If you are a praying sort...
...please pray for a priest and monk and friend who is almost certainly dying. Thank you.
...please pray for a priest and monk and friend who is almost certainly dying. Thank you.
...the lighter than air blogging. I am frantically getting ready for rehearsals which start on Monday. And there are problems, because there always are. I'm both terrified and terribly excited.
More tomorrow, I promise.
..illness has attacked my body and rain has beset my spirits. I spent much of the time in my room, re-reading the script of the play I'm about to direct and discovering that stomach pain tends to block clever ideas from forming in the human brain.
Now, however, I am feeling perkier and the sun, if not actually shining, is giving the clouds a run for their money. I am off for a walk down by the lake. More later...
...but today was one of those days when everything takes longer than it should. I am bone weary with very little to show for it. I am now off to knit up my raveled sleeve of care. More tomorrow...
...have been madness, madness. I have been running around like the proverbial decapitated chicken, trying to get done everything that needs to get done before I head back to The Small Town for the summer - my first summer spent there in 10 years.
Rest assured that I will have much to say once I arrive and settle in. My plane leaves tomorrow morning at 6:30am. Yes, indeed.
I have window seats confirmed for both my flights and I am hoping for a cloudless day so I can see a bit of the fruited planes.
More soon....
Sorry for the light posting. Things didn't work out with the Impossible Man. I knew they wouldn't (or why would I have called him "impossible"), but that doesn't make the end any less of a blow. More of a blow perhaps to my pride than to my heart (though I'm not sure about that - my heart feels pretty sore), but my pride bruses easily. I have reacted to this situation like a total girl.
And so the past week has been one long, teary wallow, really. And who wants to hear about that? A rundown of my typical day would go something like this.... (You have been warned).
Sorry, sorry, sorry for the light-as-air blogging. We are currently in an all out push at the theatre where I am an Associate Artistic Director. We open a show next week. We are busy putting up the set - and doing a thousand other things.
For the last week my life has whipped by in a blur, something like this:
Build, build. Paint, paint. Cut self. Bleed. Decide to use flat of hand instead of hammer. Get unsightly blood blister. Curse own stupidity. Try to be good leader. Feel am failing miserably. Have people quit with very little notice. People suck. Have other people really step up and help out. People are marvelous. Blood blister turns into vast, spreading bruse. Find self involved in budgetary matters against own better judgement. Get paint all over self and clothes. Wonder why water-based paint won’t wash off hands. Bruse fading. Find out show is running too long. Hard to be good leader when can't seem to master use of screw gun. Worry that we messed up Actors Equity paper work. Find out that we didn’t. Email in box overflowing. More building, more painting. What do you mean the props person has vanished? So tired feel like walking through water. Not nearly as far along as should be. How will we get finished in time? Miserable. Happy. Why am I doing this? What would I rather be doing? Too busy to answer that question.
Yes, it's as delightful as it sounds.
...please pray for my sister. Thank you.
