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So, here I am.

June in Dana Point – the place I went to high school - means overcast, grey mornings “socked in by the fog” as my mother used to say.  June in Bakersfield usually means oppressive heat, vapors rising from asphalt to make mirages, puddles that can not be leaped into after all.

Today – the first Monday in June, 2007, I am recovering from a Theatre-filled weekend.

From the final two performances of “A Streetcar Named Desire” to working on the set for “Canvas: The 20^th Annual One Act Festival” at BCT to auditioning for the Kern Shakespeare Festival and The Music Man to rehearsing “I wait for sleep” and watching rehearsals for “Old Friends” and “The Script.”  Just reading all of this makes me want to crawl back into bed.

I loved working on the set, though. It was like my meditation for the weekend. And watching Fred work was pure poetry in paint.

I try, but my hand does most of the work....

Alas, it is also the beginning of Summer vacation so I am navigating the home front with frustrated children, including one I am sensing is about to send me an angry instant message.

Thus begins June, 2007.