waiting in LAX

Last leg of this trip is about to happen. I flew from Houston to LAX tonight, and the plane for Brisbane is due to leave here in about 1 1/2 hours.

My first visit to Texas was just fine.   Lyndsay was performing in two shows, both quite delightful.  The version of A Christmas Carol, adapted for young children, was performed by four actors, one playing Scrooge while the other three, as ‘ghosts’, provided all the other characters. It was sensitively adapted, true to the original with some gentle insertions of local and contemporary references.

A special treat was a session we had with some of Lyndsay’s actor colleagues, a three hour session working with Archetypes.  We only had time to introduce Hero, Child and Devil, but everyone responded very positively, and I was delighted to be able to share some of this process.

Today, Lyns took me to meet her colleagues at The Texas Repertory Theatre.  This is a remarkable company with its own venue, (a 260 seater pit arrangement) who provide quality theatre and musicals  throughout most of the year. They employ local actors, and actually, according to Artistic Director Craig, “survive on box office”. Now that’s remarkable! Lyndsay and Craig

And so, to Houston TX

After all the grim warnings about flying Continental, and Continental’s own grim warnings that there would be no meals served on the flight from Newark to Houston, the flight was smooth, the service friendly, and they served us pizza, baby carrots, m&ms and fresh coffee – all included in the service. I didn’t have a great view, but I did notice one very long river, flowing north/south, so I am going to assume it was the Mississippi.

Lyndsay met me at the airport, she hasn’t changed a bit. We drove to the Woodlands Mall, in an attempt to meet up with her mother, sister and nieces, had lunch at Panera Bread and a bit of a stroll around. The Mall is way out of town, in a pretty setting with lots of trees around, and a kind of moat, with a water taxi.

Lyndsay shares an apartment with another actor called Jennifer, and two cats. It’s upstairs, and if you didn’t know there was a downstairs, you would think it a house, rather than half a house (the top half). It’s very roomy, almost twice the size of Iain and Jessie’s place in Hoboken, with a verandah out the back overlooking the back garden/yard. I don’t think the girls do much gardening.

Lyndsay’s house, and carFlloyd and Lyns on the front porch

Last night, I saw “Mr Pim Passes By”, by A A Milne, at Main Street Theatre, (http://www.mainstreettheater.com) with Lyns playing Anne, the maid. She hasn’t a lot to say, but is very much part of the family and a great presence. I loved the play, and the production. The performances were all excellent, I would even say classy. The play has a delicacy you don’t see these days, very funny, thoughtful, even moving. I was sitting next to Jim Johnson, the dialect coach for the production, (also teaches at Uni of Houston) and his son Levy. His wife, Carolyn, plays Olivia, a gorgeous portrayal of a gorgeous lady.

Lyns, Jim, Carolyn, Levy and I went for a meal after; there was much deliberation in the foyer as to where we should go, but when they realised I didn’t know what Fried Pickles were, the choice was simple. For the record, Fried Pickles are sliced dill pickles dipped in a light batter and deep fried, served with Ranch Dressing. We had them for starters, and boy they were yummy. Some Pollo Guape and a locally brewed Honey Blonde beer later, we headed home and crashed.

By the way, for those who haven’t been here, it is apparently quite normal for a beer to be served deliberately with no head. Cold, but headless. Interesting, eh?

 This morning, Sunday, breakfast was 2 eggs, sausage, french toast and coffee, $7.43. Not only reasonably priced, but so nice I nearly ate it all.

It’s raining now. A rainy day in Texas. And there is a bead shop round the corner…

Hanging out with Owie

Owen and I hung out today. We went to ex-Mola Coffee, and met a young lady called Leticia (aged 21 mths) who kindly brought over the little bucket of crayons when she finished with them. I had my regular cappuchino – capucchino? kapootschyno? and Owie and I shared a croissant, sitting on the floor playing at putting crayons in the bucket and tipping them out again. Then we strolled down to Barnes and Noble, and looked at all the books, Owie being fascinated by the touch of them as we strolled passed. After that we headed back down Washington Street, picking up leaves to wave in the wind, till we came to the toy shop. In there, I bought Owie a box of wooden blocks in 4 colours, lots of different shapes, and he discovered the little table in the front of the shop which had bending wire with beads that you push over the bumps in the wire, like a roller coaster. He got the hang of it very quickly, then discovered that he could make them spin as well, (with sound effects: “WHEEEEE!!!”).

We strolled home via the playground, but didn’t stop off. Waving leaves in the wind, and helping the wind along with whooshing noises was enough.

Back home, we played with his new car (a traction car that goes like the wind when you let it go – or push it), then had lunch of chicken and sweetcorn with apple juice. Grace was here by then. Owie ran round the corner and came a cropper on the floor, which apparently hurt a lot, because he cried and cuddled, and we sat on the rocker and sang for a bit. I’m pretty sure he was asleep, but when I tried to put him in the cot he woke up pretty fast.

So, we played with the new blocks for a bit, and I noticed he stood up, squatted very deliberately, and then did a poo. Clearly he recognised the signs of impending poo and prepared for it. But was he prepared to then get a clean diaper on? No way, Jose! It’s mine, and I’m keeping it…

Some tousle later, back in the cot, (I eventually found a pacifier) he agreed to take a nap. That’s where he is now.

Here is Owen at the Bronx Zoo on Sunday, sharing some thoughts with the reindeer.

Owen at the Zoo

Flloyd and Owen on WebCam

Hi there, here is the latest video of Master Owen Neil Kennedy. He and I were playing with the WebCam, while Owen’s Fridge DJ provided the background music, and we sang along.(Go to the bottom of the page to find the player, if PodPress doesn’t work.)

If this doesn’t work, try copying this link, and pasting it into a browser window. Your media player should then open up and you can play it there.

Thanksgiving pictures will be up on Picasa, and the movie here later on today, or tomorrow, as I am now back in Hoboken with nothing (!!) better to do.


occasional thoughts of Flloyd Kennedy, for anyone who might be interested