The street where I live
After a hectic summer, I have moved all of my belongings from Seattle, Washington to a small town in Massachusetts. I grew up in the country but I have never lived IN a small town. Here in Lenox I can walk to the dry cleaners, the market, the library, the post office, restaurants, bars, get a great latte and giggle with a friend in a fabulous bookstore. Small town life suits me. Continue reading
Making friends with the Muskogee police that are dealing with the security on the film shoot.
I’m off on location for film shoot. I’m hanging out with a film crew and young people who have never acted before and who have lived through tougher times than I will ever know. There are moments that I think I won’t make it through the 7 weeks. But here I am one week in and still alive and finding positives in weary days. Continue reading
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I’m heading off again for another 8 weeks on the road. This time it’s a bit different in that I have been hired to accompany a group of young adults that are acting in a feature film. We will be traveling to 5 central US states. When the 18-23 year olds are not acting, I will be taking them on excursions and showing them some of this great country I love. I am also there to help them process their emotional responses to the film work they will be doing. Pretty exciting stuff! Continue reading
Snowed-in, Massachusetts
OK, so I was just writing and realized for the first time that K9 actually comes from the word CANINE. Sometimes I’m so dense! I am a very intelligent woman but there’s a mix in me that would match a country song like the Perfect Storm. As another Berkshire blizzard rages outside my windows I have the Brad Paisley song on repeat.
If she was a drink she’d be a single-barrelled bourbon on ice
Smooth with a kick, a chill and a burn, all at the same time
She’s Sunday drive meets high-speed chase
She ain’t just a song she’s the whole mix tape
She’s so complicated that’s the way God made her
Sunshine mixed with a little hurricane
And she destroys me in that t-shirt and I love her so much it hurts
I never meant to fall like this she don’t just rain she pours
That girl right there’s the perfect storm
I know how to make her laugh or blush, or mad at me
But that’s OK there ain’t no one more beautiful angry
And she loves just as deep as she goes when she’s down
The highs match the lows can’t have one without the other
And I love her just the way God made her
Sunshine mixed with a little hurricane
She’s the girl of a lifetime a guy like me spends his whole life
Looking for, that girl right there’s the perfect storm
I think I could add a verse or two… She’s smart with a dumb-blonde side. It’s taken me awhile to accept that this is a good thing, that this specimen of femininity is not predictable and perfect… but straight and narrow with a side of curves. I’ve always wanted to be all things to all people but it makes for a really unhealthy way to walk through life. So I’m working on enjoying the “Sunshine mixed with a little hurricane” part of my personality, the angel and demon, the “Sunday drive meets high-speed chase” that makes life interesting. And I’m having success! I like being complicated and unpredictable, able to surprise and follow impulses…the girl that willingly has the instincts of a fool.
Well anyway, Brad Paisley has me figured out and I’m grateful to know on this snowy day that maybe there are some people out there that can enjoy the puzzling way God made me. At least I hope it’s more than a nice song or maybe it’s time to write my own…
She’s smart with a dumb-blonde side.
Straight and narrow, with a side of curves
The girl that willingly has the instincts of a fool. (Love, Lori)
View from the Summit House, Mt Holyoke, MA
“ I start tomorrow for the great hot river I’ve been wanting so long to see and alone as usual...”
I’m reading “John Muir’s Last Journey” right now and though I’ve only reached page 29 it has inspired me. Mr. Muir took his final 8-month journey to South America, Africa, Egypt and back through the Mediterranean at the age of 73 years and he did it alone. I’ve been ruminating on this aloneness in my own travels. I thrive on solo adventures, hiking, and seeing new places I’ve never been. Continue reading
I’m in a hilarious mood today, my writing is as witty as a 70’s sitcom, well, maybe not, were they witty? I am veering from my norm and having a blast thinking about online dating. I have never done it, or explored it, I should say? But at the enticement of my sister, who is threatening to dip her toes in the online pool, I’m thinking “who doesn’t like company for a dip in the pond?” I’m having more fun just thinking about it, and in all honesty, JOKING about it, than I probably will actually meeting anyone.
First up is picking my online handle. Continue reading
Another full year flies by with many new homes, hikes, plays, friends, family and surprises. What a lucky girl I am, in love with life, my girls, and the next adventure around the corner. Looking back as I dream forward. Happiest 2015 to you all!
January…
February-March… Continue reading
Kayaking on Lake Tahoe, CA
My boss introduced me to a group of people as the “Intrepid Lori Evans.” He meant it in the most complimentary fashion, but I reacted inside to the word intrepid. It spoke to me of stubbornness, a bulldog that bites and doesn’t let go, and had whiffs of the USS Battleship Intrepid in it somehow. Does anyone want to be referred to as a battleship!? Not this girl. I don’t want to be some huge aircraft carrier that plows through water and breaks down the icebergs in its path. Continue reading
The beach down our street
I am back to Lenox, MA after spending a month on Long Island directing Shakespeare with young people. It was such wonderful, happy month, learning new skills as a director, establishing old ones with confidence, and being with 2 co-teacher gals that are fun and talented. The school we taught in put us up in a wonderful cottage a half-mile from the ocean and I was in heaven getting to walk on the beach 3-5 times a week. Continue reading
(Independence Pass, Colorado)
This world is far from small
And her heart is the center of it all
And there’s a river that runs through hills, and it’s never still
Listen closely to the sky
And it’ll show you how to dot life’s I’s.
And don’t be afraid if the girl decides to run
It’s half of the fun
This song by the Josh Abbot Band hit me right between the heart-strings.
In a hotel parking lot in Aspen, Colorado I met a man who made me feel beautiful and ugly. We had exchanged a few sentences two days earlier in the hotel jacuzzi and now as I was leaving the hotel and loading up my car, out he strolled rolling his suitcase. He asked where I had been, we chatted about our Aspen experiences, he told me I am beautiful and asked for my phone number in case we should ever cross paths again. Continue reading
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