Funny the World...
NOSE TO THE GRINDSTONE
April 18, 2000
Whew! I feel like I've run a marathon. I haven't worked this hard since I quit work 2½ yrs ago. I had the day nicely planned--a couple of short tapes for the psychologist for whom I transcribe, get my hair cut, get some food for Walt and the dogs to eat while I'm in Santa Barbara for the next 3 days, and maybe finish off the day with transcribing a tape for the psychiatrist for whom I also transcribe (who is, thank goodness, out of town this week). My wonderful plan lasted about an hour. Then the psychologist called with a rush report. A very long neuropsychological evaluation that had to be faxed off by the end of the day, and so I've done (almost) nothing else but type furious all day....in between checking e-mail, folding laundry, and tossing a ball for the dog, of course.
Ironically, the report is on a woman who has suffered a severe brain injury and reports on the extent of her injury by testing things like "attention and concentration." With how inattentive I was to the content of this report, I began to wonder about my own mental state.
But the long report is finished and FAXed off. The psychiatrist's tape is in the process of being transcribed. The hair will have to stay as it is. Walt can fend for himself. He's a big boy. All I have to do now is finish the typing and go tomorrow morning.
I'm driving to Santa Barbara (an 8 hour drive) so I can be there on Wednesday to be Steve's chauffeur and videographer, as he speaks to classes at UC Santa Barbara in the afternoon and does a show Wednesday night. I've been his official volunteer publicist for a little less than a year now and while I've seen versions of this one-man show several times, it's always been for an audience of friends and fans. This will be my first time watching him in action with a group of strangers. I figure as his publicist, I really need to experience that.
Tomorrow starts a very busy period--the 3 days traveling to and from Santa Barbara, picking Jeri up at the San Francisco airport on Friday, when she flies home for Easter and for the dedication of a performing area of the new plaza, that the City of Davis has named for Paul. Saturday is the dedication itself. Ned has been working so hard on putting together the show that will be part of the dedication, and Jeri has been working on a musical arrangement for one of the numbers. Tom will perform, as will Paul's widow, Audra. People are coming in from all over the world for this dedication. OK, that's a bit of an exaggeration, but Paul has friends coming in from Minnesota and perhaps from Delaware, and Nora from Ireland will be here, so I think that qualifies as "people are coming in from all over the world."
When we finally get the plaza dedicated, the next day is Easter with its big family dinner, and the following week I fly to Washington, D.C. for Steve's show(s) there. And then back to Santa Barbara to chauffeur Nora and Walt's mother back to Sacramento.
Is this high livin' or what?
This journal is either going to become fascinating, filled with all sorts of wonderful adventures, or deadly dull because I'm just too tired to do it justice.
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