In which D. walks and talks like an Egyptian, and I shift into recuperation mode

D’s school play audition had two complications. First, they had a TV news camera filming them, which made him self-conscious (no, alas, he didn’t get to be on TV again, but two classmates did), and second, two of his friends convinced him that the line he’d prepared was a “girl’s line,” so he went with one he hadn’t practiced. (The “girl’s line” was more of a king’s line, as in Gilgamesh, as far as I could tell.) Between those two factors, he wasn’t happy with his performance on the memorized line part of the audition, though he did fine with the singing part. Oh well! Results next week, maybe. Bigger parts = more work, including more work for mom, so if he has a moderate-sized part, I won’t mind at all. I’d sure love to see him dressed as a pharaoh.

I am resolved to spend tomorrow doing only fun things (other than the final review of my proposal). I got started already this evening – during D’s basketball practice, I had three (!) longish conversations, then went on a nice walk in the dark, buying an apple at Sundance then eating it while strolling through the neighborhood where J. did house-sitting, then back past the Indian restaurant, then westward next to the big fields at the northern end of Amazon Park, with a nice view of the stars.

Next, I’m going to find something wonderfully fluffy to read. Either more Edgar Rice Burroughs, or possibly some Mary Stewart. Or, just maybe, The Ruby in the Smoke.