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Wednesday, 25 April 2012

Achieving a Goal.


I've been acting in one form or other since the age of ten, and looking back, I cannot fathom why I didn't pursue it more seriously when I was younger. Some may say fear of failure. Others who know me a little better may say fear of success. A skewy brain, the heavily-implanted (and baseless) notion that such pursuits are futile...whatever the reason, there's no doubting that I am, in many ways, a late bloomer, with yet more blooming to come. I give thanks to all those who believed in, nurtured, supported and loved me through everything. Doing what you love with people you love is the 'award'. One need no further approbation. (Which is just as well, hehe.)

In 2006, after coming back from a few very low years, I decided to set a goal: appear in a main stage professional play. Since that time, I've been in more than a dozen plays, a couple of musicals and a handful of short films (oh, and one feature). I've toured the eastern seaboard (and beyond) and met some of the most amazingly generous and talented humans. The road has been rocky at times, but in comparison to the six years that preceded it, it's been, overall, joyous. Tonight, I will appear in a main stage professional play.
Goal achieved.

I know what it's like to, in the words of Richard Richard, 'reach my bottom'. I know what it's like to be seconds away from not being here anymore. I know what it's like to feel utterly crestfallen. And it's because I know what it's like that I can say:

Keep going.

Nxx

Saturday, 7 April 2012

End of the Road - Dallas to Houston.

Captain Mrs Bigmouthery and her vessel.



Day Five - Dallas, Tx to Houston, Tx




Our final day on the road dawned as bleak as that which preceded it. We were expected at the El Monte outlet in McKinney by 12. We had to wash, breakfast, pack our gear, clean the machine, empty the grey and black tanks, fill the gas tank, confirm a rental car and drive the circuitous 50 minute toll-free route. As I was emptying one of the drawers containing our groceries, it came off its hinge. Only attached by one screw. I'd left my Leatherman in Australia, so went to the office to see if I could borrow a Phillips head screwdriver. 

Route 66 - The Mother Road (Part Four)




Day Four - Amarillo, Tx to Corinth, Tx






Day Four dawned sheepishly in Amarillo. Before stepping out of a toasty warm RV, I checked the current temp online. 12°F (-11°C). Fortunately the wind had died down.  Our onboard water supply had lasted us over 1000 miles without a refill and we were hoping to make it to McKinney on one tank, but it wasn't to be. So, with inadequate gloves and not yet fuelled by coffee, I tried hooking it all up. My hands burned with cold. The pipes would not sit flush and water was pissing out the tap end and freezing within seconds of hitting the ground. I checked the gauge to see if any water was making it into the tank but it remained empty. Even the park owner could not get it to work. 

Friday, 6 April 2012

Route 66 - The Mother Road (Part Three)


Day Three - Albuquerque, NM to Amarillo, Tx





We slept well in Albuquerque, knowing that Day Three was going to be the shortest of the trip. It's only five hours to Amarillo, accommodation would be easy to find and the weather, although extremely brisk, was clear and dry. In fact, we'd been blessed with wonderful weather all the way from California.We stepped out that Saturday morning to this sky:

Thursday, 5 April 2012

Route 66 - The Mother Road (Part Two).


"Anyone seen my keys?"


Day Two - Kingman, Az to Albuquerque, NM






According to Google Maps, it's just over three hours to the Grand Canyon from Kingman. We didn't get our heads down till late. I set the alarm for 5am. If we couldn't make the canyon by dawn, we'd be there not too long after. The constant thrum of rigs pulling in and out all night made for a fitful sleep, yet it was with a sense of anticipation that I sprang from the covers, nearly smacking my big ol' nose again as I shuffled to the door. No generator meant no heating, and it was cold, baby. Freezing cold. But...I was going to propose to my girl today, so I had a spring in my step (and a ring in my coat pocket).

Tuesday, 3 April 2012

Route 66 - The Mother Road (Part One).




They call it The Main Street of America. The Mother Road. Satan's Turnpike. The Horseman's Lament. Route 66. (I made two of those up.) Running from Chicago to Los Angeles, Route 66 was an uninterrupted stretch of road spanning nearly 2,500 miles. As a major highway it's no more, replaced mostly by Interstate 40, a longer and far more clinical slap of tar and concrete running from Wilmington, North Carolina to Barstow, California. Things have changed a lot on the Mother Road aka Margaret's Snotstring. Some would say it's long dead, but the timorous ghosts of Route 66 still frequent the roadsides...and it's these hauntings that form the bulk of today's Bigmouthery in America.