Captain’s Log 5,610
I am excited! Just three weeks away! Dexter’s final season! When Big Sister Mia first told me about Dexter, the blood spatter forensics expert who is also a vigilante serial killer, I was skeptical. How could that be even remotely okay? She gave me the CD’s and I started watching. And watching. And watching. It is a fascinating trip into the mind of someone who definitely lives by his “code.”
Dex. Gotta love Dex.
The show is so well-written it makes me stupefied. I don’t get stupefied very often, but when I do, it’s always over someone’s talent or skill. Here is a list of people who stupefy me.
Leif Enger (brilliant novelist whose words make me faint from their beauty)
Julie Taymor (created the Lion King for Broadway)
Bill Bryson (travel writer and philosopher)
Philip Pullman (young adult novelist)
Haven Kimmel (novelist)
William Least Heat Moon
There are more but that’s it for now. I love being surrounded by the energy of creative minds. Being a liberal arts major in college and then working as a musician and songwriter, that became my way of life. So normal for me. Spending hours around a table figuring out the best way to tell a story through music and/or writing. Getting hooked up with the theatre again has given me a huge boost of energy and ideas. At times, I feel almost on fire.
We have another rehearsal tomorrow night and then again on Saturday for most of the day. I look forward to that almost as much as I look forward to my travels. I am so hungry for any type of adventure. Mental or physical.
I am going down to the county offices today to present another grant today. It’s such a gorgeous Art Deco building. I love spending time there.
I still have to write my speech, so farewell here. The Confederacy is meeting today to decide the fate of our institution while I spend the morning in this pretty building. Methinks something or someone is about to get thrown under a large bus. And you know what? I’m absolutely fine with that. I have let go of any emotional attachments. I can call anywhere “home.” I am just riding out this particular gale to see what sort of detritus washes ashore.