Woke this morning to find October bearing down upon me like herd of stampeding horses. “Herd” is not right, though. That’s for cattle. It’s morning and my brain is losing words, but you get my drift. I mean a large group of stampeding horses. Or other large animals that stampede. October has come really fast, is what I’m saying.
Where did September go? School started. Some folks at school decided to have conferences and parties every other week. There’s nothing like a series of events to make the days go fast–the present flashes by while one orders food and reserves hotel rooms for the future.
And in the last week, there have been movies and screenings and plays and an out-of-town guest.
The plays have included Cole Porter’s Kiss Me Kate at the Pasadena Playhouse which was impressive but long, and Trip to Bountiful at the Ahmanson Theater which was really lovely and affecting.
The visiting friend was M, from grad school in Tallahassee, who has recently moved back to the states after several years abroad. On Thursday we did a “Hollywood” thing–went to a pre-screening of The Judge, and saw Robert Downey Jr. and Robert Duvall at the Q and A afterward. I never would have expected Robert Downey off-screen to remind me of my brother-in-law, but so it was. On Saturday we went on an overnight meditation retreat at Monrovia Canyon Park. It was meditation-lite, but it was pleasant and the park was beautiful. We went on a hike the next day. Monday I took off work and we took the train down town to the Grand Central Market, which is mostly a really big food court with some produce and chile vendors mixed in, and then we spent a couple hours at The Last Bookstore. And in between and during those things we talked a ton and got caught up on each others’ lives.
And now it’s October first, and the bedroom floor, which I had actually emptied enough to vacuum before M’s visit, is an obstacle course of duffel bags, sleeping bags, and hampers full of un-ironed laundry. And of course, with all the recent excitement, I’m behind on screenplay pages. My goal has been to turn in 10-15 pages a week, and for the last two weeks I’ve averaged 6-7, and I’ve also fallen behind on breaking the story in advance–which is kind of like clearing yourself a path to follow so you don’t have to swing the machete as you write–so I’ve got some brush clearing to do in addition to covering ground.
Guess it should all start with a shower…