A few thoughts for today:

He either fears his fate too much,

Or his desserts are small,

That dares not put it to the touch
to gain or lose it all. 
-James Grahame (1612-1650)

"Daring, n. One of the most conspicuous qualities of a man in security."

-Ambrose Bierce (1842-1914?) 

"Be bolde, be bolde, and everywhere, be bolde."

-Edmund Spenser (1552-1599) 

I'm sensing a pattern.

And then she was gone, part two

Sometimes your lovely little bestie is in England.

And it's not fun! (for you)

But it's okay because you cover her favorite song and hunt down everyone who loves her.

You are so loved, Brookie J.

Happy birthday!

Nan

I had fun this weekend.

At:

Goth Prom

 

and

Octoberfest.

 (The "band" was called "The Bratwursts" for the evening)

I love it when Halloween time lasts forever.

Love, llamas, and oops-- no homework,

Banana

type cast?

Why is it exactly that I always play the ill-fated sex symbol?
For example:

 

 Susannah in Joyful Noise back in Hawaii...

 Sibyl Vane in The Picture of Dorian Gray this spring...

And, a week or so ago, I finished being Constance in The Three Musketeers.

Just to name a few.
Well. 

I'd understand if it was just a few times. But I'm all set to play Susannah again this Christmas at the Covey Center (hopefully as a brunette this time). I am honored, of course, but it still makes me wonder...

do directors know something about me that I don't?

You know, Marilyn Monroe said: "Being a sex symbol is a heavy load to carry, especially when one is tired, hurt and bewildered."

Not that I'm really any of those things. But in all these plays I'm always the one loved, left, bruised, abused, used, and, frequently, killed. But at least it's because they think I'm pretty...

um.

Hopefully I'm just a good actor? 

Unfortunately, I know that I'm not, really. 

And that I am a little self-destructive in my love habits. And just sort of generally unlucky. And I keep gravitating towards these things that hurt me so bad and then, well, basically kill me.

And sometimes all it takes is a small tidbit of new information. 
And I'm dead.

Oh well. At least I'm pretty.

Pff,

Banana

the sunset tree

this lovely indian summer we've been having 

has found the pillar house bunnies 

basking in the late summer sunlight on the lawn under the trees.

AllySnack warbles.

Kato reads us interesting facts on her iphone.

And I daydream about pumpkin pie and new running shoes.

But even though the weather has been amazing and good things keep hopping right into my life, the real magic of it all is that, 

well,

for fear of sounding overly sentimental (actually, I don't really care. Watch me), is these little angel people I have here. 

Seriously.

I am so so so lucky to have the friends I have. Friends that make me brush my teeth and share their closets, beds, and other-worldly cheering-up powers and speak with me in an accidentally-developed dialect incorporating baby talk, bunny speak, and overall incomprehensibly incorrect grammar. And they write songs with me and sing them and generally just make my life a happy thing to live.

I guess it can only be summed up thus?

"Oh wonder!

How many goodly creatures are there 

here!

How beauteous mankind is! o brave new

world

That has such people in't!"

-The Tempest,  Willie Shakespeare

Now how 'bout them fall leaves?

eh?

love love love,

Nan.