I haven’t had a lot of time, and I am sorry for how late this post is. I have been busy getting ready to move in a week. A WEEK!!! Crap. I am SO not ready.
The Renaissance Festival has started. One weekend down, six to go. The new fishmonger character is going swimmingly. Every time I turn around, I get another idea. Like life preservers. I just now thought of that. Some one get me a giant wooden dough nut and some rope.
And I am not feeling pressured into anything. Deciding to not worry about my character and just go with the flow has been the best idea I’ve ever had. My time taking improv classes at BNI have been worth it on so many levels. The improvement to my street performance has been just one.
I gave out fish eyes.
I paddled through the crowds.
I worked gate.
I broke for parade.
I sang with a lovely lady.
I marshaled fights.
I played with beautiful people.
I vilified the hell out of that show.
No seriously. Vilification on the first weekend always kind of flounders a little. I had about a half a match of adjustment, and then, it was effin’ ON. You see this stage? This one, that you want? You can’t have it. It’s MINE bitches.
In that list, I forgot hugs. I hugged people. Always with a invitation, arms spread out, and let them come to me. I need a catch phrase to go with it, but that was a very rewarding bit.
In the above paragraphs are several fish-related expressions. See if you can find them.
But I haven’t had much time to dwell on fest. Babies have been born. Many welcomes to Kieran Patrick William, son of Angelo and Suzanne, who arrived on the stroke of midnight (00:00:00) on Wednesday, August 20th. And I am throwing a tantrum because I have not had time to meet him.
‘Cause I’m moving. In a week. Time is a funny thing. I’m not entirely certain I believe the 4th dimension is a straight line. That, or I just like folding things too often. But I had months, now weeks, and now I am down to days before moving and I am not where I wanted to be with it all. I’m fairly certain it will all happen. But there is something about time that is just plain wonky.
“The funniest thing about time is when it doesn’t. I’ll leave that hanging there for the moment, and let you age while the shadows don’t lengthen, if you see what I mean. …Now, while the Cycle doesn’t turn, and the year doesn’t fail, and the day gets neither brighter nor darker, we begin to see things with a new perspective.”
-Yendi, Steven Brust
Even though he’s barely 2 days old, Kieran has all the time in the world. He has his whole lifetime ahead of him. Is his massive amounts of time because he hasn’t had any, and so he is owed? Is it because he has so many more days ahead of him? Is it because he has no use for time? Or is it because he just doesn’t think about it?
At Fest, I have all the time in the world. Maybe it’s because I’ve decided not to worry about it. That I will simply play and be in the moment and let things happen that will happen. But in my own life, time is suddenly running out. Maybe I could go back to not worrying about it. Just letting it happen. Maybe… the less I worry, the more time I’ll have.
Maybe time really is all about perspective.
