Happy accident.
We are like passing ships at the moment, grabbing quality time in the car on the way to/ from work, both in rehearsals for big pieces. Nathaniel West and Hamlet are a force to be reckoned with. The Dane and the Satirist are hell bent on keep either of us from grabbing much more than a sweet word shoved between a flurry of verbal stickies and to do lists.
I had a really good rehearsal this evening and for one fleeting moment, for one dangerously teetering instant as I walked back to my car on the soft soled shoes of quiet confidence, I actually thought that I was coming somewhere near to grabbing with outstretched fingers the slender thread of control.
When the dusty, rusty red beast that is my chariot still wouldn’t start 30 min later the slender thread drifted away and the heady delights of Tuesday night in Bath opened themselves up to me.
My chariot is now gone, safely tucked up with its jump leads in the nearest stable. Hamlet takes Ophelia from me tomorrow night and Thursday and Friday night and twice on Saturday. I am in the thick of the storm, but when the wind blows loudest the, waves have to be ridden. One can either shake a fist at the sky, or put a tongue out and enjoy the taste of rain. I like the taste of rain and have to look upon the my ailing chariot as a rolling opportunity for me to experience beautiful serendipity. In that frame of mind a happy accident is unfolding in the form of a well-deserved and unexpected treat; A hotel, and breakfast thrown in, and we are in the town centre. This means a rise at stupid o clock to be at the service of the inbox is out of the question and a lie in to the decadent hour of 7:30 may even be possible.
The possibilities are endless, life is not a straight line and what happens from here in Bath and Tuesday is anyone’s guess…
