Tonight we are closing “Ripped Dress” and “La Pruebera Makes a Good Day”. For any of you who don’t know, Shawn plays a transvestite in La Pruebera, and I play a poor Paraguayan mother who’s son wants to commit suicide. It’s a “feel good” play for the whole family.
It has been one hell of a tough show to produce, because it was student written and deals with issues and cultures that none of us really get. For instance, my big secret from my son is that I sell herbal remedies at a street market for a living. How shameful!
Anyway, I guess that it has been received well. We have packed houses every night. The Kennedy Center Theater Festival Judges were there, and they nominated me for the Irene Ryan Scholarship. I have to go up to Fargo in January to compete in rounds of auditions for the scholarship money. I’m looking forward to spending a week in January in North Dakota. Fun times.
I haven’t written anything in quite awhile. I don’t know if that is good or bad, considering the bitter tirades I have bothered to compose in the past. But I have been very busy. So I apologize to anyone who actually looks forward to reading this.
Mary Belle and Logan have moved home! We are crowded in like a Mexican apartment complex around here. But we are all together again, and this makes me happy. They are both adjusting well to Minneapolis, and I am having a great time being with all my kids again. I just love being the mother hen you know.
I got me some Family Justice last week too. Flew out to Cal-i-forn-i-a and put the smack down on my ex-husband for child support. He was praying in the lobby of the courthouse before we went in. I couldn’t help but wonder what the hell he was praying for. Maybe my soul. But more than likely it went something like this:
“Oh Father God, my back sure does hurt. Please don’t make me put food on the table for my offspring. I don’t want to have to buy ‘em shoes or anythin’.”
Sorry. My bitterness is showing again.
But I won, and that is a sweet fruit, my friend.