I've taken to writing bullet points. Thank you for indulging this lazy writing. It was 102 degrees yesterday, that's a good excuse for lackadaisical journaling. Scattered and out of order, like my brain. It's fine I'm fine stop looking at me.
* As of yesterday, 38 people have quit the building. I am not one of them, unfortunately.
* The Gondoliers opens next Friday. Today is sitzprobe and I am not there. Because I made other plans. Because I have a headache and why do I need to be at sitzprobe, it's an orchestra rehearsal. And I am a pill. Mostly I am a pill. And fat. But that's another bullet point.
*I am picking up sub days at a pony school. It's physically more rough than I'm used to cause it's preschool and there's no where to sit. Hilarity ensues for the fat old woman leaning against the cubby shelves like Tippi Hedrin taking a filming break in her hobble skirt. Except I'm wearing a jumper and arthritis shoes. HA!
* It is not a school for ponies, it is a preschool for human children that has ponies. And two goats and a pig named Piggie Alan Poe. Which these children take for granted to the point that they will pass on their pony ride for the day. They "don't feel like it". Are You Kidding Me? If I was four years old and attended this camp or school, you'd never get me off of the ponies. I don't care how hot it is. Bring it bitches, I'm riding a pony.
* And the reason I chose to pick up sub days at the pony school is that by July, I was on season 6 of DEXTER and it started to suck. May as well work.
* Speaking of sucking, I am doing just that at directing this summer. I'm so stubborn, clearly both education and theatre are done with me, but I refuse to leave. Mostly because theatre and education pay my mortgage. Happy to go if something else falls from the sky. Everything gets solved if an asteroid falls on my head.
*Segue to asteroids. Last year, at some point, the news said there was an asteroid or meteor or space junk that was passing close to earth. It was going to split up and possibly chunks would fall to earth. At 5.30 pm. So I left rehearsal and stood by my car at 5.30 pm, hoping to be beaned by a space rock. My stage manager, who was waiting for his dad to pick him up, asked what I was doing. I told him. "I'm waiting to get smashed by an asteroid." He looked at me with a side eye. I didn't laugh or let him off the hook. I simply stood by my car looking at the sky. He got into his dad's car and they drove away. He watched me through his car window as one does a wounded animal who may or may not make it across the road. When I was not mushed by a meteor, I got into my car and went home. Maybe next time.
* Somatic yoga is a thing. It is supposed to help us plus sizers strengthen our weakened scaffolding, and "release trauma". Many women are shown sobbing on their yoga mat in these advertisements. I did not sob, and I also only did about ten minutes a day. So instead of the full trauma release howl, I'm just experiencing low level depression all day, every day. I don't want to do anything except binge Dexter. I venture outside once a day hoping for an asteroid, so it's a step above my usual malaise, so I know it's working. 10/10 recommend.
*Texas has ammunition in vending machines. In grocery stores. Buena Vista Colorado has one too. That's all. Just thought I'd mention that.
* Sometimes you spend your vacation money on fixing your fence and deck. Sometimes you spend it on groceries. What a great time to be alive!
*A preschooler asked my name. I blanked. I asked their name, hoping for a clue. It was "Bodhi". That did not help me, so I said to call me Bananaface. He told me I was silly and walked away. How do we forget with age how to do that? To just shrug and walk away.
* My cat Houston has been on the dining room chair for two days. She is alive. She is shedding. She is hot and not interested in moving. Good for her, making choices for herself.
* I lost my bifocals, and my old prescription is just off enough to make a true comedy of me both writing rehearsal notes and reading them aloud to actors.
* My WW key is sticking. Must be done.
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