Ahh. Everyone is still asleep. For a few more minutes anyway. As much as I love Seth and Juli, this part of the morning is favorite. Always has been. It doesn't matter if I was waking up in New York City or Alaska. There's something about being awake when most everyone else is still asleep or maybe it's because it's a new day with new possibilities...or it could just mean responsibilities haven't kicked in it!
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I don't know if it's the gray skies or simply the events of the past week, but today is one of those melancholy days where everything feels as if it's going at about a tenth the speed things usually go and I'm just fine with it.
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No, not from me. A few weeks ago Seth and I visited a social worker at the Actors Fund who specializes in "money wellness." I instantly liked her and felt she would be a great resource for us on many levels. She has not proved me wrong.
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I was going to do a whole post about our trip to the allergist last week. I still will--it was a doozy--but it'll have to wait until next week. I didn't write yesterday and wanted to jot down a few things now.
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Summer travel is over...well, almost. We got back from the Pennsylvania countryside yesterday, but on our way out Andrea McArdle called Seth and asked if he would play for her this weekend in Philadelphia, so we'll be on the road again for the weekend. It's close and there's a lot of fun things to do in Philly so why not? Just Saturday night. Anyway, there's lots to say and it'll probably take all week to report back, but here goes...
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So, it's Monday morning and I'm hoping it's going to be a great week...because the last few days since Juli has been back have not exactly been fun-filled. It's not that we haven't done fun things together and I'm not glad she's back, but as I told my sister last night, I do feel like I'm paying the price for Juli's stay with her.
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An hour late, but Juli's plane got in last night at 8:00. Seth put together a little suprise for her and had a "Welcome Home" banner up and some pink balloons above her bed. With all the excitement of being back, she didn't get to sleep until 11:30, but she was up at 7:30--as Seth found out, because I was returning the rental car and going to the gym, expecting them both to be still asleep when I got home!--so hopefully tonight, we'll be back to the 8:30 bedtime routine and all will be right with our little world.
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Seth and I left Provincetown before 9 yesterday and made it back by 4pm. I was tired and didn't want to fool with double parking, having people honk at us while we quickly got our stuff out of the car, then drop off the rental car and walk the 10 blocks home. So...we visualized having a parking spot right in front of our building--something that has never happened whenever we've gotten a car. And sure enough, there was a spot. We were in luck! Sometimes that's all it takes. A little visualization for what you want.
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Ok, I'm literally running out the door for Seth's show he's doing tonight here in Provincetown. I've been swamped with work and have not had the time to write. I've got 5 minutes! YIKES! Long story short about the phone calls...
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There's not a lot you can do when a family crisis erupts over a thousand miles away...especially when you're on vacation (working or not). I've tended to get such calls from either my sister or my mom while I was on vacation throughout my 20s and 30s. I remember being at the bottom of the Grand Canyon long ago and talking on the lone pay phone down there at Phantom Ranch trying to coax my mom or my sister (I don't remember which) out of a crisis. In many ways, they became interchangeable over the years--their cries for help. It's happened when I was in L.A. visiting my then-boyfriend, after docking in Galveston, yet still on the ship, after a relaxing 5-day cruise. The calls usually were from one talking about how the other had hurt them. All the time, I was wishing and often times encouraging them to get therapy--both individual and family. I love them both and wanted their pain to end. Those pleas from me netted very mixed results.
I'd like to say the cruise from last month---the wonderful vacation we all took together--resulted in a permanent moratorium on such calls. This weekend in Provincetown proved me wrong.
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