Wednesday, July 31, 2013
Monday, July 08, 2013
"Which ocean?" I asked excitedly. I was already recalculating my plans for the day as the still heat of the Villa Grande air was started to get to me. I was wilting. And you know what they say, if you can't take the heat....get out...
"Um, the Pacific Ocean," she responded quizzically.
I laughed at my error. "I mean, which BEACH?"
And that was that. It hadn't even occurred to me to visit the coast initially during my stay at her mom's place during our Fourth of July holiday. But all of a sudden I had a new plan to hit up all the beaches South of the town of Jenner off Highway 1 in that very moment.
"You might want to come back this way on your way home. If you drive down the coast, it will take you much longer" she warned me.
Yes, I thought dreamily, it will take me much longer... .. all the better to see the beaches with my dear...
Shortly after, I said my goodbyes to her family and I hightailed it out to my first destination. About 15 minutes later I had arrived.
As I stepped out of my car I felt the cool breeze usher me in. I inhaled in the crisp air and let it fill up my lungs- but it wasn't long before I started to notice that the air was a little too cold, a little too windy, and my black hoodie sweatshirt didn't seem to insulate me enough from the big gusts that whipped my hair all around. This beach doesn't have a cliff to shield the visitors from the wind, so it just lets it rip. After walking the shore for about seven minutes, just when I started to feel this beach visit was a total bust, I saw an older couple carrying sticks and looking for something amongst the pebbles in the sand. They were up to something.
"Whacha looking for?" I probed.
The man looked at me and held a small piece of light green rock in his palm. "See this?" He said. "It's sea glass. Pretty rare to find, but sometimes it just jumps out at you."
Sea glass, hmmmm....you don't say. Now, up to this point I had only be known for my obsession with looking for the perfect seashell, which is almost impossible to find out here on the West Coast, but sea glass? Now, that could be a new obsession. Especially since it's rare. It's like looking for buried treasure and I just love me a good buried treasure! So I joined them. About 15 minutes later, when I couldn't take the cold anymore (Goldilocks anyone? Theresa is too hot, Theresa is too cold), I had managed to pocket a few small pebbles of sea glass myself.
Feeling accomplished I walked back to my car, emptied out the sand in my shoes and waved goodbye to Goat Rock Beach. For this was only the beginning.
I made a right turn and headed South on Hwy 1. I wasn't getting wifi out in these parts so I decided to let the road signs direct me. It wouldn't take long before I would arrive at my next destination.
Now as pretty as this place is, don't let the name fool you. There were no shells to be found. Merely tide pools that didn't offer a lot of scenery in the way of wildlife but instead just contained small children who were splashing themselves around in them. However, the main reason why I picked this beach as my next stop was not only because of its deceptive name, but also because its trail was clearly the shortest distance from my car.
That's right, you read me. Seven dollars to visit this beach because it was a campground. I slowly backed out of the parking lot, shook the dust off my sandals, wished them well, and sped off. See ya.
The next stop was literally only a parking lot and not a public beach at all. I did a drive by.
Tuesday, July 02, 2013
Seriously, I don't know how moms with young kids have the energy to write. The discipline to write. I get up and go to work and then go to the gym and then I am done. But that's not an excuse. I must write.
I guess I should try setting the alarm earlier and actually getting up when it goes off. I owe that to myself.
What's been going on in my head lately?
Confessions of a Late Bloomer
I need to write another solo piece (not an extension of Cat Nanny) and eventually write it up to 60 minutes. Tales of a Fourth Born. Something like that. The humor of birth order and how our perspective is shaped by it. I think I need to go through all my old blogs that are late bloomer themed and see if I can weave them together.
Solo Workshop at The Marsh in SF
Considering taking this workshop at the Marsh in August. I think it's like 10 weeks or something and then there is a performance at the end. Hmmmm, maybe. Will check out their class performances in late July.
Audition for Another Show
Don't know if I am right for Rachel Bublitz' Babies: The Ultimate Birth Control, but I might as well give it a shot. I sure know that the sound of loud crying babies does the trick for me.
Online Writing Workshop
I am taking this online writing class, but I am not as active on it as I should be. Not all the writing prompts turn me on, but I think that's okay. It's about weeding out all the other stuff and getting to the good part.
Fourth Born at the Fourth Of July
Going up to a friend's place for the Fourth of July. Maybe I will get a funny story out of it.
Thursday, June 27, 2013
Writing Prompt #3 for my online writing workshop:
Thursday, June 20, 2013
Writing Prompt #2 in my online writing course.
Where Were You This Week?
Downtown Martinez. It takes an important event to bring me back to the place where I grew up. And even though Martinez is only a half hour away from Oakland without traffic (aka the Caldecott Tunnel), it’s like a different world when you finally arrive. I went to the Martinez Marina this past Saturday with some of my family to celebrate Father’s Day. It was something my parents wanted to do, and so I picked up my 89 year old grandmother in San Leandro, (the only other Alameda County resident in my family), and hightailed it out to Contra Costa County. Past the tunnel and six freeway changes later, Grandma and I arrived at my parents' doorstep.
Monday, June 17, 2013
What if I were to tell you that….
I am addicted to the online game Candy Crush Saga? Would you judge me? What would you think if I told you that it was sucking all the data out of my data plan and I can’t seem to stop playing it anyway? Do you even know what Candy Crush Saga is? Do you? It’s an online game that is similar to another game called Bejeweled I think. Anyway, I just got my sister hooked on it this past weekend and I guess you could say she is in the cult now. What would you think if I told you that I have spent money from time to time to play this silly little game? Would you think that I am somehow, subconsciously trying to make up for another area in my life? Trying to distract myself? Am I avoiding something? Would you diagnose me? Or would you say to me the one telling phrase that let’s me know you are addicted to it as well?
“What level are you on?”
What level am I on? What would you think of me if I told you that I am currently on level 245? What is the highest level you ask? I dunno. Three hundred and something I guess. I am already at 90 percent of my data capacity on my Verizon smart phone and my bill isn’t due until the 4th. Perhaps it’s time for an intervention.
So what would you do? Would you tell me to get a life? Or would you tell me what level you are on?
Wednesday, June 05, 2013
I did a solo piece back in April, along with five other women's solo peformances that sold out every weekend of our run, so now we have added two additional dates for next week!
I hadn't done theatre in 17 years so my stress level and adrenaline was up pretty high. I am hoping the second time around I will not be so stressed out. Energy up, but not to the point of fatigue.
In the meantime, I dust off my script, pull the props out of my cat-bag and get back into character. It will be interesting to see how I feel afterwards. I would like to work up to a 60 minute show eventually (my current piece is only 11 minutes) and I want to learn how to not fry myself mentally.
So, if you haven't already seen the show...come out next week if you can!
NOTE: I go on first, so if you plan on attending...don't be late! But again, one should nevah be late for the theatre! Nevah!!! Hope to see you guys there!
WOMEN IN SOLODARITY: CAT LADIES!
Directed by Rachel Bublitz
The show features female solo performances in honor of our quirky obsession with cats. This show, which was produced in association with the International Home Theater Festival, is All Terrain Theater's second showcase dedicated to promoting the work of female Bay Area theater artists.
Mon, June 10 & Tue, June 11 @ ...8pm
PURCHASE TICKETS ONLINE: http://www.brownpapertickets.com/event/390190
This performance will be held at a private residence in Central Berkeley. Reserve your tickets for the address to our venue. Please note that there are cats and a dog on the property, though pets will not be present during the performances. The show is approximately 90 minutes and is wheelchair accessible.
PUSSY: TEASER EDITION - Written & Performed by Maura Halloran
CAT NANNY 911 - Written & Performed by Theresa Donahoe
KITTY'S PRESCRIPTION - Written by Patricia Milton Performed by Martha Rynberg
THE METAMORPHOSIS - Written by Carol Lashof Performed by Heather Kellogg
IT'S NOT YOU, IT'S ME - Written by Rachel Bublitz Performed by Ramya Vijayan
MISSING: A CAT PLAY- Written by Susan Sobeloff Performed by Colleen Egan
THE LIBRARIAN WHO WAS ALLERGIC TO CATS- Written by Tracy Held Potter Performed by Colleen Egan
Stage Management by Chelsey Little
Produced by All Terrain Theater and The Downward Dog in association with the International Home Theater Festival.