Plumbus

I'm a pretty bad carpenter, but I'm an even worse plumber.  Jeannie and I have been making great strides in getting our kitchen in shape, but tonight had a big fail attempting to sweat some copper pipe together.  Hmmmmmm.  Feel stupid and skill-less.

Been working a bunch on Uncle Vanya.  I didn't design anything, so I thought it might be a bit of a break, but it turns out that it's been just as much work as the shows I design.  Probably because I design towards the things I know I'm able to do easily, and outside designers don't.  In the end, it's better for the company, but it makes for more work for me getting everything together.

This new baby's coming pretty soon.  I look forward to meeting him/her.

Let Me Stand Next To Your Fire

Tonight I built the greatest fire in the history of Earth.  And that's a lot of damned fires.  Seriously, though, this thing just burns perfectly, and looks great, and at one point early on had almost gone out because of damp wood but I coaxed it back to life, and it really is the best ever.  I'm glad that Jeannie and Sam were here to witness it and back me up on this.

Lately I've been alternating between total stress about the upcoming 2 nearly simultaneous shows and saying "fuck it" about the 2 nearly simultaneous upcoming shows.  Today I leaned more towards the "F it" side but made progress in other areas.

Tomorrow I spend the day with the dude.  Maybe there'll be snow?  Maybe we'll play in the snow?

Eyes...sleepy.  Must....go.....sleep........

Midnight = Pumpkin

I'm officially a terrible blogger.  I can't seem to find any time to take 2 minutes to write 3 stupid paragraphs about my poops, my taint sweat, my kid, my wife, my job, or anything else that's happening in my life.  I apologize to anybody out there.  I will make an effort to do better.  Maybe I need to start writing for 15 minutes every morning when I get to work?

Last night Nyoka and her girlfriend came over for dinner and Train Gaming.  (Ticket to Ride).  I build a fire in the fireplace about an hour before they arrived, and it's the first time we've had a fire while Samuel was awake.  He spent the hour running back and forth between the living room and the kitchen, where he would tell Jeannie, "THERE'S A FIRE IN THE FIRE PLACE!  I'M GONNA GO CHECK IT OUT!"  And then he would run back in the living room.  It was pretty fun.  And it was fun having Nyoka and Faith over.

Tonight for dinner Jeannie made sausage which was fairly tasty but which is currently producing horrendous belches.

Work is ramping up towards Vanya and Earnest.  Life is ramping up towards kitchen and baby.  We need to pick out and buy a dishwasher.  When we have a dishwasher in our kitchen, finally, I think it's going to be the greatest fucking thing that ever fucked a fuck.  Forgive the language, but it's going to be so fucking fucking great that I won't even know what to fuck the fucking fuck fuck shit.  That's how great it's going to be.  We currently spend about an hour or an hour and a half in the basement, listening to podcasts, pretty much every night, washing and drying the fucking dishes and then carting them back upstairs and putting them away on bookshelves in the living room.  And there's a certain charm to that, I'll admit, and a certain "we'll look back at this one day as a great time" aspect to it, for sure, but I AM SO DAMNED OVER DOING THE DISHES.  ESPECIALLY IN THE BASEMENT.  Is that a first-world, white whine?  Probably.  Sorry.  I try to keep those to a minimum.   So I'm gonna stop this now to be on the safe side.  (but seriously I'm really tired of the dishes)

Just burped a sausage burp that was a little too close to a sausage vomit.

What else?  Tomorrow morning I'm looking forward to revamping our sound system a little bit.

Today I found this picture from right around Samuel's second birthday, almost a year ago, and I like this picture:

Wait!  The title of this blog!  The title comes from the fact that Jeannie and I stayed up until around midnight last night and as result we were completely fucking WIPED today.  Seriously.  This morning I was reading books to Samuel and would literally start falling asleep in the middle of sentences.  He would yell at me to wake up and finish what the hell I was saying.  Kinda embarrassing.  

Double Poop

So my usual wake-up-at-6:15-because-my-body-is-telling-me-I-have-to-poop routine has morphed into a wake-up-at-6:15-because-my-body-is-telling-me-I-have-to-poop-and-then-go-to-work-and-take-another-poop-at-8:15 routine.  It's weird.  Both poops are at least medium-sized, too.

Plus, my nose has been making gobs of big, juicy boogers for several months now.  The kind that are extremely satisfying to blow out.  I have conflicting feelings about it.

Putter, Putter

It's nice to have more than 5 days between shows.  Our next show doesn't open until February 13th (which is actually closer than I'm picturing in my head -- but, whatever) so I spent my day today puttering around, doing little things like getting keys made and changing light bulbs and researching doorbell/intercoms.

I'm sitting now on the bed with my legs outstretched, just busted into a tub of port wine spread cheese and popped open a box of wheat thinz, getting ready to read some Desolation Angels, my favorite Kerouac.  Not a bad way to spend an evening, although if you change Kerouac to Kingsolver I probably just described the evening routine of a lot of middle-aged cat lady lesbian types.  No offense.

My New Years' resolution is to attempt to shed some of the low-confidence induced awkwardness that has crept steadily into my life since, well, I think it started when I quit smoking.  Maybe earlier,  Maybe when I left college.  Maybe when I moved to Baltimore.  Anyway, I'm going to work on getting rid of it and work on being more confident.

Samuel is, I think, starting to understand the idea that there will be a new baby here.  Tomorrow we get to spend the day together and I think we will go to our usual haunt -- the harbor.  I'm looking forward to it, especially as it's supposed to be snowing tomorrow.  I've been itching for some snow all season.

Smart Cookie

Christmas 2014 is over.  This Christmas break has been quite a whirlwind, but still a nice vacation as well.  It's great to not be thinking about work too much, great to not be getting a zillion work e-mails every day.

Hope to catch up with the Schluetermetz' tomorrow (although I'm not sure if I've got a good cell # for them), and really looking forward to Eric E's house tomorrow night. 

Samuel has been both wonderful and terrible.  He's just a little ball of constant energy.  Really smart, really articulate, really hungry for attention. 

Remember how I've always complained about my swamp ass and my toxic ass/ball sweat?  I think I've discovered a cure (or at least a retardant):  gold bond medicated powder spray.  A shot of it up the ol' crack every morning seems to keep it pretty much in check down there all day.  I think that switching to boxers has helped, too.  Thanks for asking!

The Afghan Whigs released an album earlier this year that I had missed and started listening to last week, and really liked it.  It doesn't sound exactly like classic Whigs stuff, but if you like the Whigs and the Twilight Singers material, you'll probably like the album.  I especially like the song 'Lost in the Woods.'

Gone Girl

Today was one of the best days I've had in a long time.  My ladyfriend was off work, the little dude was at the babysitter, and since the show is pretty close to up-and-running on its own, I decided to not go into work until the evening.  So Jerns and I decided to have a Bob Evans breakfast (awesome), do a little appliance shopping, and then catch a movie.  In the middle of the day!  We saw Gone Girl, which was about 45-60 minutes too long but otherwise not bad.

It was a day that I've needed for about the last month or so.

So now I'm here in my office at the building, listening to the final preview for Christmas Carol over the monitor, and making sure nothing melts down.  The show ended up looking decent, although CC is not my favorite story in the world.

Daniel Lame-ois

Tonight I had a ticket to go see Daniel Lanois (probably in the top 3 of my musical heroes) and Brian Blade (my fave drummer) and Jim Wilson (a dude that plays bass) in DC, but instead I am skipping the concert and opting for a relaxing night at home and an early bedtime.  I hope that this fact conveys the extent to which I AM FUCKING TIRED.  I'm ready to be done with Christmas Carol, and I'm ready for a day in which I don't go to the theater, and I'm ready for a few days off in a row.

Jeanners' dad is visiting and helping with the kitchen renovation.  I feel bad because I haven't really been helping while he's been here, but I've seriously been at work the whole time.  He's doing a really good job of replacing our plumbing, though, and Jerns is doing a good job getting the walls ready for the drywallers.

I went to the doctor for a physical and I think she's got a thing for me, because she said I looked gorgeous.

Wildcrats

So Sam's new thing is that you have to call him by a new name.  And every hour or so he picks a new name.  And you have to call him that name in every sentence that you say.  The following is a non-exhaustive list of names that he likes to be called:  Mr. Moon, Lesley, Wildcrats (which is actually Wild Kratts, which is apparently some PBS kids show that he watches at the babysitter's house), Susan, Mowgli, Kaa, and Okami.

Today when we went downtown there was a parade and Sammers got to sit in a fire truck.

I am in the midst of building A Christmas Carol, which is a bit overwhelming but I am doing my best to stay un-overwhelmed.  I am making myself take every Tuesday off during the build (although I'll be working nights and weekends) to maintain a little bit of life balance.

Jeannie's Dad is coming out on Thursday to help us with some of our renovation work.  Over the weekend we tore out our kitchen counter and sink and so now we just have a stove and refrigerator in there.  I've been putting in the new electrical stuff over the past few days, and then when that's done we'll have somebody come out and do the drywall, and somebody come out and do the plumbing, and then we'll put in the new cabinets and new appliances and countertops and stuff.   This can all hopefully be mostly done before Baby #2 arrives.  Jeannie's Dad is going to help put up some trim around the house, and maybe some electrical work, and maybe some gas pipe work.

I have a doctor's appointment on Monday.  I am going to go see Daniel Lanois next Wednesday in DC.  Kinda pumped.  I'm gonna try and go way early and hang out outside and maybe get to say hi to DL or Brian Blade.  Cuz I'm a nerd like that.  But these guys are my musical heroes.

There are lots of songs in this boat.

Tonight I'm having what I like to call my "Russian Dinner," which consists of alcohol (usually beer but tonight G&T), and bread with butter.  I call it my Russian Dinner because it's what Dostoevsky always describes people having for meals in his novels:  beer and bread.  It probably goes without saying, but I usually only eat this when Jeannie is not home for dinner for some reason.  Also, it's not what Sam had for dinner.  Although I did take him with me to the liquor store today, where he gleefully told the other patrons that we were buying gin.

He has been an absolute terror at bedtime lately, probably because he was up too late because we had stuff going on.  Normal bedtime tonight, though, and he went down ok and so far hasn't woken up too much.

Last night we went to the Patterson Park lantern parade, which he loved and I enjoyed as well.  Not sure if I was gonna like it, but I had a pretty great time.

Richard II opened last night, and looks pretty good, I think, so now it's on to the next one:  A Christmas Carol.  I was feeling pretty stressed about CC, but tonight I sat down and made a build schedule and am feeling much better about it.

The Jeanners took some time off last week and was able to trim out the windows in our bedroom.  It's quite awesome.  Someday when we're old(er) and gray(er), and we finish this place, it's going to be pretty nice.  

What else?  Been feeling incredibly incredibly lucky lately.

Ricardo Dos

I'm reclining in bed right now, typing on my phone.  The Jeanners is working on work.  I had planned on going to bed tonight at like 8 o'clock, but it didn't happen.  Worked on a design for Christmas Carol instead.  It needs to be done by Friday so that they can start rehearsing on Sunday.  Not looking forward to that show, but I got some good work done on it tonight.  In a few minutes, J and I are going to watch a Friends or two and then hit the hay. 

Samuel is such a little boy now it's crazy.  He's getting so grown up.  I guess I should take this opportunity to bury the news that the Jeanners and I are going to have another baby right in the middle of this post.  (The burying of the news is happening in the middle of the post, not the having of the baby).  So we're trying to introduce Sam to the idea of having another baby around, but I don't think he gets it yet.

Been enjoying U2's new album.  It took a few listens to get into it, but now I'm thinking it's their best album since Achtung. 

What else?  Work has been busy but not crazy busy.  I guess it's a little weird that 12 hour days 6 or 7 days a week just feels normal now, but there are a few tricks that help keep things balanced:  come home for dinner and try to be home by 10.  Jerns has really been holding down the fort, though, (in addition to her job), so once this show opens I'm going to try and keep some shorter work hours.

It feels pretty darned good to be working on artistic pursuits.  I'm also really enjoying working on lighting (I had kind of been dreading it), and I like it when the sets I build end up looking lime the drawings I drew. 

Why are YOU crying?

Samuel has started telling jokes.  Like, bona fide jokes.  Knock knock jokes that he doesn't quite understand the mechanics of, and a joke for which he changed the punch line.  Joke should go like this:  Q: Why was the broom late?  A: Because it swept in.  Samuel has changed the joke to this:  Q: Why was the broom late?  A: Because it flipped over.

If you tell him the correct punchline, he says, "Noooooo, I changed it!"

Anyway, he's been cute.  We went on a trip with my folks to the beach, and had a good time.

My brain is a little scattered right now.  Hard to focus on writing.

Work has slowed down a bit, but the next two weeks should be pretty hectic as we close and strike Midsummer and open Richard II.   But it's fun.  It's fun to make a living working on shows with people that, for the most part, I enjoy working with.

Been reading the latest David Mitchell novel.  It's OK.  A little bit too sci-fi/fantasy-ish in some parts, but not bad.

done fer now

It is Finished

This picture was in some newspaper.  That might be my head in the bottom right.

I took this picture during one of the dress rehearsals.

This was during the ribbon cutting on Monday morning. 

I think this one was taken during tech because nobody is in costume. 

Wizard is About To Die

I've worked 72 hours in the last 5 days!  Only 2 more days to go this week...

Some Goddamned Peace and Quiet!

Right now I just got home from work, and the Jeanners hasn't gotten home yet from picking up Sammy-o (he's taken to calling me daddy-o, so that's what I've been calling him lately), and the house is still and quiet and it is the first quiet moment I've had to myself in a very long time.

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaah.

And now, Jeannie and Sam are home.

I'm happy to see them, too.  But I enjoyed the quiet moment. 

Excel

I'm sitting in my car waiting for the lighting supply store to open.  I need to buy some 5-pin to 3-pin DMX adapters because I don't have the time to make some myself. 

It's Friday, which feels good because there's no rehearsal tonight, which means that when I don't go to rehearsal tonight I won't be skipping it.  Because there isn't rehearsal.  Does that make any sense?  Basically, I get the feel-good benefit of not skipping rehearsal, but I also don't have to go to rehearsal. 

This conversation is a little bit moot (or "moo," as Joey says, "like a cow's opinion"), because I stopped going to rehearsals anyway.  I decided that the amount of contribution I was making at rehearsals was not worth the energy that I was expending being at rehearsals.

I'm going to stop saying any words that contain the word "rehearsal" now.

What else?  Tired mired.  That's what else.  Oh, and I wake up every morning feeling a little nauseous now.  Nerves.  I suspect it won't go away until after we open the new theater. 

Jeez!  Come on, lighting supply store, just open up already!

Sam's been pretty cute lately, for the most part.  I sure do enjoy our Tuesdays together.

UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuugh.

So tired.  Brain melted.  Body broken.

Neighborhood kid Tyler came over on the porch tonight, crying, and told us that he and his mom are moving out tonight.  Fairly heartbreaking.  He's 6 years old and has already had a pretty tough life, it seems.  He's been a good friend to Samuel and is a sweet kid.  I hope that somehow he ends up staying around.

Brain seriously melting.

Jeannie and I had a date last night and it was pretty great.  A nice dinner, conversation, a walk by the harbor at Fells Point on a beautiful, cool summer evening.  Love was in the air, I tell you.

Ugh.

Ugh.

I need a good, solid, two weeks off.

Bump!

What life was like today:

Got into a small fender bender.  Stopped paying attention and totally rear ended a man in town from the Philly area who was taking his daughter to look at Hopkins.  Samuel says we "bumped into another car."

Came home.  Took a nap.

Mowed the lawn.  Trimmed the sidewalk all nice.  Always feels good to trim the sidewalk, although I only do it about once a summer.

Took a shower.  Clipped toenails.  Brushed, flossed, water picked.  Always feels good to clip toenails, floss, and water pick.  Brushing feels good, too, I guess, but is done often enough that it's forgettable.

Played with the dude a little bit.

Went to Chipotle with J and the dude.  Walked through Charles Village and walked to sculpture garden outside the art museum.  Art and Fart Museum.

Came home.  Walked in the door as the sun is setting behind the lush, out-of-control-a-little-bit garden and freshly mowed lawn, with bees and other bugs swirling and hovering in the light.  Sam and Jeannie walking up the walk as I am going in the door.

Fighting with the dude to get him to brush his teeth.

Russell

Boxers have been only moderately successful in staving off the diaper rash.  Not the overwhelming success I was hoping for.  Next step --  Nair-ing my arse?  I think things would have to get pretty desperate before I take that step.  I'm hoping that once the weather cools down and I stop sweating 24 hours a day that this problem goes away on its own.

At work we hired a guy named Russell to clean the building and help out with stuff.  Russell is a guy who worked as a temp for the construction company, hauling stuff, cleaning, and pretty much just taking care of the crap work that nobody else wants to do.  The guy works like a horse and is a really thoughtful, soft-spoken man.  As construction was wrapping up he approached me and said that when this job was over he wasn't sure if he was going to have another temp job and that he was really interested in cleaning the building for us.  Over the course of the last year I had gotten to know him a little bit and liked him a lot, so I asked around to find out if anybody on the work site knew of any reason why we shouldn't hire him.  Everybody raved about him, saying what a hard worker he is and all-around good guy.  So I told my boss that I thought we should hire him, and he's been working for us part-time for about two weeks.  He's been great.  We've had several days where we've been riding in a truck together, moving stuff between our old offices and the new building, and here's what I've learned about him:

1.  his fiftieth birthday is coming up on August 21st
2.  he believes that God is in his life but he doesn't go to church every Sunday
3.  loves chocolate milk
4.  he knows somebody everywhere we go
5.  loves karaoke and line dancing

I just got back a little while ago from going downtown with Samuel -- to the theatre and then to the harbor, and we also headed out to EZ Storage to check in the lost and found for something that a patron left at one of the shows.  Sam's been good lately, a mix of very cute and somewhat annoying.  But he's developing (I think) some good manners and imagination and compassion.  I hope.  When we listen to music, he's always asking me the names of the songs and who sings them.

Lunchtime!

Checking In

Just wanted to let everybody know that, after 20 years or so of boxer-briefs, I've decided to try and go back to boxers in an attempt to squelch The Great Adult Diaper Rash Rampage of 2014 (#GADRR14).  

Benedict Cumberland

The family and I are on a mini-vacation in scenic Cumberland, MD.  I say 'mini-vacation', but I am learning that calling something a vacation while you are accompanied by a two-year-old is a bit of a joke, as there is nothing whatsoever relaxing about spending any time with a two-year-old.  But, at least it is busy and stressful and tiring somewhere where other people cook your meals, make your bed, and do your dishes.

The Jeanners was in Atlanta for 3 days chilling in a company-paid-for awesome hotel while I slaved away at home as a working single dad.  Perhaps I'm underplaying the amount of work she had to do while she was gone and overplaying the amount of suckiness I endured while she was away, but still, you get the idea.  Poor Dan.

What else?  Can't believe it's almost fucking July.  I need to have a scene design for Midsummer done soon.  Other than that, I'm pleasantly surprised that I've made it this far into the summer without wanting to kill myself or my co-workers.  Some moments of minor annoyance, yes, but nothing terrible.

Let me take this opportunity to say that there's really nothing I miss about working at the Nobes.

Tomorrow:  some hiking, some trainspotting, maybe some more swimming.  Gonna try to find someplace with vegetables for lunch.

Sound and Vision

The super-busy times continue.  Construction is just about finished at the building, lots of cleaning and punch-out work being done.  Today we got to fire up the sound system and bring up some stage lighting.  It was kind of a moving experience after all the work that's gone into getting the place to this point.  I think the music sounded pretty damned good, and I think the lighting looked pretty damned good.  And even though it was the middle of the day, with the mecho-shades down and all the doors closed it felt like the middle of the night.

Which is all great because yesterday was a pretty disappointing day that made me feel like everything was going wrong.

Still much much work to do between now and September.  I was hoping to have the weekend off but it looks like I will be working at least most of the day tomorrow.

The Jeanners heads out of town for a work trip next week, then we just booked two nights in Cumberland, MD for a mini-vacation.  We're going to go on an historic train ride.  The dude will probably shit his pants (out of excitement, not just his usual pants-shitting).  And by "the dude" I mean Jeannie.

Fun night talking with the Jeanners last night.

AYLI

The last couple of weeks are pretty much a blur of work.  And the Beej's wedding, and that's about it.  Haven't been home very much, haven't gotten to hang out with Jerns or Sammers very much.

We got our Certificate of Occupancy at the new building on Friday.  So I guess it's kind of officially ours now.

Probably about 4 or 5 days of crazy work left and then it will settle back down to normal work.

3 wins -- 2 from the Death Spot

Last night the Beej and Pat and I played our geek card games until the weee hours of the morning out at the theatre offices.  Then I just crashed on the couch at the office because I didn't feel like driving home and then back a few hours later.  It was a good time, a bachelor party of sorts for the Beej, although it will surely go down in history as the dorkiest bachelor party that ever was.  No strippers, just Doritos and Coca Cola and adult diaper rash.

Been building the set for the summer show.  It's been going pretty well.  I've got a crew of 3.5 people, and they've been great to work with.  Not great carpenters, but they work hard and if they don't know how to do something they ask me to do it or they ask me to show them how, which I appreciate.  I've tried to be respectful of their time, and I think it's been going well so far.  We're on schedule, and I hope to be finished by the end of the next week.

Things continue briskly at the building, as well.  Several of the pieces of the construction that I've been in charge of coordinating are coming to fruition -- phone and data network is being set up, security system is going in, AV equipment is getting installed.  It's pretty exciting, and (so far) things are working as planned.  If we can pull this thing off, it will be a miracle.

The Jeanners is off gettin' her hairs cut right now.

Samuel's been cute lately (mostly).  We've been prepping him for BJ's wedding -- explaining that it's kind of like a party, and there will be lots of people there looking at him, and that he'll get to hold a pinwheel.  Also explaining that Abby is not Abby from B&N but rather a different Abby.

Bath Salts

This evening I took a bath with bath salts in it.  What a crock of shit.  Completely worthless.  Gimme bubble bath any day of the week over that bullshit.

A good day today.  Lots of progress made on getting the phone and internet network set up at the building.  Plus, I actually did some of the work myself, and was successful.  That never happens.  Also lots of progress made on getting a lift to the building, and maybe even there on time.  We'll see.

Is it hot in here?  It's these damned sweatpants.

I just finished watching Beneath the Planet of the Apes.  Wow.  That movie was a stinker.

Speaking of stinkers, there's something wrong with the toilets in the building where I currently work.  Often, there's not enough water in the bowl, which results in very stinky poops.  Anyway....now you know.

Jeannie is out shopping tonight.  That's why I watched BtPotA.  She would never have stood for watching a crap movie like that.  But anyway, I'm making my way through all of the Planet of the Apes movies.  Why not?

Drink Sangria in the Park

What a beautiful day it was today.  Kate the World Traveler and her new son, Micah, came over in the morning, and we ate a tasty breakfast (eggs, bacon, biscuits, juice) and walked up to Herring Run park so Sammers could play on the play ground and the grownups could chat in the sun and Micah could sleep and fart and gurgle and do what babies do.  

Then it was nap time for me and Sam, while Jeanners worked in the garden, then after we woke up we all worked outside for awhile.  Then dinner, bedtime for the dude, and I headed in to the building for an hour or so of salvaging some good quality plywood that the theatre seats were shipped in.  

It really felt like a good day.  

Jeanners and I have watched a couple of 80's movies this week -- Flashdance and Somewhere in Time.  She preferred Flashdance, I preferred SIT.  But we both agreed that both movies were pretty bad in their own special way.  But they made me nostalgic for the 80's.  I guess I'm just an analog man.  Or maybe an anal log man.  One of the two.  

This week is going to be about getting ready for the summer set build, which starts next week.  Also about coordinating the finishing touches of the theatre.  Making sure the data cablers finish their fucking job.  Trying to find a new 30' personnel lift for $8000.  Buying some TV mounting racks and maybe some TV's.  Stuff like that.  

But right now, it's time for LORDER!

But a Bitch Ain't One

My problems, in order of severity:

1.  not qualified enough to be doing most of the things I do.
2.  butthole discomfort
3.  tired.
4.  no time to take care of necessary car maintenance and doctor's visits.  (Just to  be clear, the doctor's visits are for me, not the car.  That first sentence wasn't very clear.)
5.  syntax
6.  can't seem to make my brain turn off at night without having a drink before bed.
7.  sweat too much, even when inactive.
8.  poor taste.
9.  can't understand how to use ratchet straps, even though they've been explained to me several different times, by several different people.
10.  poor attention to detail / just don't give a damn

At the End of the Tour

Well, this season's high school tour is over.  Can't say I will miss it, although it was nice having an excuse to not think/obsess about the building.  I think what I will remember most about this tour is the mornings -- they were quite wonderful.  Usually I would arrive at the school a little bit before the truck and I would find the people that we needed to find, and figure out the best place for the truck to go, and then wait.  And one particular day it was just a beautiful day and as I sat on a stone bench outside and waited I felt very connected to the world around me, as cheesy as that sounds.  And then this morning, I was tired and it was overcast, and as I drove through the city and watched people walking around and crossing the street, I had a very strong "none of this is real and everything is a dream" sensation and it felt kind of beautiful and moving.  Anyway, I like moments like that.

Sam had his second birthday on Saturday.  It was great.  He understood that it was a special day for him (it really helped that Jeannie went out on Friday night and picked up some decorations so that when he woke up on Saturday he walked through streamers going into the living room -- he knew right away that something pretty cool was up) and he enjoyed getting presents, and he just really seemed to enjoy himself, playing with his new toys and eating cupcakes.  He's been pretty cute lately, although last night at bedtime he had a major freak the fuck out.  But then again tonight he was perfect.

Tomorrow my aunt and uncle are coming for a visit and we're going to go to dinner.  Hopefully it'll be uneventful.

What else?  My b-hole has felt funny lately.  And not funny ha-ha.

Lost Time

How has over a week gone by since I last wrote?  Time has its foot squarely on the accelerator. 

Jeannie's mom is here visiting, which is nice.  I've got two days off with no rehearsals, which is nice.  Me and the ladyfriend are gonna go see a movie tomorrow night, which should be nice.  

The weeks lately have consisted of solving one or two problems and then realizing 4 or 5 things that are going to be potential problems.  So it feels like I'm moving slowly forward around a racetrack that is getting gradually longer and longer. 

What else? 

Starting a high school tour of R&J next week. 

Not much else.  Sorry. 

Conduit

Lots going on right now.  Let's bullet-point it!

• Work on the building continues.  50 days left in the renovation process.  Thoughts of conduit have taken over every hour of my life.  Still some shit to get ironed out, but things are going mostly well.
• The Jeanners and I had a surprise lunch date last week and it was the highlight of my 2014 so far.  First of all, we never get to go on dates.  Second of all, this one was unexpected.  Third of all, it was during the day.  And best of all, it was at a kick-ass, mostly Chinese, buffet.  It all adds up to a winner.
• I got weirdly sick on Sunday night.  Violently ill for about 20 minutes, and then pretty much OK, just a little dehydrated and diarrhetic.  Probable food poisoning from delicious, yet slightly sketchy, delivery Indian food.  
• Yesterday I drove to Secaucus, NJ, to look at the seats that are going into the theatre and make sure they were being manufactured to be the way we want them.  Then I turned around and drove back.  It would've been much more enjoyable if the people I had been going to see hadn't told me I needed to be there by 11, and then when I got there, people back at the building called and asked if I could come back to be at a meeting there by 2:30.  So I had pretty much exactly 3 hours to get there and 3 hours to get home.  And it's right around a 3 hour trip.  
• I had a strong desire to go to a happy hour this afternoon.  So far, I've been resisting.  
• Sam has been cute.  Talking up a storm.  Developing personality.  A lot of fun.  I've been in rehearsals for a high school tour of R&J and I haven't gotten to hang with him enough this week.  
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