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wraithgirl's Journal  I just got back from the parent-teacher interview and it went very well. GMinor is a smart cookie and brought home a respectable report card full of As and Bs. I don't know her new teacher that well, so I was a titch nervous. These things always intimidate me. Not sure why. Anyway, she said, and I quote, "I will eat my shirt is [GMinor] isn't gifted. I'd like to have her tested." Woo-hoo! I've been saying this since kindergarten. It was so nice ot have someone bring this up. It always sounds like bragging, and don't get me wrong, I'm fine with bragging about my girl. But gifted isn't just smart. Lots of kids are brilliant, but not gifted. Gifted in a learning style, a way of processing and assimilating information. It's so great that she'll have the chance to really apply her brains. I've noticed lately that she's starting to "dumb down" - pretend she doesn't know something in order to fit in. Not a good thing. So anyway, happy! GMajor is also a clever bunny. Yesterday, he finally connected "live" with his new agent after trading e-mails. His agent wants to pitch a new animated show for the 9-12 year old boy market. So he asked GMajor to come up with 5 ideas and they'd discuss which one to flesh out. In 3 hours (!) GMajor wrote up the 5 concepts and fired them off. The agent was so impressed, he sent them to the production company - as is! All of them! In very short order, GMajor could go from aspiring scriptwriter to creator or an original new series. Woo-hoo! And now, dinner! I am in a gloomy mood today. I have boxes and boxes of my Dad's stuff I really need to go through, but I just can't. Each time I try, I get so sad and overwhelmed, I just put the lid back on and leave. I know there's stuff in there I am supposed to deal with, but it's just too hard. Most things feel too hard today. I did manage to wrap some Christmas presents. Next weekend, I have a bit of visiting that's happening and I will probably need to drop off some gifts. Unfortunately, I don't actually have two of the gifts, so I've got to sort this out. Buying gifts for 13-year-old boys is really tough. I was going to get them remote controlled spiders, but the shipping costs were over $25! I have to think of something else. My stepmother is still avoiding my calls - and eveyone else's as well. That's making planning Christmas really difficult. My mother-in-law is ticked off at me for being tardy in making Christmas plans. Apparently, she mailed an invitation to their annual Christmas party a week ago and she's upset with me for not receiving it yet. I'm thinking it might have been a better plan to actually call or e-mail to invite her only son and grandchild, if it was that important. But no, we're just on the send-in-the-mail list. I bet GMajor's sister got a call. But I'm not bitter. I had nightmares all night. The whole Dawn of the Dead deal with everyone except GMajor, GMinor and I turned into zombies and trying to escape. I woke up at about 1 and couldn't shake it for hours. When I finally got back to sleep, I dreamed the cats kept escaping and running around Kingston, lost. Followed by an interesting dream in which I was trying to buy a dress for a wedding and kept being shown $500 hats. There's probably something very Freudian about that one. Meh. Is it chocolate o'clock yet? It's chilly here at All's Well today. It was warmer this morning, but the temperature is dropping and I think we may well see some snowflakes this afternoon. Considering that this time last year, we had two feet of snow, I am so not complaining. I bought new snowboots so I am good to go. This afternoon, I am off to see The Canadian Brass. They are playing a concert here in town and GMinor's school has a field trip. Because I am volunteering, I get to see them for free. This time, I plan to discuss my volunteering with the teacher ahead of time, so I don't get stuck with looking after 30 kids who ignore me and fall down and get hurt and freak me out. Last volunteering date didn't go so well. Still no word from our AWOL contractor. So, no windows and I'm basically firing him from the basement project. This is all fine, but he has also got the plans for the bedside tables. So, I guess these aren't going to happen in time for Christmas. If I had the plans back. I could find someone else, but without them, we are stalled. I'm trying really hard not to get too upset about this. Today, plumbers came by to assess whether we can get an on-demand water heater. We weren't going to bother, but it's such a good deal, it's hard to resist. We can rent the unit for a monthly rate of $35, an increase over the $12.95 we pay for the regular tank. However, we stand to save about $15 a month in gas and we get free installation and a $625 rebate from the government. That's a pretty good deal. The trick is, we have to get it installed and set up *before* we insulate the basement. Once that sprayfoam goes in, it's really hard to retrofit anything. We're still hoping to get the basement sorted in January. Fingers are crossed. December's calendar is already buried under social commitments, both the Christmas and birthday type. It's all fun, but there are already hurt feelings with conflicts. sarcasma, with exceptional timing, snagged us tickets to see her and her partner sing at A Christmas Carol, making us unavailable for Another Family Gathering. We're going back and forth to Toronto so many times in December, it will be a relief.Tonight, GMajor starts Project Big Red. He's helping Santa out at the mall, standing in for the big guys for photos with the kiddies. He's petrified. Poor guy. It's a lot of pressure - big boots to fill, so to speak. But could also be seriously fun. Potentially horrible too, but I think really, really funny and cute. He's super stressed out it though. I wish I could go for support, but it's a bit hard to explain to GMinor. It would pretty much blow it, you know? This weekend is GMinor's birthday party. She's going to be EIGHT. This is freaking me out. However, we've planned a small party and horseback riding to celebrate. GMajor is making another one of his Deuce of Cakes creations. We'll post pics! Saturday night, we have a violin concert. Sunday, we have a birthday party for GMinor's friend down the street. Next week is even more fun: Friday morning: parent-teacher interview Friday noon: One of a Kind Craft Show Friday night: sleep somewhere Saturday afternoon: Milton to cemetary, possibly visit a friend as well, drive back to Stratford to pick up GMajor Saturday night: Christmas party in Oakville, sleep somewhere Sunday afternoon: Christmas party in Mississauga I have started Christmas shopping, but there's a lot left to do. And I'd better get my brass in gear. It's almost time to go! Everything is going along tickety-boo here at All's Well. Lots of cool stuff is going on with GMajor. As most of you know, he's a creative guy, a Renaissance man. First music and songwriting and now scriptwriting. And now, he's landed an agent! Based on a spec script for Robot Chicken, he managed to leverage a deal with a New York agency who will get him work writing for children's animation. I know, Robot Chicken - not so much with the children's material, but he wrote a Toopy and Binoo and has an Atomic Betty in progress that have convinced everyone of his extreme cleverness...and writing flexibiity! The agent seems very awesome and on the ball so fingers and toes are crossed that GMajor has finally found his break and will get work in this field ASAP. In the meantime, his research is pretty hilarious. We can watch cartoons all afternoon! Our 10-year-old tube tv was starting to go - degaussing and turning green. I was at the mall and Sears announced they had 32" Sony LCDs for $500! TV problem solved - tick that one off the list. Since it counts as a Christmas present to each other, we're all taken care of there too. We've been coveting an LCD for a while, but they are still so pricey. This was a great deal. And it saves energy! It's all win-win. Interesting to note that you're charged a disposal fee for the tube tv when you buy a new one. We're keeping it for the Wii, but I think it's interesting that this has appeared at the consumer level. I doubt the money is actually going to the right place, but at least it shows we're paying attention. There's been no movement at all in the home renovation area. Contractors are insanely busy with trying to finish things up before Christmas. This year is even worse as people are trying to race to get their tax credit. I am still hoping for at least some new windows at some point, but it's looking like it'll be spring before that happens. It's probably why things are so low-stress here - no renovations in the works! We've officially been at All's Well for a year now. To celebrate, we had a last-minute party on Saturday. Unfortunately, none of our Toronto friends were able to come, but we had lots of neighbours and had a great time. We're very lucky to have such great people around. GMinor had a great time putting on a play with her friend from down the street. So cute! It's wonderful that all we have to do is mention a party at the schoolyard and two days later, people come by...and bring food! Last night, one of our neighbours knocked at the door to borrow ketchup. I know it's a bit strange, but I love that. I love that we live in a community where you can do that. Works is slowing down considerably. After the debacle that was my attempt at project management, I'm just doing some writing now. I'm enjoying it - it's so calm and quiet after that hectic stressful summer. I'm almost done though and the phone is ominously quiet. Usually December is a busy time of year work-wise, so I'm a bit nervous. I don't think the recession is as over as people are saying. It's pretty quiet out there. Too early to panic, but I'm looking over my shoulder a lot. Of course, if GMajor becomes a fabulously successful scriptwriter, I may just retire! Still talking about the possibility of dashing to Europe in the spring to visit Darling Paul. We had been talking about Vienna or Munich, but now Salzburg is looking pretty good. There's also Cinque Terre in Italy. It looks just magical. A bit expensive perhaps, but what an incredible place! Still, Salzburg is lovely too and only 2 hours from Munich where I could meet Paul's boyfriend, which would be awesome. Choices! I want to do everything! So, enough about me. How are you? I am working on a climateology book right now and researching homebuilding in the North. It's really neat! I don't think much about the different building techniques that are required for different climactic conditions - and the effects of climate change - so this was a real eye-opener. In the North, they soil layer is often peat or other very light organic material, then there is permafrost. With no bedrock to support a building's foundation, the foundations rely on the strength of permafrost for support. With global warming, permafrost is no longer so "permanent" - it's melting. Apparently, it also is prone to melting during building construction when it is uncovered. If it melts, the buildings collapse. So, contractors are using refrigerator technology to help keep the permafrost frozen. Alaskan hotel I have lots to do and it isn't hard, but I don't feel like doing it. So instead, LJ! GMinor's school just called. When I saw the call display, my heart gave that little panicked lurch of fear, wondering what happened to her. Of course, nothing at all. She's fine. But the principal is back from being off for a week with the flu and is taking care of the Great Earmuff Destruction of 2009 that happened in her absence. Two weeks ago at recess, a couple of grade 6 boys snatched GMinor's purple princess earmuffs off of her head and then deliberately snapped them in two. Many tears ensued but fortunately, her teacher was right there and the fill-in principal handled it. However, the regular principal, who I adore, called to ask about how much they were and where they might have come from. Unfortunately, they came from Toronto a few years ago and I'm sure can't be replaced with anything exactly the same. However, the principal plans to research it this weekend. Can you imagine a principal taking her weekend to drive around to stores to find out about availability of kid's earmuffs? She's the most decent human ever. So, I am relieved that this is being handled, and with far more care and attention to detail than I could do. Research for potential renovations is underway. The house is freezing, especially on windy days as the cold whisks through the walls and windows. You can actually feel a breeze in the stairwell. GMinor's room is the coldest in the house (excepting basement). I couldn't figure it out, but GMajor finally did; her's is the only room where the heat vents run on *outside* walls. Brrr. However, new windows, and basement and attic insulation should really help. We have a sort of solution to the UFFI in our walls. Removing it is a nervous breakdown level of renovations - basically ripping out each and every wall that is an exterior wall, scraping off the UFFI and then reinsulating. Gah. However, a friend suggested an air-exchanger. THhs is important because, as we start to seal up the house with new windows and insulation, we trap in all the off-gasing and toxins, both from UFFI and from everything else (cooking, carpets, glues, paints, etc.). So, for a couple of grand (rather than $20 000 for UFFI removal), we can get a HEPA air filter attached to the furnace, which will solve any air quality issues we might have. Very happy for this solution. We still plan to ask the previous owner for this money for this, since it was her lie and her responsibility. However, I expect we will have to litigate for this to actually happen. GMajor has been getting some pretty awesome presents lately. Normally, when I drag him around antiquing or shopping, he looks at stuff and humours me, but rarely shows any lasting interest. However, a few weeks ago, we got a day off for antiquing and he fell in love. It's a 1938 console radio. It's a gorgeous art deco style cabinet and the radio actually works! The radio cost $197 when it was first made. We bought it 70 years later for $200. There's an irony in there somewhere. Anyway, it looks amazing and it sounds amazing. It matches the piano and the dining table perfectly and it fits under the Chat Noir poster like we planned it. Here's a pic, if you're interested. Previous to this, while alivicwil was visiting, we saw a wonderful sculpture at Indigena. Looking at soapstone sculptures of polar bears and walruses is sort of a Canadian thing to do, so we dragged Ali in there. Ironically, it was us who ended up with the prize. GMajor saw this sculpture and went back and looked at it about 6 times. I make it a policy that anything that elicits that strong a reaction from him should be purchased immediately. And especially in the case of something that is one-of-a-kind. I was a lot less money than we were expecting for art of this nature, so I think it was a very good deal. I am very partial to the dancing polar bears myself, but I do like the shape and flow of this piece.DinosaurQueen's annual Halloween party is this Saturday. I admit to be completely over Halloween now and actually kind of looking forward to Christmas. I caught myself humming Christmas carols the other day. I'm sure I would have been stoned to death if anyone had heard me. But I am looking forward to pulling out the familiar Christmas decorations, like old friends, out of the equally antique tissue they are wrapped in. Remember when Kleenex came in colours? Apparently, in Stratford, it's considered gauche to turn on your outside Christmas lights before the tree-lighting ceremony at city hall. So we will have to wait until November 29. But we'll be ready! I can already taste the eggnog! It's been a long week and we are all more than ready for the extreme sugar high that is Halloween. This year, GMinor will debut as a princess - her first princess costume, actually. As is our usual, GMajor and I will play backup roles. I plan to dress up as a pea, and GMajor wants to be a mattress. However, GMinor is insisting he plan a prince, so we'll see who wins. She wanted me to play a witch ("But there's no witch in Princess and the Pea!" "Yes, there is!" "No, there isn't!"....) and when I woudn't agree, she invited her grandmother for trick-or-treating. Humph. Ah well, we could all use a break and laundry is so backed up, I'm even willing to ask for her help. It's true; I'm that desperate. GMinor has been off school all week with a cold that turned into the flu. With all the panicking about swine flu, I managed to get pretty worried by Thursday when she stared getting even more symptoms and her fever kept going back up again. Without a Stratford doctor, we didn't have any other options but to hit emergency. We were there for 4 and a half hours, which I guess isn't too bad, but it sure was a heck of a long time. She was still home today, but was feeling a bit better - enough to make me completely mental, trying to juggle deadlines and looking after a sick and cranky child. She did miss Black and Orange Day at school - not such a loss, I think, eh seal_clubber?Today, I had just managed to send off the final batch of work I promised for this week when my client called. She was seriously displeased with the project management work I had done in July and told me she'd never hire me again for that. While I grant that I didn't exactly do a stellar job, I think she was being a bit unfair and, kudos to me, I told her so. She hired one good author, two utterly inexperienced authors and one unreliable one to write a project in a very compressed timeline. The one good author did her job on time, completely, and well. The unreliable author dicked around for weeks, making promises and breaking them while I begged my client to replace him. One of the new authors was horribly late and a third of her work eneded up being written by one of my editors. The other newbie did manage to come through with most of what was needed, but needed a ton of hand-holding. In addition, one of the editors got strep throat and was out of commission for a week and the other had family issues taking her out for several days at a time until she eventually just quit. I hired several replace editors who were poached by my client for other projects that were more urgent. In short, it was doomed. She acted astonished, like she didn't know any of this was happening, which is complete BS. Anyway, good riddance to the project management - it's definitely not for me. But I hate being scapegoated and I sure hated that conversation. So, after many hugs and soothing from GMajor and GMinor, we went out for a completely adequate dinner at Boston Pizza. I didn't have to cook. Yea. Other flotsom of the week...I got a call earlier in the week like an emotional landmine. Apparently, my Dad had an insurance policy with me as beneficiary. Although my stepmom mentioned this, I assumed it would be weeks or months away. So when they called, I was completely caught off-guard. After some tears, I emotionally flailed a bit more, struggling to figure out what I was going to do with the money - what was the right thing, what would Dad want, etc., etc. Eventually, I decided on finishing Dad's Christmas gift to us. My Dad was a self-taught cabinet-maker. Most of our furniture, anything that's not Ikea, my Dad made. We have a fantastic walnut and maple sleigh bed he made a few years ago. For Christmas, he planned to make the matching bedside tables. He had cut out some of the pieces and started making the biscuit joints, but then, he just stopped and closed the door to his workshop. He never went back. About two weeks ago, my stepmom arranged to have all the wood and plans delivered. I had asked my neighbour about making them and the price was so astonishing, I just laughed. $900...EACH! However, today, my friendly contractor agreed to take the project on, so I am hopeful that these will get done in time to finish what Dad started. Still, the whole thing feels a bit like someone giving my heart a good hard squeeze. Also this week was the horrifying death of one of GMajor's friends from when he worked at Chapters in Etobicoke. Taylor Mitchell was only 19 and an incredibly sweet girl. I hardly remember her from the very few times I met her, I'm sorry to say, but GMajor does. It's the second work-friend from Chapters he's lost and the sixth death in two years to hit our family. We sort of feel like hiding under the bed until someone calls all-clear. We're both finding it hard to keep moving. I find I am easily distracted and also easily panicked. It will pass, and hopefully sooner than later. GMajor is similarly in duck-and-cover mode. I am hoping that sometime in 2010, I can scrape together enough funds to go visit Paul in Europe. A little travel therapy is probably in order - I really need some perspective, some reminders of why life is good. A few pastries in Vienna might be just the thing. Or wherever. Vienna sounds wonderfully romantic, but perhaps Munich so I also have the chance to meet Paul's new love, who sounds wonderful. However, firstly the money and the rest will unfold. I think I'll give that sleep thing another try. Things are back into somewhat of a routine at All's Well now. Actually, it's almost boring. Sounds like time to renovate! Okay, here's the deal. Back before the Great Bathroom Explosion of 2009, we had planned to put in all new windows. We knew the windows were bad when we bought the house and planned to replace them. We got the Eco-Energy audit already and were fielding various quotes when everything got diverted to bathroom renos. However, time is ticking away on the audit - we have about 8 months left before it expires - and our windows still suck (and blow too). We had Pella come in again yesterday and requote based on their sale prices. It's still coming to about $11K. I really would like to get these windows replaced - they slam and crush and trap fingers, they are letting dozens of flies and the occasional bee in, and they are cold and drafty. The government will give us $80 per window back - eventually - but that's only about $1600. We'll save on heat, a bit anyway, but there's no knowing how much that will be. I'm just not sure that it's a good time to get another $10 in debt, you know? I know we'll really enjoy them, but yikes. More debt = scary. And this whole thing is making me miss my Dad like crazy. He was always the one I talked to about financial stuff and home renos. And now, God help me, I've got to sort it out on my own. Probably explains why my credit cards spontaneously burst into flames. In addition, when we demoed the bathroom, we had to tear out all of the insulation there was in the basement. There wasn't a lot of it, but wouldn't you know, it was all exactly where the pipes were run. So now, the basement is insulation free and freaking cold. Our neighbour says it would be $5000-7000 to put up stud walls and insulate (and do the other bits and pieces that need to be done before that, like move the washing machine next to the dryer and move the dryer vent away from the deck, etc.). For this, we'll get another couple of grand back from the government...eventually. Bah, I don't know how to weigh these things. What do you think? It's a wild day out today - windy and rainy - the kind of day the flips your umbrella inside out, sticks your hair to your face, and soaks to through to your underwear. Fortuantely, I am back inside and dry now. The last couple of days have been challenging. Monday started with being yelled at by a client and finding out the improbably deadline was actually an impossible one...and at the same time as two other impossible deadlines. After giving it a bit of thought and thrashing it out woth DinosaurQueen, I ended up bailing on one of the projects. And there ends my soujourn into project management. I can't say it went well. Being responsible for other people's work sucks. So, now I just have two impossible projects to finish and a negative balance that keeps me awake all night. With this summer's unexpected renovation, two weeks off work while in Kingston and the subsequent hotel and food bills that came with, we are pretty damn strapped. I think it's time to visit the bank of Mom. Considering I already owe her $1000, I imagine that's not going to go over well. At the same time, I got a startling e-mail this morning from my Dad. I didn't realize that my step-mom was using his same address but it sure froze me in my tracks when I logged on this morning. Apparently, my Dad had an insurance policy and I'm named beneficiary. Huh. Although we are really strapped for cash, I would really rather not think about this or deal with it at all. Why is it that life is full of these kinds of decisions? Anyway, I also told my step-mother that I would help her out with the funeral costs, so I guess that's what this money will end of being for. Yesterday, I was searching through my in-basket for work messages and came across several messages from my Dad, sent a few weeks ago. Also yesterday, my Dad's neighbours dropped by the walnut and maple boards that Dad had cut out in preparation for the bedside tables that he was making for GMajor and I for Christmas. One of our neighbours is a cabinet-maker and I've asked him if he could take a look and maybe finish them for us. I was speaking with my step-mom a couple of days ago and she's been cleaning out my Dad's workshop and appraising his tools, getting ready to sell them. I would rather have everything preserved, like a time capsule, so I could go to my Dad's house, wander down to the workshop and everything would still be there, exactly as it was, sawdust on the floor, plans taped to the bulletin board with the white board list of projects in the works. Just as if he was just out for a moment and was going to come back any second and pick up where he left off. I had always sort of thought that I would figure out how to do this stuff at some point - learn how to do the woodworking, turn some spindles, do some scrollwork. But I guess that's not really very realistic. I always thought I would have this stuff available when I got around to learning, but there was never any time. And now, there's no one to show me. I'm not sure I could ever get over my fear of power tools anyway. So I guess there's not a lot of point in me trying to keep the lathe or the scroll saw or the gazillions of feet of wood curing in the garage. Better that my step-mom gets some cash to pay the bills and stay in the house and better that the tools go t someone who really appreciates them and will use them to make beautiful things. Better that than have them sit in my basement and rust and make me feel guilty for never using them. But it's really hard to let them go, regardless of whether it's a better idea. I continue to be worried that my step-mom is throwing things out and getting rid of stuff that I might want. I already talked to her about it and I don't know that I have the nerve to talk to her again. This is really hard for me, but she has to live in that empty house with my Dad's glasses on the table beside his chair and his notes and pencils beside the computer. I can't imagine how difficult it would be to leave them sit there or put them away. Both are pretty awful options. Anyway, now that I have thoroughly depressed myself, and probably everyone else, I guess it's time to go and earn some of the money I need so much. Hello LJ, It's been a while since I last posted and a lot of stuff has happened. Most of you know about my Dad, but I'm not ready to talk about that yet. Instead, I'll just blather on about life's mundanities. There's been a lot of chucking out and restocking of closets lately. The loss of the linen closet has prompted a purge of ragged towels, the 5000 pillowcases I acquired somehow and some rather ugly bathmats. I also decided that any shoes or clothes that predate my daughter should go unless I truly loved them. Goodwill has been restocked now and the local SPCA has enjoyed the influx of towels and mats for Fluffy and Rover. While dropping off stuff at the SPCA, we met Ginger, a 2-year-old Cockapoo. I've been having a deep dog need lately and GMinor's been very keen on doggies. It's a terrible idea for us right now. We don't need the stress, mess or expense of a doggy. But I'm not all that smart, and I really loved this dog. However, when I returned to the SPCA today, there were already two applications and two others in the works to adopt Ginger, so I thought this was probably a sign that I should just stop. Such a cute little dog though. Old towels going out has meant a need for new towels to come in. GMinor has outgrown all her towels with bunny ears or duck bills, sadly. I haven't had any luck though. I want those large bath sheets that would cover her from nose to toes, but the stores seem to mean something different. All their bath "sheets" are really just normal bath towel-sized. I did find one that was adequate, but that's all. I hired a painter to paint my living room. I got a message on the Stratford parents group from someone interested in starting a painting business. She's almost finished the living room now and it looks amazing. When GMajor and I returned from Kingston, I noticed how much all the patches and scrapes on the walls were bothering me. But it's such a huge job, I was too overwhelmed to start. Fortunately, Sheryl has been wonderful. I was nervous about my colour choice, but it looks really good now. It's a huge relief. I spend all my time at home - I work here and live here. This means I will actually like my house again and be mess mad at it for being a disaster. The bathroom reno and the expenses of losing two weeks of work and staying in a hotel for a week are really adding up. Money is back to being stupidly tight again. I am so tired of being poor. I'm not talking about a jet-setting lifestyle here. I would just like to be able to replace the damn electric kettle when it breaks instead of doing without for 3 months because we can't afford the $20. And all this shopping I've been doing, it's not diamonds! I went to Zellers and bought a pink bath towel for GMinor for $8 and clothes she really needed (socks and underwear). I went crazy and bought *two* new laundry baskets for $8 each. Wow, what a wild and crazy person I am! I just keep thinking that we should be doing better than this. We work hard, we have a pretty quiet lifestyle - where's the money? I guess everyone's feeling like this though. It's the new normal. In happier news, GMajor's birthday was this past week and we managed to snag supercheap tickets to A Midsummer Night's Dream. $10 each. Seriously. Anyway, it was a total hoot. Geraint Wyn Davies was perfectly over the top. I've never heard a Festival audience laugh so hard. GMajor had tears streaming down his face in the final scene with the Most Tragical Tale of Pyramus and Thisbe. The placement of the chink in the "wall" was most... awkward. Awesome. I wasn't super-crazy about the period chosen - I really prefer they stick with the original - but the Grease-meets-West Side Story costumes were different and the use of Puck's pointy-toed shoes for Bottom's ass ears was wonderfully inventive. Fairies in leather though? I don't know... So now I just have to scare up enough money to take advantage of the $39 a seat offer for West Side Story. The season is coming to a close and these are the only sale seats I've seen for this show. We haven't managed to take GMinor to see anything at all and she's not to happy about that. We got a bit of birthday money so maybe instead of being responsible and putting the money toward Visa, we'll just be stupid and buy theatre tickets. What the hell. alivicwil, you still need to tell me what you want to see when you're here. Time's a wasting and tickets are getting hard to find. Look here and let us know what you feel like seeing.Well, it's been a trying, tiring weekend and I didn't get to drink nearly enough yesterday, so I think I'll check out what's in the cupboard. I think Dad donated some tequila a while back... Adios. |
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