May 11, 2007

Friday, May 11, 2007
Waning Moon
Pluto Retrograde
Jupiter Retrograde
Rainy and warm

Jill Shalvis is going to laugh at me.

If you read her wonderful blog, you know that she is less than fond of spiders. And, if you’ve read my comments to those posts, you know I keep telling her that spider is a messenger and she has to interpret the message.

Well, I came home from the theatre on Tuesday night and went into the kitchen to fix a cup of tea and one of the biggest gray spiders I’ve ever seen scuttled across my bare foot from one side of the kitchen to the other. I screamed and nearly dropped the kettle.

It wasn’t as big as the spider who visited our apartment in Edinburgh a few years ago, where my fellow cast-mates jumped on furniture and I chased it around with a baking pan and a spatula and finally corralled it and released it out the window (we were on the first floor). But it was big.

And now I don’t know where it is.

So every time I feel the least little tickle, I jump ten feet, sure that a four inch spider is about to crawl up my leg.

And I have NO idea what it’s trying to tell me.

Go ahead, Jill – laugh! Serves me right! 

Brandy, I really admire the way you’re handling everything. Chris needs you to be strong right now. And remember – you’ve got all of us as your support system. You care-take him; we’ll care-take you so that you CAN care-take him. We’re here, so don’t hesitate to call on us.

Red tagged me for “eight wonderful things about me”. I’m going to do it – but so far, I’ve only thought of two!

Hop on over to the new site for The Scruffy Dog Review Blog and read my post on “Living By Your Wits”. Thank you, Brenda and Colin, for moving it to WordPress!

And hop on over to The Tactile Muse to read about my latest knitting adventures.

I was pretty much a waste of food yesterday. Exhausted and not feeling well due to this respiratory whatever – which is made worse by the growing (in every sense of the word) mold problem in the basement of this building, post-flood. The Tenants’ Organization is putting together a meeting to figure out what to do about it.

But I read a bit, caught up on some work, knitted a bit (Elsa helped), dealt with some phone stuff, etc., etc. All I wanted to do was sleep, but that’s not an option right now. Maybe Monday I’ll be able to take a nap.

I bought lilacs on my way home from work last night – and I’m so congested I can even smell them!

Took the train into the city. Stopped by the Imperial Theatre, where Coram Boy is currently playing. A friend of mine just moved into the assistant supervisor position. I wanted to stop by and drop off the tiny little gift I brought from Iceland. And I ran into another friend of mine who’s in the process of buying a house not too far from me, so we got to catch up. I barely made it to my own theatre by call time!

Show was fine. I started reading Practical Demonkeeping backstage. It’s hilarious! Well-written, well-structured and genuinely clever. I got pulled in so deeply that sometimes, I barely made my cues! But they all got done, so it was fine.

Missed the 11:10 train by one minute. I’d much rather miss it by ten minutes than one! Puttered around Grand Central for awhile, but got a good seat on the 11:40. Got home just before one, knitted a few more rows, and went to bed.

Good yoga session this morning, and a productive session on Good Names. I need to do some more research. I’m tired, in that state of exhaustion that an eight show week always places me. If I was ONLY doing the eight shows, I could sleep in and focus on that. But, since I’m juggling the writing and the rest of it as well – I simply have to be in a state of perpetual exhaustion all week.

Today, I have to catch up on paperwork, do some research, scour the job boards (they’ve been very disappointing this week), write the pre-Preakness article, and run some errands. And then, tonight, it’s off to the theatre again. The Circadian Poem will go up later – I’m having trouble with the disk.

Today’s Iceland photos, top and bottom, are of Kerio (there should be a line over the “o” to extend it, but I think it’s pronounced “Keyrith”). This is a volcanic crater now filled with water. No guard-rails, so I didn’t get too close to the edge! I love the colors.

Hope you’re preparing for a terrific weekend!

Devon

Good Names ¬ – 9,562 words out of est. 100,000

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9 / 100
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May 10, 207

Wednesday, May 10
Waning Moon
Pluto Retrograde
Jupiter Retrograde
Cloudy and warm

I overslept (happens when you get in after midnight and can’t get to sleep right away) and am having a slow start. Don’t have an update on Good Names yet, so tomorrow’s entry will probably combine today’s and tomorrow’s work.

The “Egg-on-Face Post-Derby Wrap-Up” article is up on Femmefan here.

No, Brandy, I haven’t received any replies to my adoption question. I think I’ll have to email my contact at NYPL and see if he can point me in the right direction.

And, Brandy, my thoughts are with you that everything works out. Most important thing to know – no matter how difficult it is for you, do NOT let the doctors, etc., push you around. You need to be Chris’s advocate right now. If someone’s not forthcoming with information or not doing what you believe needs to be done, be polite but FIRM and DON’T BACK DOWN. Unfortunately, hospitals tend to prioritize by who advocates and who rolls over. This, in my opinion, is due to pressure from insurance companies, and not necessarily the fault of the health care providers. My mantra when dealing with that is, “That’s not acceptable. Try again.” Hysterics won’t get you want you need, but firm, immovable determination will. You’re going to have to move out of your comfort zone to protect Chris’s health.

Mini-rant – I’m getting a little tired of celebrities jumping on the eco-conscious bandwagon. You want me to take you seriously? Stop riding in limos, using private jets, and get rid of your SUVs. More walking the talk, fewer photo ops.

Our show is one of several Broadway companies involved in helping the post-Katrina kids in this organization, (After the Storm Foundation) bring their production up to NYC and see other shows. They’re coming up in mid-June — it’s going to be exciting for all of us! I’m honored to be a contributor.

Shows were fine yesterday. I took allergy medication for the first show and it made me dizzy; didn’t want to take it for the second and was congested. Can’t win!

The weather was so gorgeous that my friend B. and I went over to World Wide Plaza and ate outside at the New World Grill in between shows. We had some wine and split several plates of appetizers and enjoyed a lovely, sunny New York experience.

I’m reading one of the novels I brought back from Iceland, called 101 Reykjavik by Hallgrimur Helgason. It’s my understanding this book (published in the mid-90’s) was so popular it was turned into a movie or TV thing or something. It’s sort of an existential slacker novel. Unfortunately, I hate it. It’s well-written, mind you; but I loathe the navel-gazing, self-involved, dull protagonist who’s as obsessed with his own genitalia as any Philip Roth character (but without the literary technique). Someone said that I “should’ like it because it’s Icelandic, and not liking it shows I’m a small-minded American – well, you know, the novel could be happening in New York (parts of it remind me of some of Jay McInerny’s work – not parts I like) or Los Angeles or London or Paris or anywhere – I’d still dislike the protagonist. He’s just the type of guy for whom I have no use and no sympathy. If I met him in a bar, I’d walk away within the first three minutes. There’s way too much going on in the world and that needs to be done in the world for me to have any patience with passive/aggressive apathetic morons.

“But isn’t it because it’s a pre-9/11 novel and you’re reading it post-9/11?” My questioner persisted.

I considered this, and decided that no, even before 9/11, I had no time for passive/aggressive apathetic morons. They are simply not people with whom I choose to spend my time, whether it’s on the page or in real life.

So my friend Jack lent me Christopher Moore’s Practical Demon-keeping instead, which he thinks I’ll really like.

I need to work on Good Names, get caught up on a bunch of paperwork, get out the report for Confidential Job #1, etc., etc., and then it’s back to the show tonight.

Let’s hope Lara has her baby today. I already told her I’m going to laugh like crazy if it turns out to be twins! That happened to an acquaintance of mine a few years ago, even though she had the ultrasounds and everything else. No one noticed it was twins until the kids were born. She kind of suspected (she said, “I’ve been big as a house in previous pregnancies, but never as big as a barn”), so she was less surprised than the folk in the delivery room. In fact, she was rather relieved that it wasn’t triplets!

I’m vamping now, avoiding getting down to work. Here are more Iceland pictures, top and bottom. Eventually, I’ll get around to actually writing about the trip. I had colleagues howling with laughter upon hearing some of our adventures.

Have a great day!

Devon

May 8, 2007

Tuesday, May 8, 2007
Waning Moon
Pluto Retrograde
Jupiter Retrograde
Sunny and warm

My heart goes out to all those in Greensburg, Kansas, devastated by that awful tornado. What can one say? The destruction is apocalyptic.

Iceland photos will be on the top and bottom of the entries for the next few days. IE, there are three photos above this entry, and three photos below it. Tomorrow’s bottom three will be on top of today’s top three, etc. So keep scrolling and don’t miss anything!

If you haven’t entered Mia King’s contest yet, scroll below today’s photos to yesterday’s second post and hop on over to her blog. I believe the contest runs until tomorrow – and you can win an astrological report, among other things!

Research help: Does anyone know or know where I can find out the proper form of address, in 1903, for an adopted child to the parent, if the child is old enough to remember the birth mother? IE, the child was taken in as a ward, then adopted. Would the new parent be referred to as “Mother” or as “Aunt” or as something else? The etiquette books I’ve found for that don’t seem to cover it. If you can point me in the right direction, I would really appreciate it.

Remember how I had all that stuff I needed to do?

Instead, as I printed out the rest of the Iceland photos, I began The Tactile Muse. Yes, I’m doing a blog devoted to the fiber crafts I enjoy. The trip to Iceland inspired me to re-learn knitting, and I want to have a place to discuss, in depth, the quilting and sewing and other crafts. Don’t worry, I won’t be posting every day. Just intermittently. But you can read yesterday’s errors in knitting, should you choose.

If I do it all here, it’ll take you an hour every morning to read the entry. This way, you guys can pick and choose the topics in my life that hold any (if any) interest to you.

Rhian, thanks for making Wren’s poem part of the train. I wasn’t quite sure how to hook up to that. We’re both honored.

Devon’s Random Newsletter for May went out yesterday. If you didn’t get your copy, or want to sign up for the newsletter, you can do so here.

Went to Staples to get some more photo paper. Went to the liquor store to get more wine. Went to AI Friedman to get the photo albums for the Iceland photos and to get on-sale yarn – I should have gone to Michael’s, but I always forget we have a Michael’s near by until I’ve already spent the money at Friedman. Oh, well. It’s inexpensive “test” yarn for my knitting practice.

Caught up on a bunch of paperwork, but barely made a dent. It’s amazing, how quickly it all stacks up. Unpacked my bag from the trip and repacked it as my daily travel bag to and from the city this week.

Tried not to pour ice water on the guys making lots of noise with machinery under my window all day as they worked on . . .something . . .in the basement, and I tried to get work done up above. I realize that they have to do their work, and I respect it. It’s just that repetitive machine noise drives me crazy – and, trust me, it’s a very short drive!

Fortunately, if I get up early enough, I can get my 1000+ words for the day done BEFORE they start making noise!

I’m having an allergic reaction to all the mold/mildew/other crap kicked up by the storm. Complete respiratory meltdown. Not pretty, and not fun. I guess I should be glad I’m away from the building for most of the week, working. It got progressively worse as the day wore on – it’s acting rather like a bad cold, but not. I’d like to stay tucked in bed tomorrow – but I have an 8-show week. And I can’t call in: A) because I’m a swing, and it’s my job to be there when someone’s out and B) because there are various strikes looming in my industry this summer and fall (justified ones, I might add), and I have to take as much work as possible before they happen. Gotta love that Nyquil!

I have to find my book of yoga cures so I can do poses to counteract what’s going on. I’ve been sick far too much this year, and it needs to stop.

Good morning’s work on Good Names – tons of research still to do, but it’s coming together, story-wise and character-wise and even plot-wise.

Off to the theatre, for day-work and a show. Not in the mood. I need to decompress, get healthy, and do a lot of writing. But, as mentioned above – got to grab the work while it’s there – it could be a long, dry summer! Hopefully, everything will be negotiated in time – but I wouldn’t count on it.

Devon

Good Names – 7,812 words out of est. 100,000

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Sometimes, you just need the pictures . . .

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Elsa, the cat who thinks she’s a dog.

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The Squeaky Bees plush dog toy that Cat Elsa wants, but was sent to Pickles the Pug.

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The sleepy twins, Violet (L.) and Iris (also known as Princess Hellion).

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