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.  
• Check this shit out:

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Tuesdays

Today has been a Tuesday spent, thus far, like many other Tuesdays of the last few months:  the dude and I head down to the harbor to look around. 

First stop, the 10,000 lb granite ball outside of the 'Ripley's Odditorium' that is suspended on 1/8" of water and spins around.  The dude loves to watch it spin, and loves to watch the bubbly water go down the drain.  He usually says of this, "Big....ball.....turning...."

Next up, we walk down to the Science Center and check out the big boats, life rings, and any trucks along the way.  Also we are on the lookout for any tugboats and rowboats.  When we get to the Science Center, we touch the sculpture-ish things outside and then turn around.  On the walk back, we have a good view of the skyline so we look at tall buildings and also any steam that might be coming out of some of the buildings.  Also helicopters, birds, and airplanes. 

We pass by the giant ball again, so we have to stop and touch it again, and usually by this time the odditorium's front garage-door type door is open and they are blasting the three tunes that they play on repeat:  Katy Perry's 'California Girls,' Maroon 5's 'Moves Like Jagger,' and a third one that I don't know.  He stops in and dances for a little while, also checks out the large robotic T-Rex made out of found objects. 

Then we head over to the B&N, passing by the 9/11 memorial that he always wants to touch but that I never let him touch, the exterior of the aquarium - where they have some outdoor speakers that always, and I mean ALWAYS, seem to be playing the exact same lick of piano and soprano sax music as we walk by, and the boats that look like dragons, which when we pass them he says he's going to eat the dragons and thinks he's being very funny. 

Once we get to the B&N, Sam looks for a tall security guard who is there sometimes and who Sam calls 'Sir.'  We go upstairs and look at the fish in the aquarium and then head to the cafe, where we share a chocolate chip cookie.  Then we head over to the trains in the kids department.  The dude plays with trains and reluctantly shares the trains if there are other kids there.  This is usually a spot where I get to check my phone and see if I've gotten any e-mails yet. 

Then we leave B&N and head back to the car, passing by a bunch of this shit again, and of course we have to stop in and say goodbye to the big granite ball and dance inside the odditorium for just a minute.  Back to the car, drive home, have lunch, change diaper , put on PJ pants, read a book, and take a nap.  Which is where he is right now.  And I am procrastinating doing some work. 

That's our Tuesday mornings.  Time to do some work!

Next...song...is...

Today was a big day.  We sort of began the Great Kitchen Renovation of 2014-2017 by emptying and removing our cabinets.  Tomorrow my goal is to get the stove moved and maybe the trim taken down around the kitchen window. 

And the other big part of the day is that Jeannie and I were mostly able to work at the same time while Samuel entertained himself on the front porch.  It was pretty great.  It was warm enough for us to leave the front door open, so we could hear him jabbering away to himself through the screen door, and every now and again I would look out our front window and see him sitting on the top step in the sunshine, wearing a bright red vest and playing with his yellow truck.  Not much in life better than that, I'm thinking. 

Work was crazy yesterday.  Super busy, about 10 different e-mail conversations all happening at the same time, but good and productive.  A couple of semi-big wins, a half argument over e-mail with a guy who's trying to sell me a phone system (tip:  if someone tells you that you've got half of their business, don't lose that half while you're trying to go for the other half), and some time spent walking around downtown in the sun. 

I had a G&T last night.  It tasted good and was uneventful. 

I Prefer Jelly

Tonight I was putting Samuel to bed and we were sitting in the rocking chair and reading 2 books, and he smelled strongly of maple syrup, because he ate pancakes over at the babysitter's today and he must've gotten some in his hair, and Jeannie and he and I took a walk this evening when we all got home so there was no time for a bath.  And by the time he was going to bed he was a bit over-tired and threw a fit because he didn't want to brush his teeth.  He won that battle, I'm afraid, and so got to go to bed without brushing his teeth and without taking a bath, and so smelled strongly of maple syrup.

This week has kicked my ass a little bit. 

Here's a picture of Sam helping Jeannie with the dishes.  Belted to the chair...

Quiktrip

The Jeanners and Sam and I got back last night from a brief, yet pretty fantastic, trip to Ohio.  A lot of driving for not very much time, but most definitely worth it.  Uncle Rico drove in from St. Louie, and the cool kids (and the cool kids' kids) were there, and it was just very mental battery-recharging, as usual.  A delicious fake-Thanksgiving dinner was cooked and served, Cards Against Humanity was played, and a walk to the ravine and train tracks was taken.  2 trains were seen, by the way, a fact which made Sam so excited that he was shaking as he pointed to them.

It was really wonderful to see Sam playing with everybody.  We had been prepping him for most of the week, letting him know that we were going to be going on a long car ride, that we were going to go to Ohio, and that we were going to be seeing Jen, Brad, Henry, Jack, and Uncle Rico, and I think he got a big kick of putting together the names with the people once we got there.  The fact that the house was full of new (to him) toys didn't hurt, either.

Also, it snowed last night (again).  Very snowy winter here.  And I like snow, but even I am ready for winter to be over.  So work today was kinda slow because of the snow.  But I got some good stuff done -- organizing our props storage and talking with Ian about an idea that I had for Midsummer.   Also went to the building this morning and this afternoon, but it was closed and locked both times -- I guess the burly construction guys with their ginormous trucks were too snowed in.

Oh, and Katie the North American Traveler had her baby!  A healthy baby boy named Micah.  How truly exciting.  Welcome, Micah!

Downtown Julie Brown!

Ugh.  Haven't written in a million years.  What's the point?  Work, work, work, blah, blah, blah, Sam, Sam, Sam, blah, blah, blah, poop, Jeannie, work, yada yada yada.  That's about it for my life right now.

My brain feels like it is going at about 100 mph about 80 percent of the time now.  Luckily, it still seems to be able to shut down most nights.  For a couple of weeks now I've been having beers here and there.  No G&T's yet, though.  The beers taste delicious, by the way.

Sam is talking up a storm.  He says fun things like, "What's up, Dawwwg?" and "Downtown Julie Brown!"

The fam and I leave for a brief trip to Ohio beginning tomorrow evening.  We're gonna drive for a few hours tomorrow night and then shack up at a hotel.  Finish up the drive on Friday.  During this trip I plan on:                            
                   1)   letting other people play with my kid while I take a nap and
                   2)   hitting up Steinmetz for free scenic design advice.

Katie the World Traveler is probably having a baby AS WE SPEAK....!!!  I hope it's going well.  Childbirth is the stupidest process I have ever been witness to.  Ugh.  So stupid.

Pisser

Lil' dude went pee pee in the potty today for the first time.  Pretty cool.  Although, lately I've been realizing that helping him try and go to the bathroom in the potty is going to be more work than just letting him piss/shit in his diapers and then changing them.  Everybody always talks about how hard potty training their kid is -- do they mean it was hard for THEM (the parents?)?  If so, this is a swift kick to the parenting groin, and one that has caught me a little bit by surprise, although it probably shouldn't have. 

What else?  Jeanners and I got to go on a date Friday night, to see a play by a local theatre company that also recently (within the last few years) renovated an old building downtown and turned it into a new theatre.  So I got to scope out their place and see how it differs from ours, and see any similarities (they were both designed by the same architecture firm).  More differences than similarities.  But I liked their space.  Their production was a little too well-produced for my taste -- perfect set, perfect lights, perfect costumes, good acting, not a hair out of place -- but the whole did not add up to more than the sum of its parts.  But it was good to get out, and seeing someone else's work has made me think a lot about the work WE'RE doing --  what should change, what shouldn't change, etc. -- and it was nice to check out their building and compare and contrast. 

Some big work decisions coming up -- picking a phone system, picking an A/V company, making some lighting inventory decisions, figuring out if there's money to buy a lift or if there isn't money to buy a lift.  Things like that.  Basically, my job is to figure out where all the stuff that isn't already paid for is going to come from.  It's been fun so far, but now that we're getting closer to the time when all this stuff actually needs to get installed it's getting a little scary. 

I guess that's all for now.  We're expecting snow and ice so who knows if I'll be going to work tomorrow. 

I need a haircut and a beardcut

I have been remiss.  Two weeks since the last post.  What a disgrace.  I'm not sure why I'm writing less, other than that since switching jobs my brain has been more active and has had less room for navel-gazing or reflection.

Life feels pretty good.  The building is chugging along, and we've only got a little less than 100 days to go in the renovation period.  I'm in the process of cboosing an A/V equipment vendor and a phone system vendor.  Also, Merry Wifes is up and running, and although I'm really not happy with the set or the lighting, at least it's up and I can move on to the next thing, which in this case means designing the summer show and getting ready for a Spring high school tour. 

What else? We're trying to figure out how to afford the kitchen renovation that we want to do, and trying to figure out how to have elves do as much of it as possible, hopefully while we're sleeping.

Sam is alternating between very cute and very 2-year-old, often in the same sentence. 

Jeanners is lookin' hot, just like always. 

And Big D needs a haircut.

Also, we are going to go see the Schlueterileymetz' in March!  Booyah!

Sicky, Tiredy

I have a half a night off, which is nice, because I've been putting in some long days lately and I am sick.  The sucky part is that I've been putting a lot of work into this set (mainly because it has to be put up and taken down every two days or so because of other stuff that's scheduled in the theatre where we're performing) but I'm really not happy with the way it looks.  It looks shittily designed, and shittily built, and shittily lit.  All of which we done by moi.  Go team!

I miss hanging out with the Jeanners, and I miss hanging out with the dude (although I'll get to hang out with him all day tomorrow), and I'm ready for 3 nights home in a row.  On the first night I will catch up on Downton Abbeys with my girlfriend.  On the second night I will clean up our house.  And on the third night I will stare catatonically into space and eat spreadable port wine cheese on crackers.  Not sure when I'm gonna get those three nights, though.  Probably next week. 

What else?  Not much, really.  Just work, work, work right now.  Which is fine, because I get a lot of extra time off when we're not in the middle of a production, so it's only fair that I make up some of that time when we are in production.  And I'm really (mostly) enjoying the work. 

Last night I NyQuil'd and slept like a dead man. 

Samuel can blow his nose!  What a helpful accomplishment that is. 

Re-Long-Sal

This rehearsal I'm watching has been far too long.  And I'm tired and I want to go home and chat with my woman under the covers while rubbing our toesies together.

Oh!  Rehearsal's over!  I get to go home!

Nerves

A couple of times a day, for about the last month, I have had the sensation that there is warm urine running down my shin when there is no warm urine there at all.

Weird.

Busy Busy Elves are We, Making Presents Merrily

The title of this post is taken from a song that was performed during a Christmas musical at my grade school when I was in about 5th grade, a musical for which I played the xylophone and glockenspiel.  The song is what I now play for Samuel on his tiger-shaped xylophone that you play by pressing a key rather than hitting it with a mallet.  So it goes through my head a lot these days.  How come I can remember how to play a song that I learned in 5th grade but can't remember conversations that I have with Jeannie, conversations that she brings up during arguments and then I look like a jackass because I don't remember having had them?

Been busy this week.  We open a show next week, so I've been trying to get my schedule coordinated enough that I can get all the show stuff done and still stay on top of the building stuff.  And go to the rehearsals that I need to go to.  So I probably won't be home a lot for the next week or two.

Sam has gone into another 2 to 3 week phase of being cute.

I found out last night that there's going to be a concert in DC in April of Emmylou Harris and Daniel Lanois (et al) performing the Wrecking Ball album.  This is pretty much a dream concert for me.  Tickets go on sale this Friday, so I'm gonna try and get some damned good seats.  If Brian Blade was gonna be there (he played drums on some songs on Wrecking Ball, including 'Where Will I Be,' which is probably my favorite drum track on any song ever) I would totally be shitting my pants with excitement right now.  I haven't heard that he'll be included, though, so as it is I am only leaving small, excited skid marks in my boxer briefs. 

New U2 song out -- 'Invisible.'  I like it a lot.  I'd say it's the most promising U2 single I've heard in over a decade.  Makes me have hope that the upcoming Danger Mouse-produced album won't suck a donkey dick.  Which is exactly what a lot of their recent stuff does. 

That's all I've got right now.  I should nap while the boy naps. 

Disappears in Dreams

The other day, Jeannie and I were taking a nap, and I was having a weird dream where I was in a video game, and there were co-workers running around through the video game with me, and Sam was a little video game version of Dracula (don't ask how that works, it would take too long to explain) and it was all very weird, but then at the end of the dream I was just holding Sam (in his little Dracula outfit) and he just disappeared.  It was terrible.  I woke up crying, and it still makes me cry when I think about it.  Because in the dream it was like he was dying, he was DISAPPEARING FOREVER, and I would never see him again, and I knew it, and he seemed to know it, and it was terrible and it broke my heart. 

Dada is beefy

Not much going on really.

Ooo - The other night I was laying in bed thinking about the following statement -- "The greatest thing in the world is ___________." -- and how I would end it.  I came up with 'chinese food.'  Cause chinese food really is the greatest thing in the world.  What do you think is the greatest thing in the world?

Also decided:  my anti-drug is lemonade.  What's your anti-drug?

Last night I was able to smell my own butt without changing my position seated on the couch.  Never good.  The result of no-shower and old underwear.  Don't act like it's never happened to you. 

This post was written on my phone (Jeannie doesn't let me use our computer anymore).  Please celebrate my perfect spelling and punctuation.  Or, maybe not perfect but at least pretty damned fine. 

I should really go paint the radiator cover.  And no, that is not code. 

Anal punchers, rectal scrunchers

Whenever I see the word "recital" in print, I ALWAYS first mistake it as "rectal."

On Wednesdays and Thursdays, I drop Sam off in the morning at the babysitter's, and then I get to come home and take a leisurely shower and make myself a leisurely semi-lumberjack breakfast, and maybe read something short, and then head off to work.  Which I am doing today.  And I usually enjoy it very much, and I am at least semi-enjoying it today.  But I've been noticing lately how much I enjoy hearing Sam run around the house, giggling and screaming and babbling, and how, when he is not around, life can feel too silent and claustrophobic.  Which is weird, because one of my biggest fears before having a kid is that I would miss my beloved "peace and quiet" too much, and that I would resent my kid for getting rid of it.  Well, it's true, the kid has mostly gotten rid of it, but I don't seem to miss it too much.  Peace and quiet feels a little too empty these days.  Not sure if that's a good thing or a bad thing. 

Related:  I always used to feel like I didn't have a whole lot to lose, and I always regarded this as a good thing.  These days I feel like I have a lot to lose, and while that feels very good, it also feels very bad. 

Related:  I always used to talk myself out of worrying about things by asking myself, "What's the worst that could happen?"  And the answer would usually be, "That person will yell at me," or "I will lose my shitty job."  These days the answers carry more weight, like, "My kid could die," or "I will lose this job that I really seem to love."  Again, this is both great and terrible.  How can I talk myself out of worrying now?

I'm looking forward to this weekend, for no reason in particular. 

I had, perhaps, the best hot chocolate of my life yesterday. 

Writer's Almanac

I think Samuel may have officially entered his "terrible two's" "annoying" phase.  Maybe.  It's not "terrible," but it is pretty annoying.  He's kind of latched on to a few things (listening to music all day, sitting at the steering wheel for a minute before going anywhere in the car) and then freaks out when he doesn't get to do those things.  Basically, just kinda freaking out whenever he doesn't get what he wants.  Ugh.  I'm glad that I spent the summer with him BEFORE all this hit.  Jeannie's been home a lot with him for the last few weeks and I think she's about ready to throw him off a bridge a little bit.

Luckily, he is, at times, still very cute.  Like when he says, "potato," or leans in and gives spontaneous kisses. 

Anyway, enough about the boy. 

The fam and I went to ChesShakes new years' party today, which was uneventful.  Consisted mostly of trying to make sure that Sam wasn't throwing himself in the fireplace or breaking anything. 

I really enjoy listening to "The Writer's Almanac" in the car.  Since I never get to listen to them on the radio, I download the podcasts, save them up, and listen to a week's worth on Friday mornings when I drive to work.  It's a little bit of a treat. 

2013 was a good year for me, mainly because of job-switching, but also because I think that, as a family, Jeannie and Sam and I learned some things about trying to balance all the stuff that we need in our lives. 

What do I wish for 2014?  Of course, continued health and stuff for the people I love, but also:

1.  successful new building opening
2.  kitchen renovation
3.  figuring out how vacations work at the new job
4.  a bulk purchase of RUNTS candy
5.  Lemonade, all the time.
6.  Spreadable port wine cheese and reduced-fat Wheat Thins.

I got myself a new pillow after Christmas.  So far I'm really liking it.  I sleep in all different positions, so, historically, it's been hard for me to find a pillow that I like.  And my last pillow sucked (basically like sleeping on a piece of padded paper), so I am excited that this one seems to cut the pillow-mustard. 

Smartie Sicko

Back from another Christmas in the Lou.  We had a few more days this year, but for some reason this Christmas seemed busier than ever.   Sam was still kinda sick all week and not sleeping well, which means that none of us slept well.   It feels good to be home, although at the moment Sam is wailing in his room and just having a hard time of it. 

He seemed to make a bit of a cognitive leap this week -- he's getting his colors right, and he's saying more words, and getting people's name right.  I think that being around a lot of people, getting near-constant attention and stimulation, was good for him. 

Went to a gathering at Eric E's house on Friday, and got to see The Drew, which was nice.  I kinda wish that the 3 of us had been able to sneak off somewheres, but alas, no such luck.  If only I had been able to say longer; it seems I had to leave right when the sitting-and-talking portion of the evening was beginning. 

Hmm.  I feel like I had more to write when I sat down.  Should I try and have more dinner? 

Merry (barf!) Christmas!

Perhaps I am doomed to never arrive in St. Louis before Christmas eve.  The fam and I are scheduled to fly out tomorrow morning, but last night Sam decided to start puking at around midnight, and the jury's still out as to whether he has stopped yet.  He's asleep now, and he hasn't woken up to puke, which is a good sign, but not definitive.  We're waiting to see if he can go 4 hours without yakking, and then we'll consider him in the clear.   Let me just say that his barf smelled terrible last night.  Ugh.  YOU OWE ME, SON.  AND YOU OWE YOUR MOTHER MORE. 

Not how I expected to spend my night (or day today) when I got off work yesterday.  Work ended on a high note, with a very productive meeting with our theatre consultant who was in town from N. Carolina.  Got some questions ironed out amongst our contractor and our performance lighting subcontractor, and the theatre consultant (who designed the system).  I was definitely the dumbest guy in the room, but nobody seems to mind too much.  So that's good.   Also, I found out that a lighting console is included in the contract, which is good because I was figuring that it wasn't and that we would have to dig up another 10 grand somewhere. 

What else?  Gonna be a weird Christmas, but I'm looking forward to it.  I hope the little guy is feeling better when he wakes up so we can get away on time rather than trying to deal with the headache of trying to switch our flight at the last minute, 3 days before Christmas. 

Afterlife

An example of what I really like about my job:  this week, I've been working on fixing a set, loading/unloading and assembling said set on a high school tour, playing Horatio in the show that's touring, brokering a deal on the alarm system for the new building, and figuring out A/V needs for the new building.  It's quite a mixed bag, and I can do a lot of it (but not all of it, which is good cause I need a little bit of provided structure) on my own schedule, I can do some of it by myself and some of it with others, some of it during the day and some of it at night.  Pretty much the exact opposite of standing in the same spot all day doing the same thing day after day while encountering the same fairly annoying people.  Lovin' it!

My favorite thing in the world to do right now is to crank up Arcade Fire's song, "Afterlife," on the stereo, pick up Sam and dance with him in the living room.  He will get a big smile on his face when the song come on, run to me with his arms out and then put his head down on my shoulder while I hug him and we bounce and sway and swoop.  It's pretty great.  I love that he likes music.  I like that he can be fussy in the car and then I put on The National's cd and he pretty much instantly calms down and just sits and quietly entertains himself (except for in-between songs when he puts up a little bit if a fuss until the next song starts). 

A few years ago, Jeannie and I made a deal that we would never watch Law and Order on Netflix, because that seemed like the lowest point of lazy TV watching, and L&O is just the type of "this-isn't-really-that-good-but-it's-here-and-I-want-to-avoid-doing-other-things" television that Jerns and I were trying to avoid by not having a TV.  But the other night we were both pretty tired and we were looking through Netflix for something to watch, and we didn't want to try something new, and we didn't want to invest the time in a movie, so we ended up watching L&O.  And damn if it wasn't awesome, and damn if it didn't make me feel like it was 2002 again, and that I was 25 again, and now I see that Law and Order is perfect for an hour of TV just before bed.  You can give it 15% of your attention and it will completely clear your mind and turn you into a blank slate that is entirely ready for a restful night's sleep.  Plus, I also get to repeatedly do my Sam Watertson impersonation, and that's one of my favorites. 

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Whizzdom Teef

The Jeanners had her wisdom teeth taken out today.  She was doing ok for most of the day but then puked a bit as I was getting Sam ready for bed.  I think it was a particular medication that caused the puking, so I think I'm going to not give her that medication anymore.  But the pain meds that the dentist gave her seem to stay down OK, so I'll keep up with those.

Anyway, I stayed home from rehearsal tonight to look after J, and she's snoozing now so I've got an unexpected free evening in front of me.  Feeling a little bored, but also pretty tired because it was a pretty busy day -- looking after Sam, making sure Jeannie was ok, and fielding a bunch of work e-mails and appointments and such.  So I'm thinking it will be an early night.

Tomorrow, depending on the health of Jerns, I will try to head to work for a meeting in the early afternoon and I will spend a good chunk of the day working on a Hamlet set at home.  Sammyboy is at the sitter's for the day, which should make it a bit of an easier day.  Hopefully Jeannie is able to keep food down and keep pain meds down and isn't too bruised and swollen.

By the way, having something done to my wisdom teeth is like my scariest nightmare ever.

Fuck.  That.  Shit.



(pardon my language)

No. Carolina

The family and I got back from North Carolina this evening, where we were visiting Jeannie's brother and meeting his fiancee.  Jeannie's other brother came up from Florida and her dad drove out from St. Louis as well.  So we hung out there for a couple of days, and had a fairly relaxing Thanksgiving, and Sam did surprisingly well in the car, especially today.  Today he slept for the first 2.5 hours of the drive and then just kinda hung out and listened to the music and looked at books and played quietly with toys in his car seat.  Very little fussing.  It was awesome.  Very thankful for that. 

What else?  Jeanners is gettin' her wisdom teeth out on Tuesday, which I am anticipating to be sucky for her, but I will try to keep her entertained as best I can. 

Had a nice little visit with the Beej on Tuesday night before we left.  Always good to see the Beej, and things seem to be rolling along pleasantly for him.  Wonder where he will end up? 

The time between now and Christmas should be very busy, work-wise.  Good busy, though, hopefully.  And the first holiday season of no-retail.  Huzzah!

Loofah / China

Earlier in November I decided to buy Jeannie a loofah, because the loofah that she's been using has been falling apart.  So I went to target and couldn't find what I was looking for, and I looked at Bed Bath and Beyond but I couldn't find it there, either, so I said screw it and came home and ordered it on Amazon.  It was like 5 bucks and I thought it was weird that it said shipping would take 3-4 weeks, but whatever.  I figured it was just Amazon over-estimating how long it would take.  Well, 3 weeks later I thought it was weird that the loofah had not arrived yet, so I tracked the order and it said that the thing was somewhere in China.  And then it arrived yesterday, and sure enough, it was packaged up and shipped by some guy (or gal) somewhere in somewheresville, China.  My five dollar loofah.  I have a picture of a little Chinese boy hurriedly riding a bicycle miles and miles across some Chinese province and handing it off to some Mongolian horsemen, who take it north and sneak it to some Russian border guards, etc., etc., etc. 

Thanks for the loofah, everybody!

Retreat

My back/neck's been hurting for the last week or so, due either to poor leaf-raking technique or a monster-sized toddler who wants to be lugged around all the time by his pappy. 

I have come to the conclusion that I sometimes over-hyphenate, but that I don't mind and that I want it to be part of my personal style.  If it bothers you, I apologize. 

Yesterday we had a staff retreat at work, and we got a friend of ours to let us use a conference room at her large, international company's office building.  A building which was large and happened to be right on the harbor and had a great view of Baltimore.  And I was not expecting much from the retreat, because it was sorta last-minute and it seemed like only one person in the office really wanted to do it.  But I enjoyed it, because my boss did what I think was a really good job leading it, and it was productive and not a complete waste of time.  Plus, free lunch and stuff. 

You know, if there's one thing I hate, it's having work done on the car. 

Contra

Last night Jerns and I went contra dancing for our anniversary.  Contra dancing is like square dancing, but instead of being performed by the Amish and hillbillies wearing overalls and straw hats, it is performed by aging hippies wearing skirts and sweaty headbands.  It was kinda fun, but I prefer my dancing to be monogamous, intimate, and sexy rather than communal and happy.  It was sort of like having to make small talk with a lot of different people, set to string band music.  But anyway, it's been on our list of things to do, and now it's done, and I don't know that we'll be going back anytime soon.  It left me dizzy and with a headache.  And I don't think it's something that's worth getting a babysitter for.  But it was good to get out and do something different. 

What else?  Work is keeping us busy, Sam is talking a lot and trying to say whatever Jeans and I say, and also starting to imitate us while we sweep the floor or rake leaves. 

We will be heading down to Jeannie's brother's house in one of the Carolinas -- I forget which one [Carolina, not brother] -- for Thanksgiving.  Also trying to see if we can get Jeannie's dad to fly down there, too.  Might be a bit of a weird holiday season this year....