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|The Fuego Volcano, Sacatepequez, Guatemala|
October 12, 2014 Dentro de mi cabeza
Dreaming (day version) about more adventures? My whole life has been jam-packed with adventure. Real ones, tiny *regular* diversions like climbing apple trees, swimming, fishing, building snowforts and regularly starting neighborhood dirt clod wars at construction sites. My well organized group of childhood friends also enjoyed performing in small, yet extravagantly attempted, plays/dramas that I produced/directed (I insisted on controlling the *creative* even then) with neighborhood kids on our back carport stage.
A pretend Hollywood or way-off-Broadway?
No script. Garage dressing room, old Halloween/whatever costumes (Moms make up - would she miss it?) and front center seating, Orchestra and Balcony on the grass (depending on the incline or use of garden furniture). Buttered Pop Corn and Lemonade available (at a price). Oh, the joy of big clear starrynight sky in the Summertime. I can taste it right now. I can see the stars as I wondered about infinity. Night has a tasty flavor in Eastern Washington State where I grew up. So does the freezing cold, delicious, water gulpped out of the garden hose. I knew God was up there, high, high in the sky, smiling down on us...who wouldn't? I never thought of why not? Afterall, we were/are fascinating creations of God, every one of us unique! I knew that, I was told! Our show of shows traveled from house to house, night by night, with cardboard scenery, and a loyal cast of actors. We became a road troup immediately after the first nights performance! Premier! RAVE REVIEWS (what else were parents to say about such non-stop cleverness in the late 1940´s into early 50´s? ) Applause! Applause! Applause!
Off we went to the next welcoming backyard the next night (with a potential bigger audience) Bravo! We had nothing to hit but the heights! So, we hit ém! Thank you folks!
I love adventure, I love the not knowing, the wondering about what if, the making up something fascinating from nothing. The silliness. The blundering. The overdoing of it all! Exaggeration could be my middle name! I have quite a vivid imagination and it often takes me where I have never been before. I´m gifted with what seems to be an extra measure of mind inventiveness. I never ever minded being alone entertaining myself (still) and my Mom often said to me ¨How you DO go on, dear!¨ Yes, I confess, I do (I may be even worse now because I am living in a remote village in Guatemala speaking Spanish. That Spanishspeaking every day slows my ¨how you do go on¨ way down. That is, until I am around other English speakers...yak, yak, yak!
Once upon a realtime, we, Parents/Lenny went to Seattle to visit my sister Marilynn at her sorority on Parents Weekend (University of Washington). We stayed high-up in a very modern circular hotel by the name of the Edmond Meany. Wow! We had a suite and late at night, while my parents were sleeping in the bedroom I would stare for hours out the huge living room windows with the dazzling view of blinking, nightime Seattle. What I thought about was people in love. I wondered ¨how many people were making love in Seattle at that very moment? ¨ I loved the thought that there were tens of thousands of people enjoying romance. I love romance, that has never changed.
I also wondered if there were people like me making love outside the Edmond Meany Hotel...could it be there were other people like me? Blinking in the twinkling night, seeking bliss on a weekend night, Seattle, Washington, 1956.
There were! (I found out a few years later in Los Angeles)
to be continued