DEMETRIUS, P. 5!

Way cool:

Jen and I were talking on the phone today -- she's out of town for a few weeks -- and she said, "Guess who called me today."

"Who?"

"Demetrius."

!!!!!

He called her and left a voice message.

We'd both been wanting to call him, but nervous about it -- so we were going to talk with friends who were more "in the know" first.

But then Dee beat us to it.

Rock on.

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Check Out The Shrew

No, not that one.

This one:

The Taming of the Shrew opens tonight "In the meadow at the Evergreen Museum and Library." Yup, it's outdoors, so bring your lawn chairs or blankets, your picnic basket, and some nicely chilled vino or brew, and have yourself a grand time!

Frankly, Heidi, I Don't Give a Shrew

We're getting to the tail end of rehearsals for Taming of the Shrew at Baltimore Shakespeare Festival. Moving from our indoor rehearsal space to the outdoor space, it's been frenetic. Sweaty, too, rehearsing outdoors on a balmy Baltimore afternoon. We open Friday the 18th.

And then some crazy days to come, for whilst
This Shrew doth show, once more I'll in the breach,
Rehearsing Midnight and Magnolias, yay,
At Wayside Theatre, though eventually
We'll play at nearby Shenandoah U.,
And open on the day of August Eight.

Whew.

Oh, and just so you know, I was recently cast in Heidi (the musical, based on the book), at Imagination Stage -- that'll be next spring.

At this very moment, the local weather is playing a suitable accompaniment: via the open window I can hear a pleasant, steady rain.

Demetrius, P.4

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New update. The latest news I have is via a voicemail message, so I can only be broad right now. Still, worthwhile info:

Dee is out of ICU, as of maybe 2 weeks ago. Good, of course.

And he is now conversing, quietly. That's excellent: that sort of communication, so I hear, is a "higher function." To put it poorly, when an injury happens to an organ, functions generally come back "online" lower to higher, lower being the more necessary functions, breathe, eat, etc., higher more like, "dude, where's my comic books?" Not that he's specifically called me and asked me that yet, but supposedly now we might be able to broach that subject.

More news, hopefully, soon.

Keep praying, knocking wood, etc. I won't be content 'til Dee and I take a jog to the local coffee shop, where we'll play chess and talk about women, music, and mouse-traps (long story).