I haven’t written much of late because there isn’t much to say. I work all day, leave straight from work to a show or rehearsal, and then pretty much straight to bed utterly exhausted. I suppose I will slow down one day, but for now it is go-go-go all the time.
RICHIE has opened more doors than I ever thought it would. Many people have come to see the shows that have approached me after for various reasons. I have been asked, legitimately, to pose for a painting by a local artist. I was asked on three separate occasions by three individuals to stage manage their next show. I got a mention in the Indy for my able performance. It may not seem like much, but in a supporting role with only a few lines and a cast of 18 women, it is pretty dang significant. I actually had a friend from work come to see the show with his wife and got to have social time with new people which may lead to more social time which I would really like. Overall, this show has been a very positive theatre experience.
I am simultaneously working on Harold and Maude with Shelby. He’s the stage manager/sound designer/props coordinator. Leave it to my baby to dive in. There are several nights when half the cast is not called and Shelby jumps on stage to walk their parts as well. Pretty soon, he’ll be performing this as a one man show.
I have a RICHIE performance tonight and tomorrow night, we load in the set for Harold and Maude on Saturday, a RICHIE performance Saturday night, and then finish load in and rehearsal on Sunday. Then we launch into Tech Week for H&M and open on Thursday. I will let you know if I survive.
My crop is suffering. I don’t think the pots are big enough but I don’t have the energy to replant anything. I clipped away a significant heap of tomato plant a few weeks back. Something was eating all the fruit, leaving rotting carcasses on the vines which was in turn, rotting the vine. Now I have a smattering of green that refuses to grow either in size or color. Just dangling green bulbs like ornaments on Charlie Brown’s Christmas Tree. The green peppers grow to about half the size they are supposed to be and then turn red and rot from the bottom up. I’m not sure why. It’s kind of weird. The only thing that thrives is the Cayenne. And a freaking lot of Cayenne at that. It reminds me of the year that almost nothing grew in my father’s garden except Okra. Okra that mom didn’t really know what to do with. I have a lot of Cayenne. Maybe I’ll bring some in for the peeps at work! Friendly.
Ok, that is enough boring nonsense for one day.