The Morning After

Well, last evening was nothing like what I was anticipating (should I even say, hoping for?)

The dinner at the yacht club on Buckeye Lake, to honor the memory of Molly, one of my client’s who recently passed away — the food was great, the views were spectacular, the yacht club itself (established in 1906) was really rustic and welcoming. But there were too many of us seated at a huge round banquet table to make it easy to really share our memories of Molly.

Her husband did tell a few really wonderful stories about her, which captured her personality completely, but even he gave up after awhile because it was just too large a table to be easily heard and the room itself (Friday night) was really crowded and a bit noisy.

Anyway, I left there feeling a little out of sorts about all of it. And this morning, I woke up feeling like I was in a state of grieving, and not in a state of closure on anything. (You know how feeling grief about one thing can open a door to grief over a lot of other things? That’s how I woke up feeling at 4AM.)

Looking at the yacht club on Buckeye Lake

However —

In yet another uncanny and eerie coincidence involving my 94-year-old Japanese client — about halfway through the dinner last night, I suddenly looked over at the wall (instead of at the lake outside the huge windows) and I saw a large memorial plaque mounted there.

I studied it for a moment until my mouth basically fell open. It was honoring the founder of the yacht club, back in 1906, and he was the father of the man who built the house my Japanese client currently lives in! Where he spent 20 wonderful years with his 2nd wife, the love of his life.

The very same midcentury modern ranch house wherein I sit with my client for many hours, several times a week. It is such a great house. (The man who built the house, the son of the founder of the yacht club, was an architect and city planner. He built it for himself and his own wife , back in 1957, and they raised 3 daughters in it. It is really a great house. I have described it here on the blog before.)

Anyway. I was sort of really just dumbfounded by the coincidence and at that point, I just wanted to get up and leave the yacht club. That feeling like “I got what I came for — beautiful yacht club led to the beautiful home that my favorite Japanese client calls paradise.”

So a lot of jumbled up feelings when I awoke this morning. At one point, I even started to cry, which really isn’t like me. But it had been an intense week for me, with clients really, really needing a lot of emotional support from me. I mean, a lot.

Still, this morning is rather beautiful. A strange look to the sky — perhaps related to the partial solar eclipse today? I don’t know.

But it was so peaceful as I was lying in bed. Birds singing. And it’s warm — in the low 70s Fahrenheit. My windows were open.

And the guy who takes care of my lawn all season starts cutting the grass today. So clearly, it’s Spring. So I was able to find a new perspective and get my day underway.

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Peitor has already sent me 4 pages of script notes this morning — for me to go over when I get home later today. He included a note that said something like, “If you could go over this so that by Sunday we can talk about it. Then we can just pull a few scenes out and make some quick changes — the script should be done in a few days.”

His concept of some changes taking “a few days” —