ZENsane

At left, a sidewalk near the Opera House.

It's hard to know what to say.

I've been rehearsing a lot and trying to write material for the play-- a process we've all been encouraged to participate in. I've been learning how to play with others.

I am discovering why I have been a Solo Act for so long, Glinka-ing away in my own private drama. It is hard to play with others!

It's kinda sorta coming together, but I still don't know how it's all going to turn out.

Hope all y'all are well...

Location, location, location...

I am wondering if this blogging obsession may be finally coming to a natural end for me. Sort of like "Will & Grace" finally leaving the air.

I don't know, I'm just putting it out there-- the usual restless feelings. I am making the effort to live more in the "real world" and spend less time on the computer. I feel bad about not visiting my other online friends regularly, even if you all are still in my thoughts.

I don't want to disappear, like other bloggers and AOL-Jers have in the past, just maybe morph in some new direction.

I spent Memorial Day Weekend in Indianapolis, Indiana... I was there for a big convention of my *Spiritual Program of Recovery*. Folks: I have never been to the Midwest before! I unfortunately did not see much, was mostly just in this hotel/conference center on a highway flanked by one strip-mall after another and a bunch of hospitals and rehab centers. I have come to find out that Indianapolis is nicknamed "Indian-no-place" and I understood why.

I discovered (see accompanying photo) that I could rent a 2-bedroom apartment in this lovely locale for hundreds less than what I'm paying for a small studio in Frisco. Not a big surprise.

The Indy 500 was happening that weekend, but I did not have anything to do with that, even though there was an optional field trip to attend this pre-event parade with the cars and marching bands and local politicians and minor celebs and all.

I almost bought a very cheesy Indy-500 T-Shirt at this airport souvenir shoppe I was killing time in, but I came to my senses in time to walk out of there without dropping twenty bucks on something that would have sat in my closet unworn.

The plane travel, transferring through Chicago's O'Hare airport, was nightmarish. Major delays, no food, abysmal movies (Big Momma's House???!!!-- coming and going???!!!) ... I saw Chicago from the air, very beautiful city, and I liked the airport, but it turned out to be a big mistake choosing to fly through there during summer thunderstorm season! Why didn't I consult with Mrs. L. first???

I am still processing all kinds of stuff that came up at the convention.

Good, bad, painful, wonderful. Ya know, the usual...