More on that later ……

I say that a lot. Or I should say, I type that in a lot. Then, I do not do any more. Type any more. Give you any more of me, mine, myself. I leave you hanging, maybe wanting more or maybe grateful I have such a short attention span. Both??

If I had something to say this would make more sense. I read blogs created and maintained by people with things to say. Smart people that take the time to create thoughtful, educating, enlightening, useful posts. I learn from them. I grow from them. I plagiarize them on occasion. Example – http://xianrenaud.typepad.com/

Then I do this. I sit here, I have a dozen grand ideas and I start. Pretty soon I have a few thousand words of babble that confuses even me. What the, where the, how the ……….. (favorite expletive goes here – more on that later) I have tried to say it all aloud while I type to make sure it makes some kind of sense. Not such a good idea. I have tried to type standing up. Not sure why or where that thought came from. Just snuck in my noodle with some other random thought. I have tried to write in word as I am inspired and then cut-n-paste. I have even asked for editing advice and input. Nada.

So this is going to be a blast of general information to bring you up to date because for some really strange reason, I think you want to know. Details, too follow. That is to say, More on that later!

Nov. 15th, day after I included the comment, “I have a dead end day job that keeps me living in doors”, I was laid off for what I assume was because business was slow. Mr. business owner did not tell me. In fact, he did not tell me anything more than, “Oh yea, I can’t use you any more.” “As of when?” I ask. “Uhm, now.” he says, walking away. He started with, “Oh yea,….” as if it had just at that moment came back to him. Like, “Oh yea, I need to stop for butter on the way home.”

The show I am in, a Christmas / holiday themed thing, is coming along nicely. Not really my style, a bit too over the top for me. I would not see it but I am getting into playing in it. Have been distracted so not as much fun as theater usually is. Come see it. Me in a big diaper and sombrero. Worth price of admission right there. http://www.cabrilloplayhouse.org

The moon has been unbelievably beautiful that last two nights! WOW. What seems a life time ago I stood in parking lot with a friend and my telescope. She likes the moon. It was the first time she had seen it like that. Through a fairly decent device on a clear night, full, bright and lovely. She cried. I have never looked at the moon the same since.

The Week. A magazine that condenses the past week of news into a clear, concise, pretty unbiased set of pages. Some humor and an awesome quote section. I am a week behind in my Weeks. Still, I will eventually be on the same day as you all are.

Thanksgiving. I went to bed Wednesday all prepared to get up and be miserable and gloomy the entire day Thursday. What a whining little punk. I spent a few hours in the theater getting some stuff in order, finished. Little Turkey man! (More on that later. I really need to learn how to put pictures in here) What I ended up doing was having two fantastic meals with two fantastic groups of people. Deep fried first round and bar-b-qued second round. Oh my! I am so blessed to know the people I do. To be included in their events, invited into thier homes, loved by them for real. Pretty darned unconditionally too. Amazing. Green jello mold – mmmmmmmmm

“I would maintain that thanks are the highest form of thought; and that gratitude is happiness doubled by wonder.”
G. K. Chesterton (Quote provide by Pastor Tod Bolsinger of San Clemente Presbyterian Church – thank you!)

Sneaking up on six months sober and the holiday was not a problem. Did cross my mind that some of those wines would have tasted great. That was all, no desire or stress. All is well.

Already signed on to do another play. Hello and Goodbye by Athol Fugard. Heavy, deep, dark and all with a South African accent. No matter where you live on this globe, come see this show! I get to play with a great friend and amazing actor, Sherryl Wynne. FINALLY! Oh yea, if you know any South Africans in So Cal, I need a coach! http://www.theorangecurtaintheater.org. Opens in Jan.

I fixed the bathroom door.

I poached some plumaria, red!

Thank you Christian for being my best friend.

Been to John Wayne and LAX on the same day. Thanksgiving week. Car pool ballast. I have found a place, finally.

Reading The Polar Express to a bunch of children today after long ass day of tech rehearsal. When will I learn to say no? Does anyone know how to teach me to say no?

OK – I’m done. Not clear, no detail? More on that later…………… or take the damn initiative and ask. I think you know what I am thinking. I do. Really. So there.

Peace, Ant-Knee

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