Good morning, kidz.
Last night I went to a Christmas party down the hallway from the apartment I've been staying at in the marina. Lots of very nice people, way too much very nice food, one extremely nice dawg... not another actor or dancer or singer or composer or writer in the bunch, however - all civilians.... I felt somewhat 'fish-outa-water'. I was cordial and pleasant, but after sampling ALL the desserts I gabbed for awhile longer and then skedaddled outa there. So odd to be lost among people with whom I have so little in common, after all the years.
With my own family - none of whom are artists - at least we have blood and memories in common. We have at least SOME ground on which to base a conversation. But these folks were all strangers to me - most have kids - not me. All know each other from some activity or family connection, blood or memories or skiing in common - lotsa talk of skiing, and I've NEVER skeeeed - not once. Only once did the, ummmm, 'healthcare' bill come up - okay, I'm a bit political - but this gal only was speaking of her medication, and had no idea that They have in that, ummmm, 'bill' a door-slam against her continuing to get it cheaper outa Canada... and has no clew that Universal means A Whole Lot More Expensive... no conversation possible there, and it was neither time nor place to bring up 4th Amendment stuff...
When it came to the question, "And what do YOU do, Penny?" the answer actor, singer, writer, and erstwhile art therapist for addicts brought blank stares and an end to the conversation. And isn't this carrot/parsnip souffle wonderful!!! Mmmmm... I love brussels sprouts! No, I hadn't realized the wild rice stuffing had water chestnuts in it, and I've never actually had a christmas goose!
PS - the hostess insisted I take all four goose carcasses. I did.
It was sort of wearying--- and I realize I'm just plain peopled-out. Have I turned into that reclusive old gal?? I think so...
