Well, the next few days should be exciting, our water just stopped running. We have an old point well and we think the pump just died, but we aren’t really sure and we haven’t yet found a plumber who has responded. We are expecting a huge storm in a day or so and sub-zero arctic weather, so it should be exciting.
As of now, we have no water for us or for the animals, we are heading out to our fresh water creek to try to haul some water in for the bathroom and the animals. Lots of plumbers won’t work on old point wells, we hope one of them will call us tonight.
We have two wood stoves but the farmhouse is heated with hot water. This will be interesting. Yes, I’m a bit nervous.
This is when country life on a farm gets exciting.
The weather channels are fulfilling their new commercial purpose of scaring the Hell out of the country, huge sections at a time. The newly named storms are coming at us quickly and with great drama, and if the hyper-ventilating weather people are correct, as they sometimes are, we are on the dawn of some brutal cold over the next week and possibly into April.
We are lucky, at least so far. We have a shed full of wood and a heating tank full of oil. I know there are many people without those comforts, and the hundreds of thousands of federal workers who are not getting paid are on my mind. It is hard for me to be so warm while they are so out in the cold and at the mercy of politicians.
Climate change is frightening, but also beautiful, it brings us some of the most beautiful skies. The sheep and dogs and donkeys remind me to practice radical acceptance. Do not worry about things you can do nothing about. I always see beyond the cold and into Spring, which is next up.
I was sorry to see stacks of burgers and pizza and french fries in the wood house, I’m sure the Clemson football players weren’t hungry or starving. Those burgers could have fed a lot of people out of work and without pay. They were marching just outside of the White House. Gluttony is not an admirable political stance when the people who serve us are out getting some groceries at food pantries..
I am getting older, and there are fewer things I can do in a big stormy – they say a foot is coming on Sunday. I can shovel, but in- 10 weather, I can’t be out in the cold too long, my angina protests, too much falls on Maria. I don’t like not doing my share. I will try.
One thing I can do is take pictures, I love the winter pasture and I love the spare beauty of the cold. They are talking about the Polar Vortex splitting open again, and that is never good news. I wish warmth and safety for everyone, especially the federal workers, who have done no wrong.
Today, turn on your radio at one p.m. for “Talking To Animals,” my two hour weekly show with Thomas Toscano. You can hear it on the radio, you can hear it on a Simple Radio free app, you can live stream it here. You can call the station, WBTNAM 1370 and speak to me live with your problems and questions: 866 406 9286 or 802 442 1010.
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Yesterday, I tried a new step towards interactivity and openness, I asked for advice on reading my first monologue for Acting 101, taught by Actor Christine Decker at the Oldcastle Theater in Bennington, Vt.
The advice was instant and impressive and unanimous: I needed to do a lot more work to make this monologue work.
The piece is too long for me to memorize, I think, but the consensus of the feedback was that I was reading the work rather than feeling the work.
As is my wont, I went into the detached style of the journalist and observer, I was losing the feeling of it. I’m comfortable talking about my books, but this is very different.
The advice was honest and good: I was paying too much attention to the rhyming, reading too quickly, and was too flat.
I needed to remember that I was speaking to someone about powerful ideas of coverage, boldness, aging and a meaningful life. Important stuff to me. I always cry when I read this monologue, I’ve been reading it for years, yet it is very difficult for me to convey the emotion in the piece and in me.
From Ed: My main reaction is that you are reading the words, but you are not IN the words. Perhaps having someone in mind you are actually speaking to would infuse the words with more of your self. In other words, is there any way to make them YOUR words, reading them as if YOU wrote them, rather than you reading words that someone else wrote. (I took an acting class once and was told to take a slow, full breath after every single line when I was practicing, just to get myself to be IN EACH LINE, rather than reading the piece through to the end. It really helped!) I’m glad you’re exploring and taking risks and looking for input. Wonderful!!
The challenge is for me to do learn how to do that. Christine is opening me up to the idea.
I tried the reading again this morning, this time sitting down, and this time talking directly to Maria and in my mind, to Holden, a young student in the acting class. In a way, this piece is a message to the young and an inspiration to the old. I’ve got to speak to a person or people, I’m not reading a newscast or at a book store podium.
From Nova: A piece like this can be read slowly…pauses are absolutely permissible…it gives the listener a chance to savor the words and the images evoked…a slower delivery allows you to taste each word…the exercise becomes like a reverie rather than a performance….just my thoughts. Love that you are doing the acting class!
I can’t say how impressed I was by the quality and range of the feedback – teachers, actors, producers, artists and writers and the thoughtful regular readers of the blog. It was an impressive display of the potential of the Internet to do good as well as rant and rage.
The piece is beautifully written and it can and should be read slowly, each word tasted in Christine’s words.
From Bob: you are not experiencing the content… you need to own the content as if you wrote it and express your feelings in your voice and delivery… make it sound authentic & real (be an actor) and not with a newscaster style of reading/delivery… FYI… Marie is too much into you to offer constructive criticism… is too sensitive about feelings… I have no conflict of interest…
So thanks, advice is precious when sought and needed, and I appreciate it. Please let me know if you see any improvement at all, and if you have any other thoughts on how I can do justice to this piece. Your comments very much echoed the critique of Christine Decker, my teacher, and altogether, this has helped me to see a way to bring more feeling and openness into my life and work.
Perhaps in class I’ll read it to one person rather than the whole class.
This is the point of the class for me, I’ll never be an actor, but I can always be a better human.
You can post your comments and feedback right here at the bottom of the blog post, or e-mail me: [email protected] or on my Facebook Page: Jon Katz I got about 75 comments in all. No one loved my delivery, but there was not a nasty one in the bunch.
A big stack of letters came for Sylvie from the Mansion today, she is one of the eight Mansion residents staying at the Danforth Adult Care Center while the damage to the Mansion is being repaired. The Mansion residents have struggled to deal with this frightening disruption in their lives, but Sylvie seems to have handled it more easily than anyone.
Sylvie is eager to get back to the Mansion, yet she is both hopeful and accepting. She was thrilled to see this stack of letters. Sylvie loves getting letters, you can write to her c/o Sylvie, The Mansion, 11 S. Union Avenue, Cambridge, N.Y., 12816. She will soon be back and ready to receive them at the Mansion.
Sylvie tries to answer each one, she loses and misplaces more stamps than a crooked postmaster.
I bring stamps to her several times a week, they seem to vanish into one of her many tote bags. Some letters get through, some get lost. Rumors are she has 1,000 stamps hidden away somewhere.
“The lost letters are my prayers,” she tells me. “That’s the way I see it.” That is very Sylvie. She does not complain or despair.
She reads religious texts much of the day, and when she is done with them, she reads and answers her letter. She tells me “I have many good friends on your blog.” That is good to hear.
Sylvie is regal and entitled. As I was leaving the Danforth today, she handed me a stack of letters to stamp and mail without comment. ‘”I love you, Jon,” she said, and I told her I loved her back. And I do.
A month ago, Sylvie invited me to come with her to her weekly Jehovah’s Witness meeting. I enjoyed it very much, I got to see the strength and faith of her community, and its great meaning for her.
I’ve been watching Sylvie this week and wondering at her equanimity when so many of her fellow residents are struggling so painfully. I see it is her faith. A fellow congregant visited her last week and Sylvie told her “I have asked Jehovah to take care of things. I know he will.”
Sylvie told me she knows it will be all right, her faith told her so. She simply accepts it. In the meantime, she is independent, busy and engaged with the world. “This is where I live right now,” she said, “so it is home right now.” Wow, I thought, Sylvie has her stuff together.
I was shocked to see Sylvie playing bingo at the Danforth the other day. She never plays Bingo at the Mansion, she says a former boyfriend who died loved to play bingo with her, so in his honor she doesn’t play. She said she played at the Danforth because she doesn’t want to become bored there.
Sylvie never feels helpless in the face of turmoil. She can be imperious and demanding, but she has great strength of character, and it guides her through the ups and downs of life. This week, it was especially impressive to see.
Sylvie’s faith sustains her, she had fallen back on her God since the Mansion troubles, and it grounds her and gives her certainty and faith. She says she is never alone. I have struggle all my life with the idea of God, I often wonder how it would be if I had Sylvie’s conviction.
I appreciate her giving me something to think about, as well as someone to care for.
