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Apr. 20th, 2008 @ 12:47 am 
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I went to Virginia to speak to a cancer survivor group in Newport News. I left the Saturday before Easter and got a flight for an amazing $159! Well, now I know why. The leg from Charlotte to Newport News (and back) was on a little clown plane. There was one flight attendant and the pilot never said jack shit to us.
Now I am not the greatest flyer in the world. I say The Lord's Prayer, the Apostle's Creed, and the 23rd Psalm even on the best of flights. This one did not rank right up there with them. A front was coming through and my sister told me that it was 70 degrees in NN at 4 p.m., but it was ~40 degrees when we landed, with lots of wind.
However, I did get to spend time with her and the talk went really well. I think only one older couple was a little offended that I said 'shit.' That word has to stay. I did not drop the F bomb, like I do in the stage production, which is coming up again VERY soon. The Piccolo Spoleto dates are set for the last part of May and first part of June. I have five public performances and then one that a local businessman bought out for his company.
I also get to speak at the Komen Survivor Luncheon - also in May (too many things in May). The theme is Follow the Pink Ribbon Road and the emphasis is on co-survivors, so I am using the last song from 'Wicked' to build the speech. I am going to have the co-survivors stand at the end of the talk, and speak to them. We survivors always get to stand, light candles, sway to music, and weep a little. It's time to recognize those people that carried us through. Dick and Dianne are coming as my guests.
Our Dragonboat Festival is May 3rd. I would get up at 3 a.m. to paddle. I wouldn't have found these people without cancer. How can I be grateful to that beastly disease, but I am. I didn't get to paddle today because one of our guy members took a ghastly fall in the boat and I took him to the ER. He will be out six to eight weeks. I hate that for him. We had a doctor paddling today, but our guy fell on him...so I became the medic by default. Then tonight Dick and I worked the Charleston In-water Boat Show at the Dragonboat exhibit with four terrific paddling friends. I love that group.
It is after 1 a.m. and some dumb bird thinks it's daybreak. It is just singing away - having its very own concert. Life is good. |
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