I’m printing programs and a new call-script (B.T., I think you’ll be amused to hear that I ended up stage managing 13 WAYS as well) and making my way down to Wheeler to clean the theater this morning. Picking up wine on the way, for our invited audience. The streets are covered with snow.

The Indy Convergence presents its works in progress tonight. An open rehearsal, a laboratory, a culminating presentation. This reminds me of something David said yesterday, to the effect that nothing in our lives is more than an open rehearsal. So we might as well relax about it. Nothing is ever the final version.

There’s always another chance.

I’m going to sweep the stage this afternoon. I go out of my way to sweep whenever I can, and think about when I used to sweep stages for a living at the OFTC, and wonder if I would ever get a chance to direct a play again. That seems so long ago now. Every time I start getting frustrated with my own life or career, I try to remind myself of that. I could always still be sweeping, and in some ways, I still am – we all are – just sweeping the stages of our lives.

As the Chorus says,

“Do not give the grave your love,
It will take you soon enough –
Do not pray again for death,
It will take you nonetheless.

No mortal can escape
His death at last.
It will come to you.
Do not ask.”