We loaded them early, in the rain.
Mills ready to roll. He drove so I could write. Thanks, man.
You can never have too many coolers.
Back home, ready to cut and package. Mills with helper. You could call this photo Establishing the Source of Chicken Soup.
Been doing the presbyopia thing for a few years now (those are my “cheaters” in the photo above…one bow, good to go), but after a month-or-so break from the road I did a speaking engagement this week and discovered much to my chagrin that suddenly I can’t quite make out the words in my own books even when the book is resting on the podium at a decent distance.
Tick-tock…
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Last night’s premiere was a lively one, with an unexpected comedic moment when I opened the show by failing to light about four matches in a row whilst quoting Homer. Favorite part of the show for me? Sitting backstage mid-show, listening to a gung-ho crowd react to my fellow players. After watching how hard they worked all week to bring this together, it was nice to hear them rewarded by the folks in the seats.
Upshot of this show? I can now give you a nice little five-minute mini-history of the Fresnel lens.
Fed the pigs a mix of hog feed and curdled goat milk. In the background you can hear Anne Murray singing on the pickup truck radio. It was tuned to WCFW, where FM means Fine Music.
For this upcoming performance, and this. Nervous, because I want to do well and honor the tent and those who created the work. But it’ll also be fun. Yessir. Rehearsed in the empty tent last night, mmmm, scent of canvas, sound of windblown flaps…
My eldest daughter has promised to help me get the memorization down.
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