Thursday, November 10, 2016

Oops.

Yesterday morning, when Samuel came into our room at 6:30, still in his PJ's, I told him that Donald Trump had won the election.  He climbed into bed next to me and said one word:

"Oops."

I can't think of anything more elegant or more fitting than that to say on the subject, so I won't.


Life speeds along.   Samuel seems to be maturing a bit - fewer tantrums and more frequently kind to and entertained by his sister.  Anna is a sweet little cutie - a singer and a dancer and a smiler.  Their recent enjoyment is to climb up on the couch and bounce their heads against the back while listening to music.

The biggest hurdle right now (with the exception of trying to figure out how to navigate a crumbling democracy that will no doubt be replaced by roving bands of armed white-power hooligans) is figuring out how to cut through our family members' various schedules.  Jeannie's work has become somewhat engaging and fulfilling again, which means that she actually has a reason to spend time there, and my work still keeps me there sometimes for long stretches, and Samuel's in school 5 days now, and Anna's in daycare some days, etc etc etc.

So the trick is finding time for Jeannie and I to spend time together, and just be like normal people instead of crazy parent-people.

Worked on a cool set that I didn't design.  It was a pain to build and drove me a little bit crazy, but it ended up working, so I'm pleased.




Also designed and built the set for Othello, about which I felt 'meh.'





Monday, October 03, 2016

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Million-dollar idea:

albino band-aids.

I had this idea either very late last night or very early this morning.

Monday, September 12, 2016

With the Door Open

Right now Anna and Kenny are taking well-deserved long naps, and I just woke up from same.  Kenny is our friend/babysitter's kid, with whom we trade babysitting (and by that I mean we trade babysitting with the babysitter, not with Kenny).

I had a long weekend at work with Othello.   It's not our best set, but it's not our worst set.  There are things I would definitely do differently if I were doing it over, but I just don't have time to redo for this production.  I will say that the costumes took this show for a radical left-turn that I don't think the rest of us adjusted enough for it once it happened.  But anyway, the set looks mostly like the design, so I'm happy.



I am looking forward to this show being up and running so I get to hang out with my boo again.  Also, so I can get crackin' on our basement half-finishing.

Not sure what to do with Anna and Kenny with the rest of our afternoon, although I'm thinking it's going to be a trip to the grocery store to buy bacon and then pick up Samuel from school.  I've still been doing a decent job with running and trying to eat better, although working all weekend didn't help the healthy eating thing.   But, still, I'm feeling good and feeling excited about keeping it going.



Tuesday, September 06, 2016

I'll Tell You What I DON'T Want To Bring...

I just got back from a late night run.  A tree branch scratched me in the head.  Or on the head, rather.  The running is feeling good.  I want to get back to my long runs of '08, but I'm not sure I have the time for it.  Back then I used to run for like 2 hours at a time, but now I'm lucky if I can scrape together 45 minutes, and to do that I usually need to go before 6AM or after 9PM.

It's been weird lately, but not necessarily in a bad way.  The Dude has started Pre-K at the local Baltimore City Public School, which is 5 days a week, and he wears a little uniform, and it's a little bit less cushy than his old preschool was.  So he's still adjusting.  The days all start with him saying he doesn't want to go and end with him saying he had a great day.  And he likes his teachers, which counts for a lot.

My Dad has had some health issues lately, which is kinda sucky.  I've been watching these old Super 8 home movies that my grandpa took in the 50's and 60's that I copied to my computer while we were on vacation.  It's weird to see movies of my dad when he was in his teens and 20's and now think of him has a nearly 80-year-old.

I haven't had anymore million dollar ideas.  Believe me, you'll be the first to know when I do.

I could go for a G&T, but I worry it would send me right back to drinking them every night, and that wouldn't help the current kick I'm on.

Been re-reading an old fantasy book I read when I was 12 or 13.  A fun little stroll down memory avenue.  Or street.

Tuesday, August 23, 2016

Back Ridge Boys

I feel like a new person since returning from vacation.  I feel free from a lot of things I felt trapped by before - my phone, Facebook, G&T's, too much food, no exercise, my schedule, renovation inertia.

So I've stopped checking Facebook, I've stopped drinking G&T's every night, I've stopped eating exclusively crap, I've started getting up at 5 to run and not feel rushed in the morning, and I've started working on shit in our house.  It feels great!  I need the time away to reboot, I guess.

Since I'm not checking Facebook, I need an outlet for all my million-dollar ideas.  This blog will once again be that outlet.

First post-facebook million-dollar idea:  An Oak Ridge Boys album consisting entirely of Backstreet Boys covers.  Album title:  Back Ridge Boys.

Billion dollar idea:  Same thing but with the Backstreet Boys covering Oak Ridge Boy tunes.  But personally, I'd rather hear the Oak Ridge Boys do "I Want it That Way" than hear the Backstreet Boys do "Elvira."

Maybe a joint tour?

Friday, August 19, 2016

Adventurers

Just returned from a 'vacation' to the Lou.

Reminded of how wonderful my sister and her family is.

Working on a mashup of Radiohead and the Black Eyed Peas that I'm tentatively calling Radio Eyed Pea Heads.   The songs really only work well together for about a verse.

Took my kids to a local river today.  Good times.
















Feeling motivated about all things except my job.

Thursday, July 21, 2016

Ad Memoriam

What a weird week it's been.   Mostly work (and world) stuff, but personal stuff, too.  Is it just me, or does 2016 seem to be an extraordinarily weird year?   Like, a year that makes you start to believe the Book of Revelations.  A year that makes you feel like you're rounding a corner.  A year that feels like it's just getting started, and by the end of it things are going to be ravaged and fucked and blowing in the breeze.

At the same time, things feel pretty damned normal.  At work:  designing shows, building shows, taking care of building problems.  At home:  kids growing, developing, testing; working on relationships, Couple, schedules.  All that hyper-normal shit.  I think if someone was to ask me what my life was like, that's the word I would use to describe it:  hypernormal.

My mantra for the year has been "Let no fear enter this heart."  It's not really worked so far, but it's been a nice thought to come back to and to try to use to conjure itself into being.  I'm adding a corollary tonight:  "Return to Zen."  It's a place where I used to be but that I've felt very far away from lately.  Kids and job. mostly.  What does a Zen father look like?  What does a Zen TD look like?  I'm not really sure.

Jeannie's starting to snore next to me.  Mostly it's really just heavy nose breathing.  I should really be going to bed.

Samuel has a thorn/splintery thing stuck in his finger.  Damn if I know how to get it out.

Monday, June 27, 2016

Your Welcome*

A new post, for Aimee and BJ.








*spelling errors intentional





Wednesday, June 01, 2016

Doh! A Deer!

Last night, 11pm, while I was driving home from rehearsal in Ellicott City on Interstate 70, a deer ran out in front of my car.  I had time to think, "A deer?  SHIIIIIIIITTTT!!!!" before striking the deer at around 65mph.  It went flying up onto the windshield and then off the passenger side and back as my car kept moving forward until I figured out what happened, took stock of all the lights that came on on the dashboard and all the weird noises that the car was now making, and got the car over to the side of the road.   Fluids leaking (the car's, not mine), hood, grill, and radiator all smashed up.  I called AAA and requested a tow truck, called my insurance company, called 911 to let them know that there may or may not be a deer who may or may not be dead somewhere on Eastbound 70.  Waited for the tow.  Waited.  Got a call from the driver who was trying to figure out exactly where I was located.  He was having difficulties understanding.  I got off the phone with him feeling unconvinced that he would find me, but hopeful.  Couldn't get through to Jeannie because she was sleeping and her phone was in DO NOT DISTURB mode, and our landline's ringer is turned off because only telemarketers call it (and my parents, whom I always call on my cell phone.  We have a landline only because from our local phone company you have to have a landline in order to get DSL service.  Stop mocking me for having a landline.  When the apocalypse comes and I still have my good old corded phone that works when the power goes out and you guys are all whining and trying to call your friends and relatives that are still safely living in non-apocalyptic areas, I'll be the one who's mocking YOU.)  So anyway, I was worried that I was gonna be stranded on the side of the road until Jeannie woke up and realized I wasn't home on time and checked her phone.  But eventually, the very kind, poorly driving, English-as-a-second-language, AAA graveyard shift towtruck driver showed up and towed me home the 25 miles.  Got home around 1:30.  Went to sleep.

So today I am celebrating being alive, and I am celebrating the life of the poor deer who I hit and who is probably dead.  I'm sorry I killed you, poor deer.  I did not mean to do it.

Wednesday, May 11, 2016

The Samuel Tapes

Samuel and I were playing around with recording "podcasts" the other day.  Some results posted below.



Tape 1



















Sunday, May 01, 2016

Taddyput

Jeannie and I are in the process of buying a new bed.  The mattress has been purchased, and is currently on our bedroom floor (a Casper mattress, one of those online ones you've probably heard advertised on Car Talk or The Savage Love podcast -- so far, so good, but I'm interested to see how it holds up over the years), and now we've got to pick out a big ol' grownup bed frame and maybe some bedside tables to go with it.  This purchase has Jeannie officially freaked the fuck out.  She's not good about spending money in big chunks.  I think we're at the point in our lives where we're starting to deserve nice things.  We work hard, dammit, and we're middle age-ish, and I want to have more than 1.5 feet of space in my bed when I sleep.

But, we did a bunch of shopping this weekend, and Jeannie found something that she thinks looks good, which was more than I was expecting to happen, so we might be getting close to completing this purchase.

Anna's #1 form of movement is now walking, which is pretty exciting.  She's totally pleased with herself, and she's pretty good at going up steps, too.  It's kind of amazing, I think, that it doesn't take kids long to figure out steps once they've started walking.  At least, it didn't take Samuel or Anna a long time.

Almost done with the R&J student matinees, which means I'll be done taking down and putting up the Macbeth set all the time.  Which is great.  Although, it really wasn't that bad.  If ChesShakes decides to have student matinees year-round, and switching sets becomes just a daily part of my job, I think I could live with it.

Gotsta poo.

Wednesday, April 20, 2016

For Patrick (or, Women Who Know How to Ride a Cock)

This post is for Patrick, who was checking my blog at work the other day, thus revealing to me that there are, in fact, people who still check this blog.  So, for everybody who's still checking:  this post's for you!

Life feels pretty good right now -- Macbeth has opened (a play that, for a variety of reasons, I was scared of) and looks good, the R&J student matinees are up and running and require little work from me (except for switching the set over from the MacB set a few times a week)  Jeanners and I are gettin' along, Anna has taken her first steps, and Samuel is still a good kid (albeit a pain in the ass sometimes [like last night]).



Jeannie and I have ordered a new bed, king sized, because I got tired of having to cram into a one foot wide space when there are children in our current full size bed.  So I'm looking forward to that arriving.  We're also making plans for maybe getting a big fence installed in our yard, and other general home-improvement type stuff.  Plus, it's springtime, and the weather is perfect, and the trees and bushes are blooming, and all feels right with the world.  

Of course, the Jeanners and I could both use a little more sleep, my body is feeling creaky from overdoing it while getting ready for Macbeth, and our house is still a big ol' pain in the ass.  I'm ready for a vacation, but still have 2 shows to go before I get one.  

Jeannie and I got to go on a date last Saturday.  Got some fancy, overpriced Indian food at the Ambassador Dining Room (overpriced food, but the ambiance is great).  Jeannie drank sangria.  Would've been a real nice date, but then my stomach started bothering me a bit (I don't think from the Ambassador food) and so our walk around Charles Village got cut a little short.  Jerns has lined up 2 more dates for the end of the month, which I am very much looking forward to.  Plus, we've got Samuel's 4th birthday coming up next week, for which we will probably go out to eat (I'm guessing maybe he'll pick the Bonefish Grill?).   Can't believe he's turning 4.  Age 4 is when I remember starting to feel like an actual human being and having real thoughts.   Then I stopped having them around age 35, har har har!

I'm done.  

Thursday, March 24, 2016

Cry Baby

There's been so much I've wanted to write about lately and just haven't been able to find the time.  Here's some of it:

1.  Been listening to the Hamilton cast album.   Lovin' it (just like everybody else, I suppose).  Samuel loves it, too.   But I'm not gay.  (Too early to call for him).

2.  Been crying at least once a day for like a month.  Not sure what's going on there.  Not sure if it's the music I'm listening to, or the podcasts I'm listening to, or what.  But it's not like blubbering crying, it's more like Native-American-sad-about-litter-with-a-single-tear-running-down-cheek crying.

3.  Our kids have, every now and again, been sleeping through the night.  It's like a miracle.  As I was writing this, Anna just woke up crying.

4.  I found out that my favorite actor on St. Elsewhere, Ed Flanders, shot and killed himself just a few years after the show ended.  This fact has really been bothering me.

Alright, I'm gonna go try and get Anna back to sleep.  Perhaps more nuggets later.

Thursday, March 03, 2016

Shepherd's Pie

Here's what's happening....RIGHT NOW!

I am feeding Anna lunch.  She's eating some leftover shepherd's pie that Jeannie/Jeannie's Mom made back when Jeannie was having surgery.  I really like the shepherd's pie (so does Anna).  I think I could eat it 2 times a day, 4 days a week, for the rest of my life.

I think Anna's going to be a dentist or orthodontist when she grows up.  Her favorite thing to do with me is to pry my mouth open and start touching my teeth.  She's enjoyed this for several months.  I hope she grows out of it because I fucking hate dentists.  No offense to dentists.

That's about it.  Anna's been sick for 2 days so I've been home with her during the day and then going in to work at night for the Wild Oats previews, during which I sit in my office and drink Sprite, listen to Stars of the Lid, and design Macbeth.  I also light my spanish-language virgin mary candle.  Hopefully I should finish the design tonight, send it off tomorrow, and then, if approved, order lumber on Monday.

Jeannie and I need to figure out a daycare situation for Anna soon, as her babysitter is gettin' out of the babysittin' business at the end of March.  Should Jeannie quit?  Should Jeannie not quit?  Don't know.  Stay tuned.

Tuesday, February 16, 2016

Haiku

Watching the round moon
Outside my bathroom window
Diarrhea-ing.

Sunday, January 31, 2016

Daddy Mac

Stressed out about designing Macbeth.  Working with Jeannie on a resume and cover letter.  Grammy went back to St Louis today.

Jeannie's doing well.  Pretty much back to normal except for her big incision on her neck and the restriction on lifting anything over 10 lbs, including the kiddos.

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Thursday, January 28, 2016

Boom Shacka Locka Shacka Locka Shacka Locka

Alright, dammit, I'm gonna write more in this thing even though I don't have anything to write!  And then you'll all be so fucking sorry that you stopped reading it when I wasn't writing!  Cause you'll come back and see that there's SO much to catch up on, and how could you possibly have the time to catch up on it all?, and you'll start to cry and fall to your knees and bang your hands on the ground.

And that's when I'll approach you and stoop down, and take your chin in my hand and draw your face upwards and say, "It's OK, my child.  You don't have to read it all right now.  Just read a little bit every day and eventually you'll be caught up.  Because I couldn't possibly write enough to post things faster than you can read them."  And we'll both have slow smiles that spread across our faces, and they'll eventually erupt into huge swells of laughter, and the sun will go down slowly over the ocean that's behind us and it will turn everything a soft incandescent yellow and orange and then eventually red.  And then go out.

I filed our taxes tonight.  Big ol' hunka cash  be floatin' our way.  Probably will eventually make its way into the hands of certain unnamed Johns Hopkins surgeons.  Or endocrinologists.  Or maybe the Quik-E-Mart down the street because I discovered tonight that they have 1.75 liter bottles of New Amsterdam gin for the same price as the liquor store that I had been driving to, previously.  But anyway, in all seriousness our tax return will probably be spent on cabinets and a stove and a refrigerator.  And hopefully some of it saved.

What else?  Not a damn thing.  Samuel wen back to school today, which was GLORIOUS, but I kept Anna at home because I didn't want to dump her on the babysitter, who's own children were still home from school and who therefore would have like 25 kids at her house.  Samuel's been having tantrums at dinnertime, which are a pain in the ass for everyone.

Is there a difference between a stove and a range?

The outside of a pineapple is called a rind.  My mother-in-law asked me to google it today.

David Bowie died a couple of weeks ago!  I wasn't sad, exactly, but it feels harder to breathe in a world with no David Bowie.

Also, a person who worked very closely with the theater company died unexpectedly a few days ago.  Like, really unexpectedly.  Younger than me.  We weren't best friends or anything, but he was the type of person who was liked by everybody, and over the last few years, he's definitely shaped the way we do shows.  So his loss will be felt by a lot of people, and the work will be less fun without him around.

Tuesday, January 26, 2016

Thyroid rage

Sittin' in a big ol' Johns Hopkins waiting area, while the Jeanners is getting her thyroid delicately chopped out by a doctor who seems very nice, concientious, and competent.  Still, it's scary.  She was supposed to be done about a half hour ago, but the Doc said it could take longer and not to worry if it did.  Still, it's scary. 

I hope that she feels OK when she gets out of surgery.  I hope that she's able to get the rest she needs for the next week or so while she recuperates.  And I hope there are minimal long-term effects from this whole deal. 

We got about 29 or so inches of snow dumped on us over the weekend, so I'm glad that the surgery was able to take place at all.  And I've been kind of amazed at how smoothly the cleanup has gone.  Some years we never see a plow on our street, but after this huge storm I was able to drive to Annapolis with no problems 2 days after the storm ended. 

Ooo, she's done!  And Ok!  Just talked to the surgeon...

Saturday, January 16, 2016

Shiteaters of the World!



Well, maybe I just don't write very much in this thing anymore.  So much has been happening, it's a little overwhelming.

First off, Jeannie was diagnosed with thyroid cancer sometime -- October?  November?  Don't quite remember when.  It was the day that I wrote about in here as 'not the best day ever'.  And the first doctor that we saw was pretty terrible and pretty much just said, "You have cancer, it'll be OK, go see a surgeon."  So we were freaked out for a few days, then went to see the surgeon (same guy who did Jeannie's throat surgery back when we first got married -- awesome, awesome person) who spent an hour with us explaining things, explaining that it's super treatable, and that if you're gonna have cancer it's a good kind of cancer to have, and that it shouldn't affect her life expectancy.  So, all the good news that the first doctor could have told us but didn't.  So we've been less freaked out since then.  Surgery is scheduled (with a different surgeon - long story) for January 26th.  So we're just kinda anxious for it to be over and then get on with whatever sort of long-term treatment happens for somebody without a thyroid.

Then we had a big, long trip to St. Louis over Christmas which was actually pretty awesome.  We got to see nearly everybody we wanted to see (holla to the Schluetermetz' and E. Elz and Uncle Rico!) and got to spend quality time with each of our families, and the kiddos got to play with their cousins and cuddle with their grandparents.  And we stayed a few days at a particular house and then moved to a different house -- so right around the time when we got tired of being in a place (and the place, and its inhabitant(s), got tired of us being there) it was time to move.  Which worked out well, for the most part.  The kids' schedules got all fucked up, and everybody ate a lot of crap, and Anna got feverish for a couple of days, but all-in-all it was a success.  And damn if our kids aren't really good in the car on long car trips.

Work is rolling along, being all worky, but not especially stressful right now.  I'm trying to get everything in place early to prepare for being off after Jeannie's surgery.  Her mom will also be coming out for a week or so, which will be helpful.

Anna is turning into a toddler quickly -- she doesn't crawl yet but does scoot around on her ass.  She seems totally ready to walk and loves to stand up while holding onto things.  She also seems totally ready to talk.   Sleep can still be challenging but at this point I think that Jeannie and I are just used to not sleeping, so whatever.

Samuel is maybe, just maybe, maybe (I don't want to jinx anything here) starting to come out of the terrible two/three's thing and starting to move towards four.  Although he is, still, definitely terrible at times.  But for the most part very sweet and a good kid.  He got some legos for Christmas which have been a bit life-changing.  We've got this little table set up in our living room that is his "work table," and he now will spend an hour or so each night working on shit at his work table, and if you tell him to come put on his PJ's or brush his teeth or something, he will tell you, "I can't right now, I'm working on something."   But he's pretty danged good with the legos, building helicopters and planes and trucks of his own design.  It's fun to watch.

My current crusade is to rid our home of shit we don't use.  And try to keep things from getting cluttered.  My current New Year's resolution is to "admit no worry into this mind."  Another resolution I thought about adopting was to always have enough change in my pocket that I could give every homeless person downtown who asked me for money at least a quarter, but that resolution was never passed.

I had a dream last night that Jeannie and Samuel and I were renting apartment, and I took a standing shit of rabbit turds all over the floor.  And then gave Jeannie an "Oops, my bad," sort of shrug.

Also, I should add that Anna is not eating shit in that picture at the top.  Black beans and lettuce.