The owners, husband and wife, and theatre parents themselves, joined us for a potluck dinner in the lobby, then led us through the process. The play they chose for us to read was Almost, Maine.  A play about a cast of eccentric couples who have conversations about their hurts, their fears, and their needs.  It is set in a small town in Maine, but with it’s sub-zero temperatures, and aw shucks attitude, it might as well be our very own FM. Even the emotional terrain covered seemed oddly familiar.  This series of vignettes all take place at the same moment on a cold clear moonless night as the characters experience crucial, but every-day moments in their lives.  

The first was “Her Heart.” Glory, holding a bag looks up at the sky from the front yard of a stranger where she’s pitched a small tent.  East, comes outside to see why this woman is camped out in his yard. She’s come to see the Northern Lights, which she believes is is a procession of the souls of the dead. She hopes to pay respects to her dead husband, who left her for another woman and broke her heart.  Her heart, which she claims doesn’t work anymore, is in the bag she clutches.

In The Story of Hope, Hope rings a doorbell and a small shrunken man answers. She had come to this house believing her old boyfriend Daniel would always be there.  She pours out her heart, guilty for leaving town, and leaving Daniel’s question to her unanswered. She suddenly realizes that the quiet, smaller stranger is Daniel, transformed because he’s lost a lot of hope.

This Hurts introduces us to Marvalyn who is ironing in the laundry room and accidentally hits Steve, a fellow tenant with the ironing board.  He tells her he can’t feel pain because he has a technical sounding disease. He has a whole list of things to avoid, because they can hurt him, one of them being love.

Where it Went. After skating on a pond, Phil and Marci talk about disappointment and frustration with each other as they search for Marci’s shoe. They finally confess they are both lonely and wonder what they are waiting for.  

Seeing the Thing was the last vignette, read for us by   our directors, the only two who felt comfortable on the stage. They portrayed Rhonda and Dave, snowmobilers.  Dave has painted a picture for Rhonda, but she can’t seem to tell what it is. She also won’t admit they are anything more than buddies. Dave kisses her and changes her perspective, allowing her to see what the picture really is.

Whether or not they did this on purpose, the play our directors chose was very much like our lives.  The lines we read were about real people who are honestly dealing with tough things – just like those of us gathered there on stage. It was a little scary, it was a little exhilarating, just like starting a new phase of life.

With our Small Adventures, we are not waiting for our lives to happen to us, we are choosing to experience life, and we’re finding out that there are plenty of new adventures left!