was tossing in the lovely firm bed at the house where I am staying in Woodstock, VT. A cat lept onto the bed and nuzzled against my side. I put my arm around the cat and it nibbled at my hand. Then off it went. The whole thing was a blur.

In the morning I asked my hosts if they had a cat. Well, we used to, they said. She died. Was she grey? Yes, and they showed me a picture. Totally creepy -- I think I was visited by the ghost of their cat. And yet not creepy -- it didn't feel creepy at all while it was happening....

Back on Stage

I had the rare treat of really acting on Sunday: being onstage with someone who gave and took. It was marvelous, and, perhaps unfortunately, rewhetted my appetite for being onstage.

The event was a concert of songs with texts by Joan Rudel. The music was written by two faculty members and one other composer. I only had one number, but it was part of a set, a confrontation between Adam and Eve, post-Eden (and waaaaaaaaaaay updated). So we staged it, with me sulking on a stool while Eve grilled me for my drinking and smoking and not listening and then rising to push back with my complaints about her selfishness. It was painful, and thrilling. I don't get to be that open and vulnerable very often, and onstage is the best place to open up like that (I don't want to think about the implications of that, other than knowing that my home is the stage!).