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Jan. 31st, 2006 12:46 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
My mother called me up tonight--she felt that something was wrong because we hadn't talked in awhile. (She was right.) I adore my mother, can I just say that? We talked for awhile, over an hour. I told her about shiva last week, and being in the Scottish play, and directing Paula's play. Mom was all "I think that's a great idea--it sounds like a real challenge" because Paula's play has an all-black cast and I'm stepping out of my comfort zone.
I told her about my plans for next month (more later), and she mused aloud "I always thought we should go to London together." Oh my God. How much would I love to go to London with my mother? The woman who inculcated me with the Anglophile gene, who brought me up to read about Henry VII and the Wars of the Roses and Eleanor of Acquitane? I would eat that up with a SPOON, a spoon. All that HISTORY.
I told her about my plans for next month (more later), and she mused aloud "I always thought we should go to London together." Oh my God. How much would I love to go to London with my mother? The woman who inculcated me with the Anglophile gene, who brought me up to read about Henry VII and the Wars of the Roses and Eleanor of Acquitane? I would eat that up with a SPOON, a spoon. All that HISTORY.
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