Last Run Through Before The Next One.....huh, huh, huh. (Steve Posen, 1980's rehearsal at the South Florida State Hospital)
Katrina came and went with barely a dent, thank heavens. It was a good rehearsal for what is sure to come. I got the joy of figuring out how the new accordian shutters work; sure kicked in the OCD in me, though. I kept going back to ones I'd already closed JUST to make sure they were really screwed together.....next I'll be combing the fringe on the rugs just so. I also realized just how much stuff we have in the yard. Cheese and Rice, just what do you do with two trampolines in a hurricane? And I will just have to stop staging clever seating vignettes throughout the yard, as trying to cram all that fucking furniture into the house is a major pain. Less charm, people, is the call of the day. Hurricanes drive me nuts and not because of the storm; that I can handle. Having to deal with the husband.....well, that's just another matter entirely. If you hear of murder when the storm is blowing, that'll be me having done him in. The husband tends to get severely torqued about the fact that things JUST AREN'T GETTING DONE in the speedy and efficient manner that a Good Austrian Burgher would do it. Well, HELLO, 13 years later and he still doesn't realize he married an easily distracted meanderer; one of us needs some help, I think. I may be in denial, but at least I know the characters in the play; try looking at it sometimes, you may like it. Oy. Well, off to try to figure out what the hell to do with the 8 extra loaves of bread, gubmint cheese (non organic Kraft grill cheese sandwich crap, yikes), and gazillion extra gallons of milk (drink up, all organic, from happy cows). Remember: "Every Drama Requires a Fool". Which player are you?