Friday, the thirteenth (oooh) we participated in the Spirit Walk, as a family. I played Mrs. Rouse, a woman in 1883 with thirteen, count 'em, children and a husband (oddly his name was John) off with the war. I had considerably fewer lines than in Peril, which was fine by me. We sold out and had to turn people away! We did eleven shows that night, all twenty-five of us. It was a surprise to me as I thought I had to wait two years, at least, to be "on stage" again.
now ... here's hoping all the packing and moving goes as well this week. Soon I shall have to compose Ode to a Firehall.
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