RICHARD III AND LADY ANNE

 I postponed Monday’s rehearsal with a classmate (via FaceTime) of an impassioned scene in which Richard III (a blackguard) dares to sweeps Lady Anne (whose husband he’s killed in battle) off her feet in his ploy to make her his own (though he declares within an aside to the audience that he will not keep her long).  Though a sweet tongued roguish rascal doth R prove to be, Lady Anne’s ultimate capitulation maketh no sense—unless Shakespeare had maketh frequent use of poetic license thus stooping to exacerbate R’s hunched back while hardening his villain’s heart.  I mean, questions exist as to whether Shakespeare made R ever so monstrous to curry favor with Queen Elizabeth I as a recent perusal of historical documentation suggests as being worthy of our serious consideration.  In any case

While texting my mutual amateur thespian, Chuck, of my need to postpone our FaceTime rehearsal till Tuesday, here is the message I chose to compose—

Several times a day, I hear myself telling Will—I couldn’t do this without your heart connected so lovingly with mine.  And the constant love of our family and friends continues to buoy both of our spirits, every day.  I maintain my balance by feeling truly grateful for daily blessings of which there are many.  And in that way do I adhere to a positively focused attitude based in peacefulness, day after day.  We’re deeply appreciative of my team at Mayo, as we feel my needs have been highly prioritized over these past three years.  And having had four surgeries and many rounds of chemo (which necessitated emergency hospitalizations and blood transfusions), my on-going need of astute medical care has been answered with such kind consistency as to be numbered amongst my blessings, as well.

Monday will be spent consciously clearing my head so as to face Wednesday’s first radiation treatment wearing an honest smile in appreciation of the role played by modern medical technology, which continues  to extend the length of my life, thus affording me additional time to enjoy with family and friendships, such as the one that’s developed between you and me.

And for reasons described above, I’ve postponed our rehearsal of one of Shakespeare’s impassioned ‘love/hate’ scenes until the sun doth rise on the morrow.

Until then, I bid thee adieu,

Lady Anne

Hey! I mean—Harken! So sayeth your friend, Annie—This similarity of names certainly adds to injecting my study of Shakespeare with a sense of timeless good old fashion fun 🙋🏻‍♀️😊🌈🍀