Two of the words I live by, every day, are “Thank You,.” Thank you for helping me create two thousand and five hundred daily blog posts with (I hope) some words to live by.
Yesterday morning, after publishing Day 2424: Missing, I heard that I am going to get another go at performing my Fringe show Group “Therapy” with Ann.
Here I go again, doing two groups on a Thursday, which is how it goes for me back home at work in Boston.
It may seem like a risk to do two shows in one day with very little time to convince people to attend my show — among the thousands of shows and performances at Scotland’s Festival Fringe — but here we go again!!
When I go again today, I may sing different songs, like “I Left The House Before I Felt Ready” or “Hidden Thoughts.” Here I go again, having trouble making decisions. If necessary, I can always go again to the “coin flip” app on my phone.
Here we go again — with the rest of my photos from yesterday.
Here at the Bar Bados Fringe venue last night, my son, Aaron Fairbanks (a/k/a as “The Jail Mailman”) and one of our long-time favorite comedians, Tom Joyce, did their show — The Mail Room — again.
Here we go again with a video that Aaron’s proud mother recorded at last night’s performance of “The Mail Room.”
Here I go again, apologizing for the mistakes I made recording that. Here I go again, letting go of worry, perfectionism, fear, and self-judgment before my two performances today.
Here we go again with yet another request for comments, below.
Here we go again with gratitude, for all who help me go again, every day!!!
While I would like to think that my first Fringe show — “Group ‘Therapy’ with Ann” — was the greatest theatrical event ever, a different show at the Edinburgh Fringe Festival is making a claim for that distinction, as you can see:
Even if my Fringe show was not the greatest theatrical event ever, it still went very, very well. Thirteen people showed up and seemed to get a lot out of it. I got permission from the participants for my son Aaron to tape the two original songs I performed. Here and here are two of the greatest musical events ever on YouTube:
Are these my greatest pictures ever?
Five of those photos were taken by the greatest family event ever … my son, Aaron!
I’m looking forward to the greatest comments ever.
The greatest thanks ever to all those who helped me create this post — including the cast and creators of “The Greatest Theatrical Event (in this place at this time for this price) EVER!” — and the greatest thanks ever to the greatest readers ever: YOU!
Tomorrow, I’ll be together again for the first time with ?? people (perhaps including some of the people in my photos above) in my first Fringe show ever.
Because it’s a one-time only show, I have only one chance to get it right. Will it be a catastrophe, like a boat hitting an iceberg?
Will I lose my head?
Will I maintain my balance?
Will the audience like my music?
Will they use my mindfulness exercise to be in the here and now?
Will anybody mispronounce my name or be a dickhead?
Yesterday, when I was in the considerate city of Edinburgh, continuing to construct my August 19th Free Fringe show “Group ‘Therapy’ with Ann,” I noticed this sign:
After many years of attending the Edinburgh Fringe Festival, I agree that the people who live in and visit Edinburgh are consider constructors. Thanks to all of them for their consideration!
Also, consider this poster for an especially considerate constructor of brilliant Fringe shows: Joshua Ladgrove a/k/a Dr. Neal Portenza:
My considerate son and I will definitely attend that show, probably today.
I love being at the heart of Edinburgh …
… which I experience as a calmed area …
… particularly in contrast with my home country of the USA, here and now.
Here are some considerate constructors in an interview with Josh Ladgrove from the Edinburgh Fringe last year:
Before listening to that interview, I didn’t know that “Neal Portenza” was considerately constructed from an anagram of “Not a Real Perzon.”
I look forward to fetching comments …
… from the considerate readers of this blog.
Considerate thanks from the constructor of this post to all who are reading it, including YOU.
Yesterday, when I was a ducky Backstage Assistant for the second performance of the ducky Arlington Children’s Theater (ACT) production of Henry IV, Part 1 (starring my ducky boy, Aaron), one of the ACTors, with the ducky name Racer, showed me these pictures of his ducky collection:
I think it’s about ducky time for a ducky definition of “ducky” from ducky Merriam-Webster.
Simple Definition of ducky
: very pleasing, delightful, or attractive
Full Definition of ducky
duckier duckiest
1 darling, cute <a ducky little tearoom>
2 satisfactory, fine <everything is just ducky>
Examples of ducky in a sentence
<if you don’t want to come, that’s just ducky with me>
First Known Use of ducky
1897
Rhymes with ducky
lucky, mucky, plucky, sucky, yucky
It’s interesting to me that most of the words that rhyme with ducky mean the opposite of ducky.
According to your plucky and lucky blogger, the weather yesterday was neither sucky, yucky, nor mucky. It was ducky.
After I took those luckily ducky photos, Aaron picked out a ducky tux for a prom he’s luckily and pluckily attending next week in ducky Arlington Massachusetts.
The experience was especially ducky because Paschal
was duckily attentive, helpful, and kind. Aaron and I thought it was very ducky that Paschal is graduating law school on the same day as Aaron’s prom, next Friday. Paschal thought it very ducky that Aaron will be lucky enough to be attending a ducky university for four years in non-sucky Edinburgh, Scotland.
One of the most ducky ACTors appearing in that plucky production of Henry IV, Part 1 is Katie, who was one of two ducky Falstaffs.
I was lucky enough to capture Katie pluckily demonstrating her ducky fat suit before last night’s performance. I can’t tell you, for certain, whether everybody in Henry IV, Part 1 was ducky, mucky, sucky, or yucky on stage last night, because I was backstage the entire time. Based on the first night’s performance, though, I assume everybody was quite ducky.
Before I share the rest of all the ducky, mucky, plucky, sucky, and/or yucky photos I took yesterday, here’s a ducky song.
Does anything in today’s post seem especially lucky, mucky, plucky, sucky, yucky, or ducky to you?
Thanks from lucky me to all those who were plucky enough to help me create this ducky post and to you — of course! — for being ducky enough to read it.
The Year(s) of Living Non-Judgmentally 