Bienvenue! Je suis Berthe, the maid.

We’ve gotten to that point, where we can look back at rehearsal and say, “Cast, I hardly knew ye. But now I do. And I’m grateful for it.” They to a one are the Cat’s Ass. They’re good people, and they’re my people. We each have our own tiny private cabin on the Indiana side of the IN/MI state line, and an even smaller kitchen. But an enormous backstage, and a stellar set.

We spent eight days together last week, and now I miss them. Some imagery and/or quotes:

Lili hacking vigorously at a huge dead log with an axe the size of a butter knife. “Dakotah, your axe doesn’t work.”

Kylie, whispered backstage during a show: “I opened the door too early. I’m gonna kill myself.”

Ok, that’s enough. I fear they veer into inside joke territory. I’m out of practice with this publicly traded blog thing.

Anyway, the deer are fearless, the bugs plentiful, and the beach a 15 minute walk. I’d repeat this experience. 4 stars.