Away From Me

Away From Me

I miss you

you are away from me

leaves me

stubborn to company

leaves me

bewildered by aloneness

you are away from me

I miss you

our last goodbye

our final curtain call

leaves me

arrested by surrender

leaves me

inflamed by madness

I miss you

you are away from me

too far

too long

you are away from me

you are away from me

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I am all aflutter.  This coming Saturday I have planned a fabulous artist date for myself.   Fresh air, food, daydreaming, writing and live theatre.  I bought myself a ticket to see ‘Glace Bay Miner’s Museum’ at Neptune Theatre.  Just me.  When I worked at Eastern Front Theatre, ‘Glace Bay Miner’s Museum’ (an award winning play by the uber talented Wendy Lill and based on a short story by the indelible Sheldon Currie) was the first show of my tenure.  I was fortunate enough to see it in Parrsboro at Ship’s Company Theatre onboard the old MVKipawo.  It was spectacular, the cast, the direction, the writing, everything.  I watched it every night at Alderney Landing Theatre while working and I never once grew tired of the compelling story, told so eloquently, the Cape Breton style music and remnants of home, Atlantic Canadian storytelling and talent at their finest.  Nothing compares, really.

I’m excited to attend and support Mary Vingoe’s direction once again and a story that’s deserves to be shared and absorbed by many.  Live theatre is spectacular, it is in that very moment and it is exhilarating and knowing the hard work, passion and dedication it takes to mount (or re-mount) a show, it is so inspiring and moving.

I’m happy to report that for the most part, the grump is gone.  I’m still feeling some residual effects and perhaps some of that is PMS but the sun is shining which is always a blessing and I’m having dinner with a dear friend after work so that’s always a bonus.  I mostly look forward to a good night’s sleep tonight.  I haven’t been sleeping very well and I hope to kick insomnia in the shins and send it packing.  I have a bottle of red wine home sitting on the counter, leftover from the weekend.  Might be wise to pop the cork and have a nip before tucking myself in.  Fine, you’ve twisted my arm.

Hope your Tuesday is fair.

In propinquity,

Nic