Tonight I was chaperoning my students for their auditions. I was outside holding open a locked door while the triple digit temperatures was making me a little whoozy. Out of the blue one of the actors came up after his audition and totally made my night.
Ms. Candler. I feel like I'm standing next to a star. I read your blog.
Really? For real? I felt giddy stupid about it. Seriously? It's hard to imagine who reads this thing. I know my friends, my mom, my mother in law and sister in laws, maybe a few old classmates ... It's amazing who I get a note from every once in a while. Blogs are such strange things. Just today David Lowery emailed me about a bunch of old entries that I'd posted when were in post production on JOB. How it was useful to read through. Huh. Cool.
My blog is just a hodge podge of random rumblings, rants, nostalgia, Tim Conway youtube clips, me being stupid, upset, mad, crazed, excited, trying to sound smart when I know I sound dumb. Making a record of my days like it means something. But I tell you what, that encounter tonight was so sweet. He mentioned my blog entry about my husband on his birthday and how I'd married for all the right reasons. How he'd been married for 36 years and what it meant to him.
I couldn't wipe that silly grin off my face for a good long while.