Men were deceivers ever,
One foot in sea, and one on shore,
To one thing constant never.
Then sigh not so, but let them go,
And be you blithe and bonny,
Converting all your sounds of woe
Into hey nonny nonny."
-Much Ado About Nothing, Act 2 Scene iii

Summer is in full swing in Monmouth, and the season is open! Last Friday we brought Much Ado About Nothing to the stage in swinging style, but that was far from the only event of last week. It started off with a bang as I received a visit from my good friend Katja from Berlin. She arrived that Saturday in time to catch the Black Fly Follies. It was so great to see her, and to spend some time with her in my country (for a change), and to show her the sights and sounds of New England. She was also able to show me some of them, as she was staying at a local bed and breakfast called the Annabessacook Farm. I joined her there for dinner that Sunday night and boy am I glad I did!
The Annabessacook Farm is owned by Craig & Job, two lovely gentlemen who farm the place and also create an incredibly warm, relaxing atmosphere for their guests. They also set a wondrous table, and after Katja gave me a tour of the farm (goats, sheep, chickens, pigs, lots of veggies) we went inside for what turned out to be a deceptively simple, delicious meal. We started off with an appetizer of home-made (organic) goat cheese, made entirely from ingredients on the farm. Their milking goat, named Con Leche (natsch!) produces a gallon of milk each day, which they use to create cheese and other delicacies. It was easily the freshest cheese I'd ever had, and one of the best. We devoured a small wheel of it and as we were relishing that, Craig brought out another and said that dinner would be ready soon. So much goodness!


Monday brought the fourth of July, our nation's birthday and the first decent weather of the last ten days. We lucked out, not only with the weather but also with the fact that Dave & Donna Shaw were hosting our 4th of July party at their beautiful home this year. It was a holiday party as most of us can only dream of: a gorgeous house on a hilltop, overlooking the lake with beachfront access. Canoes, kayaks, a motorboat and kneeboards, even a jetski. If there was a summery pastime, we were partaking. And of course the spread was majestic: burgers and sausage and hot dogs and an endless array of salads. Desserts and drinks and great conversations, exactly what we needed on our day off.



We even managed to get Clenton Hollinger on a jetski. This was after he proclaimed at the top of the summer he would not set foot in the lake; seemed to unsanitary. Imagine our surprise when we saw he and Allison speeding away on the jetski. We've come a long way baby.

Also imagine our dismay when we saw the jetski capsized in the middle of the Lake and Clenton, unable to reboard the machine, having to be rescued by the motor boat! Ah well, it was a glorious two minutes. Baby steps, as they say.

But the party continued, and after six hours or so, not a one of us were able to eat any more food or swim any more, so we decided to head over to Winthrop for the fireworks. They were lovely and I think we gave Katja the full American experience that day, before she had to head back to Berlin last Tuesday. Thanks again Dave & Donna for a wonderful day, you're the best!




Friday brought opening night of the 42nd season at the Theater at Monmouth. In accordance with tradition, one of our youngest company members, Ian Kramer, recited Hamlet's welcome to the players and did so masterfully. Directly afterward, Dave tapped the staff three times on stage to officially open his last season as producing director, and the show began. Despite the seemingly smooth tech process and a solid preview, the premiere was anything but gentle. There were a lot more laughs thanks to our savvy opening-night audience (who, it may be said, have a facility and appreciation for Shakespeare that may not have been shared by the high schoolers the night before) which meant we were adjusting our performance accordingly. All that extra energy also led to some flubs; like when one of the watch's billy clubs flew end over end into the audience and Bill Van Horn chided the nearest audience member without missing a beat. Or when a Benedick entrance was missed, due to a scramble of line-memorizing for our next play, as well as faulty speakers in the dressing room which made the action on stage hard to hear.


We are currently in the thick of rehearsals for Room Service, our second play which opens this Friday! More on that and many other fine deviations when we catch up next week.
"For man is a giddy thing, and this is my conclusion,"
BBell
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