11/14
Rob is sleeping a little to late. Everyday. Got to help him move
on.
A sunny group from a Christian Youth Theatre come in looking for
space.
Glen’s bringing in a very established musical theatre group. They
actually might be able to make a go of it.
I’m in a much because I’ve got to get to the UN by 5 where
Zeljko has a screening hosted by the Serbian embassy coming up. My friend Mark
from the UN ministry will be meeting me.
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| Col.Dale and Mark at the UN |
When I get back, Bread and Puppet has just finished but I’m just
in time to catch Sarah Z before she leaves. As always, she still feels connected
to us and what she helped create.
11/15/13
A bar has closed. The owner wanted to move all her stuff here.
We had talked it over and decided that with all that was going on, it would
just be too much to handle. Danielle had sent an e-mail last night. Which
apparently the owner never read. Because I’m getting messages from Danielle
that the owner is outside of the church with a truck and crew and her stuff.
Angry that no one is here to let her in.
So I am surprised when I race here and no one is here. No truck.
No stuff. Only Rob. He has overslept. He’s got to clear out his stuff. And the
shopping cart on the north end. And the backpacks. He comes in to borrow the broom and dust pan
and do his share of sweeping. And then tells me that ten minutes before I
arrived, the owner got angry, told the crew to just take the stuff to the dump
and left. Angry.
I’m surprised when Mim walks in and asks what I think of the
e-mail trail. What? What e-mail trail? So I look . And am amazed to discover just
how determined someone is to see us go down.
Continuing the urban legends.
With their own plan for this building.
And once again, that sick feeling in the pit of my stomach that it could
all go down. All end. We can’t stop. Got to keep working to prepare.
And there are as always, church people with needs. And dramas.
And hurts. And questions. In the midst
of our work, Anna comes in with Keith. We’ve got to find a place for him. It
would be good for him to go home. But he doesn’t want his daughter to see him
like this. I try to tell him that she loves him and wouldn’t care. I wish he
could see that. Give her that gift.
Pat O has brought a man with him from the music business for a
tour. Another potential investor. We do the whole building. Imagination stirs
again. Never seen Pat O in a suit before.
Glen has come in to finish negotiations for a screening coming up in December. Things seem to be
falling into place.
Cara has come by and I’m happy as always to see her as she gets
to work helping out. We miss her when she’s not here.
I’m still working and it’s time for another Berik and Leila
opening. Another international cast of characters. And young, too. These
openings are becoming more successful. This one is Lyrical Inspiration.
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| Katie rocks. Again |
I race up to Columbia to catch Zeljko’s last screening. To a
full house. And then get back in time
for Open Mic. And another full house. As usual, some newcomers, including a spoken word artist. And
this time our old school spoken word artist Joel improvises with Piano Dan. And
Katie knocks us out with her standards like Got
you under my skin and One Note Samba
with Piano Dan accompanying.
Hmmm. Once again there are some, well, issues, that the
community handles well. And the Midnight Run people show up, as usual. It’s
getting late. I played and sang well. I could feel it. Playing one song for the
last time for awhile. But could feel it working. I love moving into a song
and making it work.
Ignoring the dread for awhile. For awhile.
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