performance day

The schedule is set: the printout sits on the little table
beside the bedroom door. Twelve items, from “2:00 p.m.
Set-up”, to “10:00 p.m. Time to pop the cork…”—
the well oiled machine is ready to roll. Except my tongue,
which feels as if someone is squeezing one side with pliers.
A quick sound check before breakfast assures me that
my “L” and “S” sound a bit Spanish, perhaps Castilian, cultivated
on the south side of a sunny valley near Portugal. The result
is that Tiny Tim’s “God bless us, everyone!” sounds more like
“God byeth uth, everyone!” It will sound preciously cute,
and there isn’t anything I can do about it except lose the
accent, or pretend that lisping is sexy. Ya gotta laff.

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Poet, playwright, duplicate bridge player, website designer, cottager, husband, father, grandfather, former athlete, carpenter, computer helper for my friends, theatre designer, backstage polymath, retired teacher of highschool English, drama, art, a baritone singer in a barbershop quartet, who knows what else? wordcurrents is on Facebook: Doug also has a Facebook page, "Incognitio", related to his novels.
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