Blast from the past

Well, just got back from viewing the KCDC production of Thornton Wilder's "Our Town," which was wholly enjoyable all around. It reminded me wonderfully of our Hawken production-- and I even think, having waved away the fog of nostalgia, that our production back then could have held a candle to the one I just witnessed-- a formidable candle indeed!

The set in the Bolton was something else, though. Giant light-bulb tree. I loved it.

As usual, theater makes me want to produce something creatively and watching people being congratulated in the green room makes me wish that I was doing something that would impress other people. I wonder if I'm just going to have to get used to these impulses or whether there will ever be a time in my future where my emotional reactions to these situations will change.

I am torn between a desperate desire to enjoy the company of Kenyonites this weekend and a nagging desire to get away, remove myself from the social schemata and hope that my feelings about being in a crowd will change-- but I've been away from Kenyon for two weekends, now, and I think it's time I faced up to my October Blues head-on.

I wish I'd gotten my little bit of homework for tomorrow out of the way already, but I didn't, so I'll have to go and do that now.