Entering The Lung

Well, it finally happened, I met Landlord the fox, out front of my flat. It was a hot, sultry evening as ManFriendJeff and I headed out to go see a movie. (It was The Odyssey, and I don’t recommend its bland manscape for anything but the cyclops and Samantha Morton… but that’s another story) I still don’t know if Landlord is dog or vixen but it doesn’t really matter. They were pretty uninterested in our presence as they were very busy biting at a patch of mange on their tail.

I woke up this morning to find some amazing video of our resident beavers taken by ManFriendJeff. (See below!) Watching them feels like taking a Silkwood shower, I feel a smile stretch the corners of my mouth. A fluttering fills my chest. I thought we would have a total of four this year with a new baby, but it turns out we have FIVE! One new baby, and an adult that has come from elsewhere? I have no idea, but I am overjoyed.

I’ve still never seen Landlord in real life. “Landlord” is my official name for the fox who rules my London neighborhood. And though I’m not likely to ever see them, I feel better knowing they are there. Both males and females use poo to mark their territories, so I have no idea if the fox is male or female. Rather than using the non-pronoun of “it” as the English language does, I shall refer to them as “they.” They are a living creature after all. “It” is something not alive.

It’s been a few days since my last post about lionizing a horrible man who has died. The fever pitch of adoration has only grown. My soul has felt like a garbage disposal trying to digest a dirty diaper. I have had hard conversations and noticed some very unsurprising and disappointing reactions. The most common is defensiveness, which is really bananas if you think about it. Why be defensive if you are told someone has done awful things?

This last week I was just cookin’ along minding my business when I suddenly found myself quite depressed. Was it the stifling heat? Well, that didn’t help… but that’s not something that usually makes me depressed. It took me days to figure it out, but after some soul-searching, and a well-timed poster adorning a London bus shelter, I found the answer.

Hello. I realize I likely seem to be coming out of nowhere after a long absence. It’s true. Nothing bad has happened (well, not to me personally) , I have just been sprinting to catch up since being in Greece for the writing Salon. Running, running, running. Now I come to you from a flat in Brixton that I rent from a fox. Yes, you heard right.

Good day, kind readers. This post has been written over the past three weeks. They have been BUSY, and I have missed you. It has been very hard to write lately because of my crazy schedule (as you will see below) and many people have unsubscribed. I am so sorry about this, but I am just a human. I do love writing this newsletter and will continue. (Hopefully with more consistent regularity) It’s 8am on a lovely morning in Vermont.

Good morning! The sun is shining on a melting blanket of snow. Yesterday, all day, it snowed as if it were December. I think of it as the annual “Gateway Snow” to spring. Every year around this time it happens. I take it as permission that I can now sterilize and fill the hummingbird feeders and start cleaning up the porch. We are technically in “Mud season” and people complain, but I love it. As I’ve said before, there is no season I don’t love in Vermont. Pleeeeeeeeeeeze?

Well, it’s been ten years and a great deal of work, but the “Thelma and Louise” musical FINALLY has a run of dates that are open to the public coming up in London! Yay!!! You can buy tickets starting April 23rd, and on the 20th if you have priority booking. It will run Sept 3rd- Oct 24th of this year at The Young Vic Theater. I will be in London most of the summer helping put on the finishing touches and rehearsing.

Hello from home. What a fantastic tour and trip it has been! Having Destroyer along for the last run of shows was such a huge treat. The only bummer was having to cancel my hometown show because I got sick. I’m sorry, Tacoma… BUT! The good news is the show is being rescheduled, as is the Uptown Kansas City show, as we speak! I got word from all the Tacomans who wished me a speedy recovery and I absorbed it. Thank you so much. It really helped! Your love goes a long way.