June 17, 2007

Sunday, June 17, 2007
Waxing Moon
Pluto Retrograde
Jupiter Retrograde
Mercury Retrograde
Sunny and warm

Happy Father’s Day to those of you who celebrate it!

Thanks for all the good wishes, everybody. Believe me, I want to get the heck out of this Dodge, and I’m working on it. Unfortunately (?), since I want it to be a single move, I can’t make it a panic move – I have to find the place where I want to be and then secure it. And the move itself is going to be massive – yet, in a way, I’m looking forward to it, because it’ll be so much better on the other side. Unfortunately, with both Jupiter AND Mercury Retrograde – the chances are I wouldn’t be able to find something with them retrograde and if I did, the Jupiter Retrograde (which means you lose stability and instead of expanding in areas of home and money, you contract) and the Mercury Retrograde (don’t buy big ticket items or sign contracts or you’ll be really, REALLY sorry) – the next few weeks don’t look so good!

And, of course, one should be prepared for travel delays during Mercury Retrograde and what am I doing? Travelling nearly the entire time for writing gigs.

It looks like this will be a particularly nasty MR, so I better batten down the hatches.

Julia mentioned the beauty of the music of Manon and the two lovely scenes – the bedroom pas de deux and the brother’s drunken revelry – the music and those scenes are worth the ticket price, definitely, but I have a hard time feeling sympathy for characters who don’t learn from their mistakes, and neither Manon nor her lover did. But yes, the piece itself is lovely, as is the music.

Yesterday, on the train into the city, we stopped at New Rochelle (as we do). A little kid got on the train, and the doors shut before his mother could step on. About twenty of us are screaming at the engineer (who was less than ten feet away from us) to stop, and for the conductor. They IGNORED us. So someone finally pulled the emergency brake. And the kid was reunited with his mother before the train left the station. Yet another incident where the incompetence of Metro North shines brightly. When twenty people are yelling,” Stop! Wait! Don’t pull out!” there’s probably a good reason, you dumbass.

Can you imagine how scared that kid and his mother were? The kid couldn’t have been more than six or seven. And the mother had two smaller kids in a stroller. What would have happened if they’d actually been separated, due to the stupidity of the Metro North crew? By the way, the bell that’s supposed to ring before the doors close – didn’t.

Both shows were fine. The person who set the show up has a very different thought process than I do, and I don’t follow her logic. But if I follow the notes, for the most part, I can get through it. There was an important move missing from the notes in the first act, which set up a domino effect for awhile, but we got through it and caught up. I fixed it in the notes so I wouldn’t make the same mistake in the second show, but then one of the labeled baskets wandered off somewhere in the second show, so I have to go searching for it when I get in today. Far too much basket ballet.

A friend and I went out to Ciro’s for dinner. The food was good, but a few too many tourists in the place for my taste.

Back for the matinee today, and then straight home. I need to actually put in the air conditioner tonight – it’s supposed to be hot tomorrow. I meant to do it a couple of weeks ago, but the temperatures never got as high as they predicted, so I didn’t.

I need to work on an article this morning before I leave, and maybe, maybe, get a bit of other writing done, although I’m so tired I doubt it. I was so exhausted when I got home at nearly one this morning from a two show day that I was ready to cry out of sheer fatigue. I fell into bed, and the cats nestled up with me and purred me to sleep.

I’m exhausted, mentally and physically, and I’m tired of two years of non-stop problems in this building. All people want to do is to be left alone to live their lives. That’s not too much to ask.

Devon

5 Comments

  1. I’m sorry you’re having problems with your building. I do believe when the time is right for your move, it will happen and it will be a glorious thing.

    Geeze, how stupid was the conductor to not hear you guys telling him to stop.

    I hope you’re able to get some rest today. Have a good Sunday.

  2. I hope once you’re confident it will be a good time, you’ll move. The time, energy and health issues the building is causing is wearing on you. I’ll say a prayer for you.
    I am very glad we live in an area that doesn’t have a railway! As a matter of fact public transportaion is exceptionally sad here.
    Anyway, try and get some rest and I’ll be thinking of you!

  3. Moving is such a pain – and to do it twice in one year is WORSE. I did that last night and I’m so glad I’m in my own house with my very own stuff and no one can tell me what I can and can’t do. It’s bliss. 🙂

    Are you still searching for a home to buy? It’s wonderful to own and I find there’s always something to do/keep up/paint/whatever. It’s good busy stuff.

    I can’t believe the train nearly left with that little boy. If I had been the mother, I would have been terrified. Thank goodness they were reunited! I took my 5 year old to the rodeo this past spring and he did the kid run in the middle of the arena. He went to the wrong gate when it was over and I had about 10 minutes of mind-numbing fear until the security guard brought him to me. It was the most terrifying moment of my parental life (so far).

  4. Devon,

    I am glad you are back!

    I loved being purred to sleep by my cat. The dog is just a bed-hog. He doesn’t make any soothing noises…just random sighs.

    (Yes, we share our bed.)

    🙂

    I hope you regain your momentum and I wish you all the best with your living arrangements. You need and deserve a place of peace and positive-energy.

    truly,

    Sylvia C.

  5. There’s a place out there for you that will be just perfect for you and the cats. 🙂

    Our air conditioner is leaking water and creating a mess in our basement. Not sure what the problem is, but we can’t leave if off – the humidity is horrible here, with no cool breezes at night. It’s just hot and icky.


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