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3:35 am
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Yep . . . it has been awhile. So, what shall I say? Shall I say I've been busy attending to my mother who had a stroke while she was visiting me for Chirstmas? Shall I say I'm directing the upcoming play that opens January 25 (the anniversary of my youngest son's death, by the way). Shall I say I'm busy reorganizing the cafe etc., much to my unexpected chagrin? Shall I say I'm also busy organizing Cambria's first ever Jazz Festival? Shall I say I'm bringing mother home from the hospital to stay with me for awhile . . . on the 18th . . .? Shall I say I'm picking up a friend from the airport this coming week to spend a month at our home? Shall I say I've a husband that needs tending to, and my own life that needs tending to . . . shall I say, shall I say?
Well, as usual . . . I'm over my head in all that I take on. And it's definitely all my own doing. No blame placed elsewhere. Plus I'm wanting to finish my book, plus I'm wanting to finish the play I'm writing. Jeez! What the hell is it that makes me take on so much? I haven't a clue. Anyway . . . that's where I am at the moment.
And I feel I can do it all. That's the sad part of it. I really feel I can do it all.
Oh well.
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3:33 am
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| Tuesday, November 27th, 2001
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7:20 pm
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Whew, well now all that's left to do is to revise CAFE DUSTYEFSKY by the First! Invitations to the party are to be mailed in the morning, I know . . . short notice, some already got theirs via email and hand outs, however. And the PPP mailer is done, the rest I'll mail in the morning, Cambria's went out today. Great! As for the play this weekend, I've a few changes to make on the program, but basically I can take a breath of well-needed relief for now.
Jim's at the playhouse, having a meeting. So, I should be (hate that phrase . . . "should be") working on DUSTYEFSKY. AND the second Act of I DON'T REMEMBER. But ICR can wait till after the 1st.
Sooooooooooooo . . . we watched THE COLOR PURPLE last night. Jim hadn't seen it and even though I've seen it at least 10 times, it was just as wonderful this time. He was impressed. The night before he watched GHANDI for the first time. Lots of tears fallin' in COLOR PURPLE. There goes the water retention problem, if there is one.
Christmas, Christmas! Damn! Now my daughter isn't coming as I'd hoped. And of course my sons are too far away . . . Colorado and NOrth Carolina. So, it'll just be my mother for family, along with Jim. I hope Bill and Bernadette are still coming, although I'm sure they'll be disappointed Tami isn't, and might not. Now, who else am I going to invite. Maybe I should invite some people who have nowhere to go. Must think about that. Who would that be?
I wonder if my Aunt Mable could come? I'll ask mother. Aunt Mable's in a rest home. But I think she's able to be in a wheel chair and still has a mind, just can't walk. Wouldn't that be wonderful for her. But it's all the way in Visalia. I must try and figure this one out. I could go get them (Mother and Mable) 2 days before, then take them back to Visalia the day after Christmas. See, it's happening again. I'm thinking in my journal.
Although, I did end up sending invitations for the party, contrary to what I decided in the last journal entry. Decided not to call everyone, after all. I really am not a phone person. Do NOT like to talk on the phone. So, I guess I was afraid of all the possible conversations I'd have to carry on if I called my list. I'm becoming more of a hermit every day, I'm afraid. But then, what's so wrong with that? I used to be out there, for many years. So, it's my turn to be home alone. And I love it!
Oh yes, after I mail all the crap tomorrow, I'm going to work in the garden, planting the new bulbs that arrived from Holland. I'm so excited. Sooooo, that will be fun for me.
I think Jim just came home. Must go downstairs and check out the noises. I hope it's him.
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7:20 pm
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Whew, well now all that's left to do is to revise CAFE DUSTYEFSKY by the First! Invitations to the party are to be mailed in the morning, I know . . . short notice, some already got theirs via email and hand outs, however. And the PPP mailer is done, the rest I'll mail in the morning, Cambria's went out today. Great! As for the play this weekend, I've a few changes to make on the program, but basically I can take a breath of well-needed relief for now.
Jim's at the playhouse, having a meeting. So, I should be (hate that phrase . . . "should be") working on DUSTYEFSKY. AND the second Act of I DON'T REMEMBER. But ICR can wait till after the 1st.
Sooooooooooooo . . . we watched THE COLOR PURPLE last night. Jim hadn't seen it and even though I've seen it at least 10 times, it was just as wonderful this time. He was impressed. The night before he watched GHANDI for the first time. Lots of tears fallin' in COLOR PURPLE. There goes the water retention problem, if there is one.
Christmas, Christmas! Damn! Now my daughter isn't coming as I'd hoped. And of course my sons are too far away . . . Colorado and NOrth Carolina. So, it'll just be my mother for family, along with Jim. I hope Bill and Bernadette are still coming, although I'm sure they'll be disappointed Tami isn't, and might not. Now, who else am I going to invite. Maybe I should invite some people who have nowhere to go. Must think about that. Who would that be?
I wonder if my Aunt Mable could come? I'll ask mother. Aunt Mable's in a rest home. But I think she's able to be in a wheel chair and still has a mind, just can't walk. Wouldn't that be wonderful for her. But it's all the way in Visalia. I must try and figure this one out. I could go get them (Mother and Mable) 2 days before, then take them back to Visalia the day after Christmas. See, it's happening again. I'm thinking in my journal.
Although, I did end up sending invitations for the party, contrary to what I decided in the last journal entry. Decided not to call everyone, after all. I really am not a phone person. Do NOT like to talk on the phone. So, I guess I was afraid of all the possible conversations I'd have to carry on if I called my list. I'm becoming more of a hermit every day, I'm afraid. But then, what's so wrong with that? I used to be out there, for many years. So, it's my turn to be home alone. And I love it!
Oh yes, after I mail all the crap tomorrow, I'm going to work in the garden, planting the new bulbs that arrived from Holland. I'm so excited. Sooooo, that will be fun for me.
I think Jim just came home. Must go downstairs and check out the noises. I hope it's him.
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7:01 pm
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Whew, well now all that's left to do is to revise CAFE DUSTYEFSKY by the First! Invitations to the party are to be mailed in the morning, I know . . . short notice, some already got theirs via email and hand outs, however. And the PPP mailer is done, the rest I'll mail in the morning, Cambria's went out today. Great! As for the play this weekend, I've a few changes to make on the program, but basically I can take a breath of well-needed relief for now.
Jim's at the playhouse, having a meeting. So, I should be (hate that phrase . . . "should be") working on DUSTYEFSKY. AND the second Act of I DON'T REMEMBER. But ICR can wait till after the 1st.
Sooooooooooooo . . . we watched THE COLOR PURPLE last night. Jim hadn't seen it and even though I've seen it at least 10 times, it was just as wonderful this time. He was impressed. The night before he watched GHANDI for the first time. Lots of tears fallin' in COLOR PURPLE. There goes the water retention problem, if there is one.
Christmas, Christmas! Damn! Now my daughter isn't coming as I'd hoped. And of course my sons are too far away . . . Colorado and NOrth Carolina. So, it'll just be my mother for family, along with Jim. I hope Bill and Bernadette are still coming, although I'm sure they'll be disappointed Tami isn't, and might not. Now, who else am I going to invite. Maybe I should invite some people who have nowhere to go. Must think about that. Who would that be?
I wonder if my Aunt Mable could come? I'll ask mother. Aunt Mable's in a rest home. But I think she's able to be in a wheel chair and still has a mind, just can't walk. Wouldn't that be wonderful for her. But it's all the way in Visalia. I must try and figure this one out. I could go get them (Mother and Mable) 2 days before, then take them back to Visalia the day after Christmas. See, it's happening again. I'm thinking in my journal.
Although, I did end up sending invitations for the party, contrary to what I decided in the last journal entry. Decided not to call everyone, after all. I really am not a phone person. Do NOT like to talk on the phone. So, I guess I was afraid of all the possible conversations I'd have to carry on if I called my list. I'm becoming more of a hermit every day, I'm afraid. But then, what's so wrong with that? I used to be out there, for many years. So, it's my turn to be home alone. And I love it!
Oh yes, after I mail all the crap tomorrow, I'm going to work in the garden, planting the new bulbs that arrived from Holland. I'm so excited. Sooooo, that will be fun for me.
I think Jim just came home. Must go downstairs and check out the noises. I hope it's him.
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| Wednesday, November 21st, 2001
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7:45 pm
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THANKSGIVING DAY IS TOMORROW! And I don't have to cook the dinner . . . hooray, hooray! Viv has invited us over, there'll be 10 of us. Her son and his family and his friend's family - a writer of children's books. So, that should be interesting. I'd like to hear all about the book publishing ordeal.
So, tomorrow at 4 pm we're off to a turkey dinner!
Today and yesterday I've spent hours and hours at the computer, designing a double-sided postcard to be mailed to our theatre mailing list . . . which I really enjoy doing. And today I was designing the program to be used at the new show opening this Friday . . . "IT'S DE-LOVELY". A Cole Porter revue. So, it's all done now.
And somehow in the middle of it all, I managed to revise the First Act of "I DON'T REMEMBER" - my new play. It figures. I work best when I'm under the gun, and have deadlines. I do not do well just fidaddaling along. Whatever the word is. Maybe it should be "fiddleing". Fiddle faddleing! I don't know. I know what I mean.
So, now I'm waiting for Jim to return with Chinese food for dinner tonite. Our favorite . . . Chicken Chow Mein. He's certainly been working his arse off this week. The past few weeks actually. But, always the week before an opening is really stressful for him, so much to do. And he manages to do it all. I'm just glad I could take some of it off him . . . the program and the mailer.
And I'll be doing the newsletters again, soon. Just things I can do from home. I certainly do not want to get involved physically at the theatre or the Cafe. I can give whatever support they need from my little studio, up here in the woods. Yep! That's the way it is!
Oh damn! I forgot! I should be working on the invitations for the surprise birthday party for Jim. He'll be 89 on the 4th, but I'm giving him a party on the 5th. Mainly because the Xmas Tree Auction is on the 4th, and everyone will most likely be going to it. Including us. Although I've a beautiful xmas tree up already. Did it this last week. In fact most of my Christmas decor is done. But, now I must get the invitations out for his party. Okay, Rebecca . . . calm down. You've time. You may have to telephone the people instead of sending cards. Actually, I think that's really the best. I'll do that. It just takes too much time to print them all out and then I have to mail them. Yes, I'll telephone everyone. Hey, a journal is a good place to think.
A spider or two bit me this week. I made an appointment to go to the doc and see if I'd live. But, since I'm still alive, I figure why waste the money for an office call. I don't know if I was wise about that. It's still a bit weird. Bit me on my head and neck in several places. Spiders just give me the complete willies. And here I am in the town where Arachnophobia was filmed. Now I know I didn't spell that right. Anyway, I either pulled my neck muscles terribly when I lifted the sections of the tree up into the giant Swan, about 10 feet into the air on a ladder, holding the damn tree at an angle . . . or the spider venom is eating away my neck muscles and tendons. We have the notorious "brown" spider here. Oh dear. Well, we'll see. I just do not like spiders, I don't!!!!! I'm calling the pest man on Monday, and have him spray everything. I shudder at the thought of them crawling around here. And with all the gardens, we've got many many many of them. Again, oh dear!
I've got to go downstairs . . . almost time for dinner.
So, ciao for now . . .
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| Monday, November 5th, 2001
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2:31 pm
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November is here . . . holidays around the corner, Jeez! And I've committed to both holiday cook-ins. Maybe I can convince Jim we should go out on Thanksgiving. Although he says he likes Thanksgiving in. Yuk! The Madonna Inn in SLO does my favorite Thanksgiving thingie. I remember when I worked there years ago, it was always so festive during the holidays, and the food was wonderful! Of course I haven't been there for awhile, so maybe it's changed, but I doubt it. As long as the Madonna family runs it, it'll remain the same. And their daughter Connie seems to be doing a fabulous followup to her dad, Alex.
Anyway, I'm having Christmas here at home . . . daughter Tami's family is coming, hopefully Bill and Bernadette (Tami's aunt and uncle), my mother, and maybe Jim's son and Barbara . . . who knows, the sky might fall, too. I wish my sons could be here, with their wives. We've never all been together at Christmas. Now they're all 'round about 40.
I'm listening to Joni Mitchell. BOTH SIDES NOW, the album. I love the photo on the cover . . . she sitting at a bar, smoking and having a glass of wine. Singing all these wonderful thinking, love songs, sad and otherwise. Right now it's "YOU'VE CHANGED". Love it. And it's great when they put the lyrics in the cover booklet. You can sing with the artist, learn the songs. I hear some Gloria Estevan in her voice. Some real similarities. I think I'm missing singing. I should rig up a microphone and etc downstairs in the living room, just for me. Must do that. Of course then I need my special electronic keyboard, cause I can't change the keys on the piano for myself. Too hard and time consuming. Not good enough. So, keyboard that changes keys and a microphone setup is on my wish list.
Am going to do some more gardening today, and it's 3 pm, so must get out there and do it before the day's gone. I really love working in the gardens. And there's certainly that here. I went to the nursery yesterday (did I spell that right? . . . nersury, nursury, nursary, oh hell! . . . I know what I mean!) And I'm having such fun fixing it all up. I should take some pics and put them up on my website. I finished cleaning out the gazebo, the gardeners almost finished it last week, but I couldn't wait for them to arrive this week. So, it's done. And I'm making it into a get-away for me and my gal-pals, if we want to take "tea" in the garden. GAL PALS? Linda, Babs, Johanna, Allison, Judy, Carey, Sandy . . . who've I forgotten? Actually there are three other places to relax outside. Front & back patios and a veranda up here off my studio (which is on my list to fix). But the gazebo will be fun. And I plan to do my paintings out there WHEN I GET TO THAT POINT later, after I do everything else I want to do around here. So, much to do, so little time. Same ol' same ol'. Anyway . . . off I go.
Daughter Tami made it through the surgery . . . like a champ. I was so worried because I didn't go to San Diego like I promised, to be there for her, but as it turned out she did wonderfully. And it's given my back a chance to heal, which the car trip would have certainly aggravated.
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| Monday, October 29th, 2001
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5:06 pm - SAN DIEGO
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Tomorrow we're driving to San Diego . . . should take about 5 hours, according to Bill & Bernadette. They just returned, I think. Tami told me that's how long it took them, from Cayucos. Daughter Tami is going into the hospital on Wednesday . . . surgery at Noon, so I want to be there.
Jim and I will do some sightseeing while we're that far south, the S.D. Zoo and Sea World. He hasn't seen either. So, I'm excited about that. I love the S.D. Zoo. I think it's the best I've seen anywhere. We haven't made reservations in a hotel, we'll just take our chances we'll find something we like. I think it's more fun that way. I probably should check out stuff on the Internet and see what's available and other things to do while there.
It's been a full month . . . one month married on the 26th, of course Jim forgot our one-month anniversary. I didn't. Typical. Women remember, men don't. I've been working on the house and the yard all month. Doing this and that, cleaning this and that, arranging this and that. Have been having a great time doing it. Just what I needed. And my upstairs studio is sooooooooooo wonderful! I love it. Very private and very comfy. And it doubles as a guestroom, so that's neat. No guests yet, though. Which is okay. I've invited my girlfriend, Carey, from Bakersfield. We've known each other since we were 12 or so. And of course, Mother is going to come over from Visalia for a couple weeks, soon. Probably in the Spring or Summer, or both.
Jim installed the Lone Ranger light fixture in the bathroom up here, and it really looks neat. He designed the wall lamps for the Lone Ranger food chain 30 years ago. It wasn't a successful chain, but he's still got about 15 of the light fixtures in boxes, ready to be put together. Maybe we should sell them on E-bay. We'll have to think about that. Or maybe we should design a western cafe and put them in it. Rebecca, don't repeat that last statement. No no no no no no!!!!!!!!!
I bought a Yoga video yesterday . . . with plans to begin using it today. Hummmmmmm . . . it's still unwrapped. Will have to wait till we return from S.D. now. Or I could do it tonite and tomorrow morning, and take it with me to do in the hotel room. Yes, I could do that. But, will I? Hummmmmm . . .
Well, I must call Jim on the walkie-talkie and see what he's doing. our way of communicating from up here to his study downstairs. Saves him from having to climb the stairs. He gets so out of breath. I'm glad we thought of getting the walkie-talkies. They work great. He's looking for a phone number, that's what he says he's doing. Just talked to him.
He just returned from downtown a few minutes ago. Has been there all day talking with the powers that be about the future of the CAFE. I am definitely OUT OF THAT LOOP!!!! And it's going to stay that way, but I must say it's taking all my strength to keep my mouth shut and not get involved. The best way is to completely stay away from it . . . physically and mentally. Hard to do since I started the thing and was so involved at one time. But, I can't afford to jump back in, and Jim and I both agree on that. It comes between us. We can't work together. Two chiefs does not a happy marriage make.
So, I'll do my thing and he'll do his thing. Whatever. And we'll select simple things to do together, like watch movies, travel, eat, sleep, talk, read . . . shop . . . etc. Fine with me.
Ciao for now . . .
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| Tuesday, October 9th, 2001
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2:52 pm
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Boy, the time got away from me this time, that's for sure. Here I am, a couple weeks married, Sadie the married Lady . . . and I've just come up for air. We're settled in Cambria . . . I'm in a house-frau routine (which I love, by the way, surprise surprise?), and Jim's back into his Playhouse (theatre) routine.
Today I'm moving my computer, etc, upstairs into a room that will be my studio. It's just too crowded and congested in here, in Jim's study. It's his space. I need mine. And mine will be light and airy . . . his is dark and very mannish. So, I'm looking forward to working in the upstairs studio. Fun fun. I haven't picked up my writing yet, but will after I've done a few more things around the house.
Yesterday I planted some flowering plants in the front and back patios, and have just a few more to buy and plant, and that'll be the finishing touches on the patios. It's been fun working with the plants, they'd been neglected of late. Now it's looking good again. The gazebo is on my list to clear out, and do something with . . . right now it's holding all the gardening refuse of several years. Sad to let it get into that condition. But, that's on my list of improvements to make. It's all very fun for me. I'm a garden person . . . love flowers and plants. And of course, with the gardeners help, it's easy and very pleasant to putz around outdoors. And with the housekeeper's help it's fun to putz around indoors. I'm in my element . . .
And I'm cooking too . . . my god! I'm a real domestic these days! Smiles.
Well, must get on to the letter Jim has asked me to write to the San Luis Little Theatre Board of Directors. They're thinking of adding a cafe and pub to their new theater that is on the drawing board. And have asked Jim's advice. We're thrilled they're considering such an endeavor. It'll certainly be a wonderful addition to the SLO community theatre venue.
Ciao for now . . .
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| Monday, September 24th, 2001
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Monday Monday . . . and a fine Monday morn it is! Of course the sun is shining . . . it's Bakersfield! Hot sun. No breeze. I wonder how it'll be in Las Vegas.
Jim has left Cambria, left at 9 a.m., it should take him about 2 to 2 1/2 hours to get here, barring getting lost. I sent him a good map that the RV park has on their web site, so he should be alright.
Well, today begins a new life for me. Part III. (Part I - parental guidance. . . Part II - finding myself . . . Part III - being myself) We drive to Vegas together, staying at The Venetian (pretending we're in Venice, one of my favorite cities . . . we were in Venice last April), and tomorrow we'll make all the arrangements to be MARRIED on Wednesday! Yes, yes! It's true! I'll be Sadie the married lady once again! Yep! And this time will be the best time! We have some wonderful, happy days ahead of us, and I'm very eager to begin our life together.
Being reminded once again, of how short our time is and can be upon this earth . . . (the twin towers) . . . one just cannot wile away the days in anticipation. This is it, folks! This is it! There may never be another opportunity to love and be loved. This is it. No more dallying around and wasting time. Looking for this and looking for that. Sometimes it's right under our noses, and we miss it. Love, that is. So, here we go . . . on a loving adventure . . . that we both want. And I'm so thrilled at what we're discovering these days about each other. He's even reading WOMEN WHO RUN WITH WOLVES . . . one of my "bibles". Ha! I'm totally impressed. He said a couple days ago, "now, I see where you're coming from, and can understand more of what you're all about . . ." Well, that's a biggie for me. He's making an attempt to know and understand me, and in doing so, I'm all the more interested in him and what he feels.
I think my birthday week with him was the clincher. We were so in tune . . . a sample of what it could be if we'd let it and if we'd work at it. So, After two years of our passionate love/hate relationship . . . we're doing the deed! Mr. and Mrs. Jim Buckley! Becky Buckley. Or Becca Buckley. or Rebecca Buckley! Very close to Betty Buckley . . . Broadway! ha ha ha
So, there we are . . . I'm happy!
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| Saturday, September 22nd, 2001
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Here I am in a very warm Bakersfield, Calif. I drove up this afternoon . . . am in an RV park till Monday, possibly. Maybe just till tomorrow, haven't decided. Then off to Las Vegas! Why, Las Vegas? Well, I'll just leave that little tidbit of information til later on in the week. :):):):):):)
But, here I am, with the air conditioner on, had to rig up the computer near the phone line on the pole, which means towards the back of the "bus". But, I managed to figure out how to do it all. I need a longer phone cord, dammit! I knew I should have bought one on the way. But, it's alright, I'm still hooked up to the internet and it's just great. Have to be able to get my email and faxes. What would I do without them. And I couldn't write this in my journal, either, if I weren't online.
This is great. So, nice and quiet . . . I'm going to read a book after I talk to Jim. He's calling from Cambria after he finishes his performance of BARRYMORE'S GHOST on stage tonite. One more weekend of it after this one.
Tomorrow I'll call Jay and Hannah, they live here. Or maybe I'll email them tonite . . . yes, that's what I'll do. Let them know I'm here. David and Trish live here too, but they're in Florida. My high school chum Carey also lives in Bakersfield, maybe I'll give her a call tomorrow. No family this trip. Sister Martha is here as well as nephews, but I'm not going to do the family thing this trip.
Sooooooo, that's where I am at the moment . . . physically and mentally.
Ciao for now . . .
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| Monday, September 17th, 2001
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OKAY . . . I have 3 letters ready to send to Avon Books, Harper Collins, and The Ballentine Publishing Group. All are accepting manuscripts. So, the query letters are ready and I'm going to go through the first 10 chapters of TRAFALGAR today, print them out, and mail them. That's number one priority. Then I'll find more publishing houses. As far as finding an agent . . . I'm wondering if I should even go there at this point. June is pitching the best of the 3 filmscripts I have ready, so maybe that entertainment law firm should be given the chance first. As far as the film scripts go. In the meantime I'll send out the book manuscript. As far as the playscripts are concerned, they're on the back burner. Can't do it all, and I think the book has the best chance of selling at this point. Okay, Rebecca . . . DO IT!!!!!!
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| Sunday, September 16th, 2001
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Happy Sunday . . . my outlook is somewhat brighter today . . . literally, it's sunny outdoors and very warm. So, being a cool weather person, I'm stayin' in! And being the recluse that I am, that'll just suit me fine. But, I think I need to work on that recluse part. I think my life revolves around the computer too much these days. I communicate by computer, I work by computer, I write by computer, I think by computer, I do research on the computer, I practically live on the computer. I've only two phone people in my circle of family and friends, my mother who I've spoken to today . . . she's fine . . . and Jim who I've spoken to today . . . he's fine. Other than the two of them, it's communication via the cyberwaves.
Jim is wanting me to go back to Cambria, and I'm thinking seriously of doing so. We're discussing the changes that have to take place before it happens, though. And before I go, I must find an agent here in L.A. An absolute must. June thinks she has one for us, has talked to a group that may represent us on the one project, and represent her son and herself on other things. But, I want an agent all my very own. My own little agent. Must do it this week!
But, for today . . . I think I'll grab a book for the rest of this afternoon, go out by the pool and read. A romantic novel, if I can find one I haven't read. If the sun's not too hot.
So, ciao for now . . .
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| Saturday, September 15th, 2001
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Well, this past week was a fun time. Jim was here for my birthday and we had a wonderful 6 days. He returned to Cambria last night, and by now I'm sure he's back into the usual swing of things. Tonight he's performing as BARRYMORE'S GHOST on stage, unless it's been canceled due to the recent tragedies inflicted upon this country.
We watched many hours of televised newscasts from Tuesday morning on. My friend Don D. telephoned me that morning, waking me up, to have me turn on the TV. Absolutely shocking, tragic, unbelievable! I couldn't grasp what was happening . . . It was and is the worst I've ever felt. How can a people be so uncaring and evil? It is away and beyond anything I can understand or conceive! And to see the country rally together as it's doing is still another wonderment. Makes one want to go join the armed forces and volunteer in any way one can be used. I wonder if they'll take an aging woman. I'd be happy to do anything.
Anyway . . . today I'm regrouping for the umpteenth time . . . got to get my priorities in order. The RV is up and running once again. All repairs done, and it's back on my friend's property, waiting for me to fire up and move to where ever. Maybe Glendale, maybe . . . maybe . . . maybe???????? I don't know. Lots to think about over the next few days. I just don't know. Right now I'm thinking what's it all for? Why does one work at working so hard, trying to make a living, trying to forge ahead, for what? I wonder. It's all over when we die anyway. What was it all for? Why do I write? What if no one ever reads it? What if it's just a spinning of my wheels for nothing but my own gratification? Isn't that a waste of time? What the hell am I supposed to be doing on this planet? Why am I here? Who cares? Why do I struggle so? Does it really matter? To whom does it matter? I don't know. I'm very very tired. And very very unsettled. And very very confused!
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| Saturday, September 1st, 2001
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4:26 pm
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LABOR DAY WEEKEND . . . today's hotter than H ---! I swam four lengths of the pool this morning and WOW am I ever out of shape. I thought I was going to have a heart attack. I figure if I do that every day and add a couple lengths each day, it'll help the cause . . . my BIOSLIM 2000 program . . . weight loss of course. I'm gonna get skinney if it's the last thing I do! I mean it! And it might be.
I may go to a movie tonite . . . am thinking about it anyway. Am in the mood for a good romantic one. I'd thought I might do that tomorrow, though. So, I don't know. Will decide later. Monday there's a special muscle beach show in Venice . . . 50 years of movie musclemen. Mickey Haggarity will be there . . . the late Jane Mansfield hubby. It might be fun to be on the boardwalk in Venice on Labor Day . . . yea, that's a possibility. A change of pace for me. And will get me away from this computer and household for awhile.
Am feeling a bit antsy, restless . . . finished reading a book this morning. THE VINEYARD, by Barbara Delinsky. I enjoyed reading it . . . a good romantic novel. Now I'll find another one to read, SO maybe I'll do that instead going to a movie tonite. Save the movie for tomorrow.
June's husband Bob reads romantic novels too. So, there's plenty of them around here. We like the same authors. He must read one a day, at least one every two days. And it's ironic that he loves old movies too, the romantic and musical ones. So, he goes from reading the book to watching the movie, then back to reading the book. He can't do much else these days since his auto accident, other than take long walks. Boy, his lifestyle has certainly changed. Can't drive either. Can't eat . . . has to be fed through a stomach tube - liquid food. And here he was a restauranteur all his life, and loved good food. Just another reminder you never know what's around that next corner . . . so you gotta live every day and take a lot of chances, not leaving any stones unturned. So that's what I do. No one will ever be able to accuse me of not taking chances or not doing what I want. Ha!
I remember my dad was always complaining, or rather wishing that he'd done this or that during his life. I heard that so many times I think it truly effected my decisions and choices in life. I remember feeling when I'd hear him repeat it over and over, that I'd never have reason to say that when I grew up. Well, whether or not I've grown up or not is still question, but I certainly can't say I don't do everything I want. And I'll continue as long as I'm able and alive to follow my heart wherever it takes me.
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| Friday, August 31st, 2001
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1:05 pm
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Here it is the last day of August. I must telephone my friend Don D. and wish him happy birthday. Mine is next Friday. And Jim is coming down from Cambria to celebrate with me. We're going to the Shubert to see KISS ME KATE, which I'm really looking forward to and we're having dinner there in the complex at Jade West, one of my favorites. Then maybe we'll go to hear my friend Gary Koon play some good Jazz piano at the Beverly Regent. It'll be fun, and Jim's going to be here for 3 days.
I just finished updating The Pewter Plough Playhouse web site - www.pewterploughplayhouse.com - and now I must work on my new client's web pages - 7 pages I'm creating. Planned to finish it by today, but it looks like it'll be next week before I do.
Here it is a holiday weekend, and as usual I'll be on my computer most of the time. Maybe on Sunday I'll take off and go walk the 3rd Street Promenade, take in a movie and a bite to eat . . . sounds good. Maybe I'll see the new Nicholas Cage movie, a romantic one. Yes! That's what I'll do. Either tomorrow or Sunday. It'll be a mad house on Monday, Labor Day. So, I'll just stick close to home.
Well, I gotta get off here and do some work.
Oh, got the RV moved to the service center, so that chore is taken care of . . . Jim just sent the new license tags, Triple A card, and insurance proof, so I'm all legal again. And my drivers license renewal came. All in the mail yesterday. I hit the jackpot!
Okay, enough, enough! Off I go.
Caio for now . . .
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| Thursday, August 23rd, 2001
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11:22 am
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Thursday already . . . I'm hurrying to meet deadline, have a web page client coming tomorrow to take a look at the preliminary pages I've done for him. So, I want them to be as good as I can make them in this short time. 6 pages.
And we're busy working on the proposal and promo material for the TV & Radio Talk show, have to complete that sometime today. When I don't know . . . time is running out.
AND . . . tomorrow I go to the RV, will try and start it, may have to call Triple A, then I'll move it to an RV service place nearby so they can go over all the electrical and find the problems and fix. After that I'll be moving it to Glendale and we'll use it as our office on the GLENDALE STUDIOS lot, until our office is ready. So, as usual . . . life is very full, very full.
I've a birthday coming up . . . and Jim Buckley is arriving to spend 3 days . . . so that'll be a nice respite from the norm. We'll see some shows, etc etc. Am looking forward to the visit.
Okay . . . back to work.
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| Thursday, August 16th, 2001
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9:35 am
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Good Morning . . . it's a beautiful day here in Brentwood CA, and here I am at the computer, rather than outdoors enjoying the day. I think I'll get out there, go for a walk to Brentwood proper . . . and have a cup of coffee somewhere. There's several wonderful sidewalk cafes dotted along San Vincente . . . so, yes! I'll do it. Need the exercise anyway.
Then I'll return and work on PEACE IN THE VALLEY, also need to think of a new title . . . something more grabbing and jolting. Although the title song is an integral part of the screenplay, and the references to Peace in the Valley are there throughout. So, I don't know. I'll have to think about this. I'll be submitting it within a week . . . to an agent. Hooray! Hooray!
So, off I go. Whoops! Got to get dressed first. Now that's a huge endeavor. The morning toiletry is not my favorite effort of the day. I get so tired of doing my face and hair and deciding what to wear. It's very tiring! I think it all reality, I'm a hermit. Yes, I am. Could do very well stuck in a log cabin somewhere for days on end. As long as I have my computer and a TV and books to read, I'm very very happy!
So, ciao for now.
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