Bedtime Thoughts

Happy Halloween everybody. I know it has been a while yer again but I do have my reasons. The first reason is my parent's trip to Italy. I was without the Internet cause I took the time and did a lot of writing. I couldn't do much else after I crunched my back. I literally hobbled, and still am hobbling around. I can't figure out what I did. I just got out of bed. It sucks that the best part of my life that I'm enjoying I've hit the age where getting out of bed can render me useless.

That aside the second reason is opening tomorrow night. Every time I thought I had a spare moment to blog or breathe there was some kind of problem. Not major ones at first but enough that I had my break down on the last rehearsal before move in. Then my mentor had his on the move in day and then my stage manager the day after that. So now that the three of us have had our stress release we will be good for the next two weeks. As I told the cast as I hobbled in with my crooked back one rehearsal. The more pain I'm in before the show starts the more of a success this play will be. We will see at the end.

I enlisted the help of Artist for my production. I needed a voice that was sweet. She impressed me last night as we rang in All Hallow's Eve and toasting Kyle as it was his birthday. I had just gotten home from work when Artist called. She was wide awake and in need of one of our therapizing (as we call it) sessions. (Hubby doesn't believe us cause he says there is too much giggling going on) It was fun. She had a beer for Kyle and I toasted with water. (We do not giggle, girls giggle, we as women out right laugh)

I was making coffee tonight and I thought of Ted Priske. Ted Priske was a pipe fitter at the pulp mill I used to work for. He and I never agreed on a thing except for one thing. It used to piss us both off when we would make the coffee and somebody would take a cup of coffee in the middle of the pot dripping through. The coffee was so-so at best but when a cup went missing it tasted wretched. I think of him every so often making coffee. He was a cantankerous, chauvinistic old fart, who played Santa for the children's Christmas party and adored his grand-daughter. I hope she knows how much. Like I said I never agreed with him when ever he opened his mouth except when it came to coffee. If I ever get my big book deal I would love to send him a crate of organic coffee beans and a coffee grinder with a card saying enjoy.

Well Hubby is home and I know he is bored because he is surfing the net for pictures of Italy. I think I'll go chat and bore him. That way he'll go to bed.