Susan reminded me of that Jack Kornfield title AFTER THE ECSTASY, THE LAUNDRY today, except for Belle and myself it was the DMV and the Parking Authority (both).
After a screenplay reading, I always feel totally wiped out. It’s the combination of rushing to finish the work close to the last minute, overseeing all the casting, the excitement and fun of the event itself, and mostly all the creative energy spent both watching the script come to life on some mystical plane as it’s read while simultaneously keeping the whole architecture of it in my head and editing throughout.
It was almost a relief to have two vehicle chores today –– renewing my registration and also my visitor’s parking permit. I contemplated waiting until I got back because my car will be safely in airport parking while I’m gone, but that means my Saturday would be spent seeking new spots every 2 hours or risking a ticket.
Wait — back up –– I realize I haven’t mentioned that I’m flying on Thursday morning to Vancouver. I just found out about it yesterday and I just started thinking about the mechanics of it all today (parking, Belle, my cellphone plan for Canada.)
LLS is in a new indie film and I’m more or less going to a private screening to check it out. I’ve seen the director’s other work so I’m really excited.
Everything is falling into place for the trip –– although I seem to be bringing mostly a change of underwear and t-shirt and about 16 books (who knows what I’ll want to read on the plane?) and, of course, my screenplay to revise. [It felt necessary to completely NOT think about it at all today.]
Preparing elaborate Belle instructions for Susan, patterned after my even more detailed visual guide to staying at my last apartment. Honestly, I don’t understand why more people don’t do this for their house-guests. Nothing is worse than staying somewhere and not knowing where the fuse box is or which towels you should use or how exactly you turn on the DVD player.
Belle’s basic instructions are very standard, but it is important that her caretakers know her favorite songs and musical tastes etc.
(And just in case, you’re ever spontaneously asked to sit her, here’s a tip: classical in the morning and light jazz in the afternoon, and you’ll be fine.)
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