Well, I went to work today, not to work, but to put up a theatre-library display, due to a collaboration between institutions, library and theatre, and ended up helping patrons and talking to visitors and just hanging out! Indoors. Because it was freezing outside, still is, and now it's snowing again. Poop! Maybe March is the cruelest month.
This picture has the stage manager in it, who played a lot of bagpipes last night.
The play is
Tiny Beautiful Things, adapted by Nia Vardalos (
My Big Fat Greek Wedding) from the book by Cheryl Strayed. So, book and playscript are in the display, along with various versions of
Wild, and a bunch of nonfiction books that relate to the topics* in the letters that people wrote to Strayed when she was Sugar for the Dear Sugar column of
The Rumpus. Already, many of the young people I talk with have already read the book and are delighted and surprised to learn about the play!
Tiny Beautiful Things, the tv series, drops April 7 at Hulu.
*including This Body I Wore, by Diana Goetsch, mentioned in this blog entry (where I lost my car).
When I got home, I also didn't work, meaning do any housework, making it a Slattern Day in the blog. As usual it is also a Poetry Someday, as I wrote two morning poems, one on my chalkboard, to a mouse I found dead in a trap this morning by the refrigerator (sorry, Mouse!) and one in a Lenten online workshop where lately I have been doing mostly prose, so a poem was a nice surprise. I did catch up on some computer work. Sigh... Tough week of hospital visits for my dad, so I was staying with my mom, therefore. Lost a little sleep. For escape...and because we saw the season finale of
The Last of Us, I am reading
World War Z. I am hoping the mouse does not reanimate.
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