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05.11.99 9:08 p.m.

"There are two kinds of people: those who say to God: Thy will be done, and those to whom God says: All right, then, have it your way."

 - C.S. Lewis 

Created on 3/22/01 from a letter written to KC.
The play is supposed to be the 5th, the day after my prom. Bloody bad timing, you know, but I wasn't given much of a choice. I like being a director. Yelling at Conrad (And yes, he is the County Players guy, we are getting a lot from CP) is quite a rush. Well, I only yelled at him once. Generally I respect him greatly. But ordering around actors better than me is a new thrill for me. And it hasn't lost its novelty yet.
Katie is coming to watch my rehearsal tomorrow. And, not to be crude, if we don't fool around, I am positively going to explode.
I'm going to stick with my job for a little longer. Probably until they assign me a job title (which they are forced to do soon). That will look marvelous on my resume. Anything involving a such an institution generally does.
My mom is pretty much over her friend's death. Her biggest complaint, aside from what to do with the ashes, was the funeral. All of her friend's ex-lovers stood up and told (in graphic detail) about their relationship with Ellen, right in front of their present lovers. Personally, I'd be keeping my mouth shut in front of my present lover, no matter how bereaved I was.
The significance of the buffalo was that she wanted Ellen to be a strong as a bull and eventually it became a buffalo. I don't remember how. The weeping cherry tree doesn't have much significance. I think my mother just felt that was a sweet way to remember her. Of course, now she refers to the tree as "Ellen," but in a non-psychotic way.
I'm being forced to go to Dutchess. I don't want to, understand. I wanted to go to New Paltz (and not just because all my friends are going there). But my parents wouldn't listen. They knew DCC gave me a full ride, so I was not allowed to argue.

reading: the little card people get at funerals
listening: my breathingwanting: Well... to go to New Paltz
interesting thought: There is a purpose to my having to do what is being forced upon me.

Thomm Quackenbush is an author and teacher in the Hudson Valley. Double Dragon publishes four novels in his Night's Dream series (We Shadows, Danse Macabre, and Artificial Gods, and Flies to Wanton Boys). He has sold jewelry in Victorian England, confused children as a mad scientist, filed away more books than anyone has ever read, and tried to inspire the learning disabled and gifted. He is capable of crossing one eye, raising one eyebrow, and once accidentally groped a ghost. When not writing, he can be found biking, hiking the Adirondacks, grazing on snacks at art openings, and keeping a straight face when listening to people tell him they are in touch with 164 species of interstellar beings. He likes when you comment.

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