Kage Baker took it as her responsibility to keep me awake on the road on Sunday nights coming home from Fairs. She told me stories – she played spotter for High Weirdness on the road – she made custom music mixes designed to keep me singing. She used to include the occasional unexpected selection on extreme volume just to startle me awake when needed.
Without her – well, my nephew has been a great help. But he had to tend to some school work this weekend, and so I was flying solo. And Sunday nights, after a weekend of Fair, are always harder.
Tonight I lacked any copilot at all, as I traveled to and from Dickens Dress Rehearsal alone. I had various of Kage’s music mixes, though, which helped a lot. And the full moon rising above the eastern mountains in the San Joaquin Valley was magnificent. The Rabbit in Moon was as clear as daylight, leaping up the side … what, you don’t see a Rabbit in the moon? I always do. He was an especially frisky Rabbit tonight, too.
Sometimes the music made me cry, without Kage to harmonize. But I could hear her voice in my mind, and the tears are beginning to be a slight relief instead of unrelenting acid. Time is passing. I am getting – maybe not better, not yet, but more used to being alone. And it was a lovely night …
But I am worn right out now. Made it home, have managed to distribute the luggage so I could find my jammies and access my bed, have checked my correspondence and hit my mark at least slightly on this blog. Time for bed.
Tomorrow: Final Countdown to Dickens!
I salute you in having the stamina to actually make it all the way…and then blog.
While I have rarely had the luxury of a co-pilot in doing the N-S commute, I usually flake out in a rest area somewhere between Avenal & Lebec for a catnap of 2-4 hours. If I absolutely *have* to make it back to the LA basin before sunrise in one fell swoop, it has usually involved caffeine…and tuning the radio to some Central Valley “Christian” radio station for a “shout back at the idiocy” rage.
The drive itself is not too hard – and even a little easier these days when I am not herding cats (i.e., half a dozen other actors) nor leaving San Francisco in a half-tipsy condition (Ah, the things that make sense in our 20’s). It’s revving up the discipline to sit and blog, even if it’s just 2 or 3 hundred words that amount to “I’m too tired to write but too verbose to say in one sentence”.
makes me want to drink alchoholic beverages