We had our first read through for the Radio Play that night, so as dead on my feet tired I was I also needed to see my beloveds here, Mary, Jan, Jack, Ron, Pat and Judy. I apparently swerved and weaved my way there, getting pulled over by a nice, young polite sheriff, who I think was surprised to see a tired, worn out blurry eyed sober woman. He checked out my driver's license and sent me on to rehearsal. That was when I realized exactly how completely and totally worn out I was. It was fun getting to see all the old and new faces showing up for the reading. I had only planned on staying a few minutes. Just long enough to get a hug from my dearly missed dear ones. But I just could never get up and leave. But it is not that I am able to sleep. My eyelids are thick, my limbs heavy, but it seems like all I can manage to do is sit in my red chair, numbly staring at nothing.
I kept notes from the trip and I am working at moving them to a word document. I thought it would be easier to cut and paste with the photos for my blog, but it is going slow, as my attention span is quite short at the moment. I keep saying to my friends, "I can't believe I am so tired." Looks of disbelief stare back into my eyes. "You have just spent 2 weeks not sleeping, but travelling in a different time zone, taking care of your dad, going nonstop. That is enough to exhaust anyone!" They are right, of course, and then when you figure I have that little "c" situation, but I just haven't felt the first bit of rebound. But this morning, I think I can feel the turn around the corner. I feel like I am just starting to rebound. Maybe it is having enough time just sitting and resting, or maybe it is because my sister-in-law, Pat and her youngest, my Christopher are in Tallahassee and I get to see them today. Plus the bonus of getting to see Pat's cousins, John and Meg and their family. I love this family. They are so comfortable. From the first time I met them, I felt a connection, and this evening they are having a family cookout for the 4th. I am planning on making brownie cookies.
But what about almost a week of the trip? Have I no pictures? Have I no memories. Oh yes I do!!! And I hope to start posting those this week. I would have sworn that I would have had transferred some of my memories to this blog. But my mind is a just a jumble of memories, scents, sounds, temperature. As my body and mind start to come back, I am getting anxious to write.
I would like to start with some photos from one of Luis's latest projects. It is the Madonna and child. Luis made it with handfuls of clay, molding and pushing, cutting and caressing until his piece stands realized, the mold is cast and then set in bronze and finally the Madonna holding her infant is ready to be placed in its home. The Madonna was commissioned by the Catholic High School that Ana, Luis's daughter teaches math at in Badajoz. I think this may be one of my most favorite pieces he has ever done. See for yourself: