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Weekend Events

I finally got to see Scott yesterday. I don't remember the last time I actually laid eyes on him, but it was before I jetted off on vacation. He's tired, and sick (although he wouldn't/Couldn't come out and say it). He couldn't say much of anything above a whisper. He's lost his voice. Most people would consider that a handicap, but Scott was even more amusing even with no voice. It was great seeing you booger, and I hope you feel better soon.

Scott's next/latest Broadway offering begins previews tomorrow night. I, and friends of the cast will be enjoying the final dress rehearsal tonight. I called up one of my old performers who is working on a movie at the moment and invited him to attend with me. So I'll be enjoying seeing him again this evening as well; dinner and a show. All in All, it is shaping up to be a really decent day off.

As I was walking home from Scott's last night, it began to snow. Big fluffy flakes of snow lightly falling straight down. There was next to no wind, the sidewalks were still dry; I daresay it was actually pretty. Rarely do I call snowfall pretty, but this was. The nicest part about it was that for the time it took me to walk home there was no icy wind blowing me to and fro. I was grateful that the storm they kept warning us about had waited until I got home from work to occur.

I don't know what it's like outside of the city, but there is barely a smattering of snow on the ground this morning. Yes, it snowed last night, but you would have thought we were going to be housebound for days the way they were hyping it. I see JetBlue canceled flights today, so SOMETHING big must have happened outside the city, or perchance they just over reacted. Although considering their debacle last week, better safe than sorry. Hell would have had No Fury like me, trapped on a plane for 11 hours. (Actually, I wouldn't have been trapped in the plane; I would have been arrested for forcing an emergency exit and leading a consumer revolt).

It was another enjoyable evening of TV last night. The Amazing Race actually started on time and was entertaining enough to keep me focused. One of my least favorite teams, both times, Kevin & Drew, were eliminated. Rob and Amber continue being the first team to the pit stop, this week because they were the only team to keep their minds on the race and not run around like chickens. Looking busy isn't completing tasks. Most teams became frantic and made stupid mistakes, all due to their inability to properly read and absorb written direction. Of course, this is what makes the show entertaining (or as entertaining as sub-scripted 'reality' tv can be). This weeks pit stop was in The Valley of the Dead in Chile. My personal favorite moment of the show was when Kevin & Drew got their 4-wheel drive SUV stuck and hooked the tow strap to Kevin to pull it out (and then Drew kept driving and towed Kevin and almost ran him over/flung him into another sink hole.) Priceless.

Then I started watching The Oscars. I taped it, and haven't seen it all yet, but I did enjoy tuning in just in time to see Jennifer Hudson win Best Supporting Actress. Now you all know I'm a huge fan of Ms Hudson, I have been from the very beginning. I think my mouth fell open more than hers when they called her name. I honestly didn't expect her to win. I'm happy for her that she did, although I honestly doubt that Acting wise, she was superior to any of the other nominees. She is undeniably one of the most gifted vocalists of this day and age. She has an incredible instrument, and such control of it for someone so young; I love her dearly, but she is not a Great actress. I'm not saying that to be mean or spiteful either; that's how I feel. I think the director and editor should be given major props for filming her the way they did. Don't get me wrong, I wish her a very long and successful career, but I doubt it's going to be in movies. Get your incredible talent back in the recording studio babe, and work on your own act... I was also pleased to see Melissa Etheridge take the Oscar for best song. Girrl Power!!

Of all the films nominated, I have only seen Dreamgirls, so I can't comment on any of the rest of them. I just don't go to the movie theatre and see many movies. I'm more of a on-demand and dvd kinda guy. Of course, I go see the big ones that I want to see in the theatre (Potter, Spiderman (anything with James Franco helps me overcome my distaste of NYC movie theatres enough to GO to a movie)). Some people just brood better on the large screen, and in spidy2, he even cried... oh was I in heaven. (See how easily I can be distracted by pouty lips and a tear?)

Speaking of pouty lips and a tear: In the aforementioned walk home in the 'pretty' snow last night, I walked past Vinyl and I wish I had had my camera. It was a snapshot moment, and it will forever be burned into my personal hard drive. There was a very handsome young man standing on the sidewalk, leaning up against the restaurant facade in his black wool coat, hands crammed in his pockets, with the most forlorn look on his face, while his dark curly hair and jacket was gently being dusted by falling snow. I wonder what was bothering him; he was obviously wrapped deeply in thought even though he was pointedly watching me approach. It looked like he really needed a hug, but even in Hells Kitchen that kind of behavior can get your butt kicked. So I refrained from physical contact, but I did slow down my walk while I was drinking him in, and I Turned and acknowledged him as I passed, and said, "Everything will be OK, you just need to believe." It shocked him of course, and I must have stuck close to the point, because it snapped him out of his reverie; he managed a slow smile and replied, "You are correct, Thank you." I flashed him my best smile, nodded, and continued on my way, without ever ceasing my forward momentum. It was a moment, and it filled me with warmth and compassion; something I don't exhibit much of to strangers (no matter how sexy) in this city. I'm still wondering who was meant to meet whom, but I continued my enjoyable walk home with a new lightness of step and peace of mind. Perhaps I was meant to give that advice to myself...

There was a whole lot of constant banging going on this morning. Fierce enough to feel the bed shake. I don't know what it was, but it lasted for 3 hours this morning, beginning at 7 am. I managed to drift in and out of light sleep, but finally just got up. I don't know if it's the remodeling next door or what. It was almost like hammering, but I couldn't define what it was, nor where it was coming from. Sometimes it sounded like the building next door, and sometimes it sounded like it was coming from my upstairs neighbor. This apartment makes me laugh... the whole building shakes when trucks hit the sinkhole in the street, and everything shakes. I realign the picture above the bedroom door every other day or so. I was laying in bed, thankful that D wasn't here; as I was beginning to get an idea of how repetitive noise/vibration effects her. And let's face it, when your blood pressure is boiling, it's not like you can fall back asleep. I finally got up and made coffee...

I am going to force myself to the market today for a few things. I made no plans to be out (other than dinner/show) due to the forecast blizzard. Traffic is flying by, and I don't need to wear boots; so I'm going to the store and then will come home and fix something light for lunch and continue making plans for the rest of the week.

Happy Monday to you all.

Love and Light!

Costume Imp

Get Your Monster Name

Bloody Brilliant!! Now all I want is someone, say the likes of Chaz Brenchley , to write a science fiction series about it... I can give you all the research you will ever need. Are YOU man enough?!

Chicks and Ducks and Geese better Scurry

(You get points if you came identify the above reference).

What a busy busy day I've had. The universe is maintaining ying/yang today; at least it is balanced.

Tax appointment completed, satisfactorily for me. I could most likely have squeaked a few more dollars out, but best to have a sound return filed. My tax situation changed drastically this year, as I had no schedule C to be filed. No 1099's to report, no untaxed income. I lost a lot of credits by not having my personal business running last year, but it's all for the good. I had to have a very serious conversation with George to convince him that it really WAS a business trip to Vegas to see Celine. I work in Major entertainment, attending (and paying for) Major entertainment IS a tax deduction for me. Call it research, call it keeping abreast of the latest information/technology or whatever you want. The whole reason of the trip was to see and hear Ms Dion, and to add yet another Cirque show to my rep. I think I actually had George convinced right off, but he insisted on picking it apart. Luckily I had had my coffee and was ready to justify my position.

After the tax appointment, I RACED home. All the morning coffee was seeking an outlet, and the line to the watercloset was too deep. I live 2 blocks away afterall.

Suddenly I find myself slicing and dicing, frying and sautéing, and repeatedly asking the girls nicely to stay out from under my feet. I had all the fixings for my pork/peppers lasagna, and didn't come to realize I was cooking until I was about 1/2 way through the project. I got everything layered into the pan and then wrapped it up and threw it in the fridge. I'll roast that baby when I get home from work tonight, and have delicious meals for the next few days.

I managed to JUST get the kitchen cleaned up before it was time to head off on my next errand. I'm seeking work, and one of the best things to do when you are seeking employment is to go to the union meetings. Usually a handful of supervisors are present at the monthly meetings and you can distribute numerous resumes at once. One stop shopping, if you will. Unfortunately, the Rain that had been holding off all day decided to cut loose about 1/2 hour before the start of the meeting, and there was only one supervisor present this afternoon. A bust, but good for me to attend a union meeting.

Unfortunately, I do not enjoy these meetings, for numerous reasons. I was an FFA officer for many years in high school, both on the local and regional level; as well as competing in local and regional contests in parliamentary procedure. It's safe to say that I have more education than the average bear when it comes to Proper/Official procedure. I spend more time wanting to stand and dictate Point of Order during these meetings that I do gaining any real information. It basically boils down to: they tell us what they have decided, there is nothing the membership can do about it. To which I beg to differ. Now before you all climb on your soapboxs and preach at me about effecting change: NO, I am not on any committees, and I do not attend meetings regularly. For the longest time I was working during said meetings. Do I care enough to sacrifice MY time to help improve our union by attending meetings or joining committees?

No. And I'll tell you why. I distrust them all, and simply attending meeting infuriates me. It's not about OUR union, it's about peoples personal agenda's and power plays. It's a no win situation. We have some real 'winners' in our local, both on our boards and in the membership.
I'm better off being infuriated alone than being on a committee and having to interact with the aforementioned people. Heaven only knows what would come out of my mouth, and almost has. It's best for my career if I stay away from them.

That being said, in the next 4 years, I'll be kissing my health insurance goodbye or paying for it all myself. Thanks Bush/Congress, and my local representatives. They keep drastically increasing our minimum earning requirements while lower our benefits. I could expound more on the health care situation, but I must gather myself and wits and head to work now.

All in all, a very productive and decent day.

I have to do a drive by and drop another resume off on the way to work tonight. An acquaintance/past coworker of mine is going to be prepping her latest broadway show soon. She needs to know I'm available...

Love and Light to you all!

I'm just saying...

I can't site the source as I don't know it, but this is definitely amusing:


You know who you are...

Part II

American Heritage Dictionary - pro·duc·tive adj.

1. Producing or capable of producing.
2. Producing abundantly; fertile.
   
3. Yielding favorable or useful results; constructive.

The desk is cleaned off, the filing cabinet is completely cleared for the new year, the desktop filers are clear. All during the Dreamgirls soundtrack (double cd).

Tax info is all prepared, computer work done, printed, and the appointment made for this Thursday, plus I synced the important calenders. All during The Carpenter's Greatest Hits.

Now Moulin Rouge is playing and I'm Purging.

Blessed Monday

Happy Presidents Day to you all. I hope most of you are enjoying a three day weekend; I am enjoying my usual day off.

For those of you following the blog closely, you will know it's been a rough week. What first week back from vacation isn't rough?! I made it through though, and even managed to get most of the typical chores done last night when I got home. I even got the laundry picked up and put away.

Today is a home office day. The one thing I haven't managed to get done since I got back is a thorough desk cleaning. Resumes and receipts are stacked everywhere (which means it's only a matter of time before Roo decides to organize and file them herself, which usually means they end of in the bathtub). Once I get the desk cleared, I'm going to muck it up again with the tax prep items. I realized last night that I'm a bit behind on tax prep. I usually have them Done/Filed by this point. I was waiting on a final W-2 which I received the day before I left on vacation. My appointment with George has yet to be scheduled. I really don't have all that much to do. Most of the pertinent information is already in the computer and in a box. The main focus is just getting Quicken to print out the end of year report. This could take 5 minutes or 4 hours. I'm on my second cup of coffee now, so hopefully it will be the former.

I'm feeling another house purge coming on. I desperately need another book shelf, as the books are once again being stacked on the floor, which adds to the sense of clutter. Clutter doesn't serve any purpose but to make my small apartment even smaller. I started throwing out clothes last night. Things that I no longer wear, taking up space. The paint rags were tossed and I have a bag for Salvation Army ready to go. It's merely the beginning; I know what this twitchy feeling means. I will be ruthless in purging things, and so perhaps I may get under the bed and lighten up that storage space as well.

All in all it looks as if it's going to be a busy day. I got a good nights sleep last night, and I'm up early, and feeling as though I am going to get many things accomplished today. A far cry from the lethargy I was experiencing last week.

The Amazing Race 11: All-Stars debuted on CBS last night. I finally have NEW TV to watch!!! An interesting concept this season, bringing back old contestants for another shot at the million dollar prize. Some of my favorite teams are back in the race, along with some teams that I didn't like the first time. A nice blend, we should be seeing plenty of tension and conflict. The starting line was in Miami, and the first pit stop was in Ecuador. They are off on an exciting journey. I have yet to pick my favorites to win, although Rob and Amber came in first place at the first pit stop. If you know me, you won't be surprised to hear me state that I hope they once again get their just desserts (and that is NOT the million dollar prize). Shady and underhanded playing should not be rewarded. They are the team to beat really though. Call me old fashioned, but so far, out of this group of competitors, I am routing for any of the underdogs.

The desk isn't getting any lighter or cleaner by itself. It's time to get busy (the coffee is beginning to seep into the required sections).

Love and Light!

BackFin Blue

The best crabcakes I've ever had, Ever!!!

FireFox 2

FireFox 2 ROCKS. For those of you still suffering with Internet Explorer, this is your savior.
I just downloaded the new version, and it totally kicks ass. Effortless and Seamless upgrade from my previous version, everything is still in the same place with NO funny 'reconfiguring' things to make them work the same way they used too...

One of the new functions I've been enjoying most is the automatic spell check. It works basically like Word, underlining any misspelling and with a simple right click, offers up the correct spelling. This is a dream when I'm posting comments or writing on the blog. Very very handy!!

FireFox 2 is also faster than the older version. Quicker to boot, and with improved tab functions that put IE 7 to SHAME.

FireFox also offers you the option to easily copy all your favorites or bookmarks from IE into FF.
Tired of freezing webpages and computer crashes? I can't tell you loud enough how much I Love Firefox.

Idle thoughts

Someone evidently needs another life lesson or something of the sort. My dander was been up ever since I came back from vacation. I returned to the show with a whole new way of looking at it. Unfortunately all that means is that I've validated my earlier conclusions. I made some comment about 'releasing all that doesn't serve' and so now I'm going to have to eat those words and follow my own advice. The days of Monkey Business are numbered.

How numbered? I went to Office Depot and laid in a new supply of printer ink, card stock, and resume paper. The resume is updated (all three different forms of it), and there are copies of each of them printed out for final editing, but they can be distributed as is.

I've also got the list of who's who and where, and have several red stars next to names. This Tuesday will be the launch date of the latest copy.

Who knows how long it will take to land something, but I've begun the project and it's official: I am looking for a new job.

Now it's back to dealing with the butterflys in my stomach... It's been very Comfortable having a 'government job'. They are hard to come by, having a hit show that is guaranteed to run for years. No hustling up work, not having to worry about paying rent in this city, not having to swing tracks I don't like to eat or buy the kitty litter, things like that... Things you don't worry about when you know what your paycheck is going be every week. I've grown soft and spoiled (and thoroughly enjoyed it) by not living the life of a freelancer. Unfortunately, my mind and soul demand something different, and I'm in agreement, even if I must go back to freelancing again for a while.

To quote Dreamgirls, "...and I'm tired. Effie, I'm tired of all the problems, you makin' up" You know who you are...

I'm almost to the point of getting out of show business again. I've had a 9 month period in my life where I wasn't working or booking theatre/entertainment gigs. 9 months in a lengthy 15 year career. My only 'break' was in 1996.

I'm 34 and supposed to be enjoying life, and doing the things I want to be doing. I remember when I used to enjoy going to work, and not have to shield and brace myself every day before I walk in the stage door.

It's funny, I've got everything in my career that I've ever wanted (and more), and I'm not happy; perhaps Satisfied is a better term. I've sacrificed my entire life to get to this level. Theatre/Entertainment was my passion and my hobby. The only challenges I face now are remaining passably pleasant around certain people I work with, a challenge I have not been succeeding at this past week.

So here's another one of Imps little life philosophies: "Do what you feel you must, and then bear the consequences."

Take that for what it's worth; heavens know it's gotten me into trouble before, and certainly will again, but it's something I firmly believe in. All actions have consequences, the tough part is being a man or woman and accepting the consequences.

My but I'm a bit maudlin tonight. And far too serious for this time of night (your morning). Time for a bit of Lucy, I can always count on my girl Lucy!!

Love and Light!

Brilliant

The following is an actual question given on a University of Washington chemistry mid-term. The answer by one student was so "profound" that the professor shared it w/ colleagues, via the Internet, which is, of course, why we now have the pleasure of enjoying it as well :

Bonus Question: Is Hell exothermic (gives off heat) or endothermic (absorbs heat)?

Most of the students wrote proofs of their beliefs using Boyle's Law (gas cools when it expands and heats when it is compressed) or some variant.

One student, however, wrote the following:

First, we need to know how the mass of Hell is changing in time. So we need to know the rate at which souls are moving into Hell and the rate at which they are leaving. I think that we can safely assume that once a soul gets to Hell, it will not leave. Therefore, no souls are leaving. As for how many souls are entering Hell, let's look at the different religions that exist in the world today. Most of these religions state that if you are not a member of their religion, you will go to Hell. Since there is more than one of these religions and since people do not belong to more than one religion, we can project that all souls go to Hell. With birth and death rates as they are, we can expect the number of souls in Hell to increase exponentially. Now, we look at the rate of change of the volume in Hell because Boyle's Law states that in order for the temperature and pressure in Hell to stay the same, the volume of Hell has to expand proportionately as souls are added.

This gives two possibilities:

1. If Hell is expanding at a slower rate than the rate at which souls enter Hell, then the temperature and pressure in Hell will increase until all Hell breaks loose.

2. If Hell is expanding at a rate faster than the increase of souls in Hell, then the temperature and pressure will drop until Hell freezes over.

So which is it?

If we accept the postulate given to me by Teresa during my Freshman year that, "It will be a cold day in Hell before I sleep with you," and take into account the fact that I slept with her last night, then number two must be true, and thus I am sure that Hell is exothermic and has already frozen over. The corollary of this theory is that since Hell has frozen over, it follows that it is not accepting any more souls and is therefore, extinct......leaving only Heaven, thereby proving the existence of a divine being which explains why, last night, Teresa kept shouting "Oh my God."

THIS STUDENT RECEIVED THE ONLY "A".

"Lido, My Lido"

I can't seem to force myself to write about the vacation, which was a lot of food and contemplation, but I CAN show you.

Lido, My Lido. One of my favorite quiet spots in America. Seriously!

Icky

It sure is Icky outside. I was yanked from sleep this morning by the sound of cellophane crinkling. Very annoying, I was convinced that there was a rodent in the bedroom, rustling plastic. Only to discover it was in fact Sleet, hitting the windows! At least I don't have critters. After pulling back the drapes and seeing what it looks like outside, I've decided I'm taking the subway to work this morning so I don't have to wade through ALL the mess.

I got an email this morning from one of my sisters. My high school theatre director/teacher/mentor/pain-in-the-ass (and I mean that so lovingly) passed away sometime this week. My sister saw the obituary. We had a lot of ups and downs together the last two years of my high school career, but I've since grown out of that, and I'm going to miss her terribly. Our theatrical community back home will not be the same without her.

Time to get cleaned up and ready for the round of today's pageants.

Yesterday was just as fun as I had anticipated, and even more so. My trainee arrived at work 45 minutes late. Which means there is a whole lot of pre-show set up and direction that he completely missed. And he's going to have to find someone to bring him up to speed on it. I can't wait that long to get started. I'm free of it today, as he returns tomorrow for his 2nd and final training exercise on my track.

In other news, there are 3 other tracks that he has yet to learn, and so it didn't HAVE to be ME he followed. (Granted, I could be missing something as yet unseen.) But I still feel like it was some sort of punishment for going on vacation. Added to the whole dressing stars in LA fiasco, it honestly makes me think that they are trying to irritate me intentionally. Perhaps, Perhaps not, but if nothing else, it's a valid feeling and emotion. Taking it for what it's worth. Not dwelling on it; just another nail in coffin as far as I'm concerned.

May 2007 be the year I land another show/hit/job/apartment/career/passion/partnership. Enough has happened in my life in the last 6 months that I'm not letting things of this nature get under my skin as deeply as they used to. I have bigger things to think and worry about, and refuse to waste a lot of time bemoaning things I have little-to-no control over. "Remove all that doesn't serve" And this show and management serves less and less every day.

That is not bitching. It is merely stating the simple fact. I didn't spend a few hours reworking my resume on Monday for nothing...

Love and Light to you all.

A Perfect Example

Yes, I was up early and I ran my errands, ALL of them, hemorrhaging money all over Manhattan (as I am prone to do). I had a lot to take care of, the drugstore, godiva, the card shop, Scott's apartment, and then a swing by the theatre to drop off a load and to thank AuntiE D for allowing the girls to take care of her for a week. I hope you get better soon D!!!

On my way into the theatre itself I discover my box has arrived from FL. I bought a very large, very heavy, book in Sarasota which I promptly shipped to the theatre with a few knickknacks and trinkets I picked up for my 'important' people at work. Good, now I don't look like I came back from holiday empty handed! I picked up some great Dali magnets from the museum that were in the box. So I got to hand those out while the rest of them were doing Daywork.

Then one of my bosses rounds the corner, seemingly so happy to see me (in all my tanned glory), and asks what I am doing here so early. To which I coyly smiled and replied "Oh, I decided I had best come in early and see if I could stand this joint or not; while I still had time to call out." "Oh no! We need you here... You are scheduled to train someone tonight."

(Insert tires Screeching to a halt here)

"Well, I sure as hell hope I remember how to train it; you couldn't give me One show back in the building ?" For that matter, he has to learn MY track tonight? You know, all the choice things flitting through my mind that I'm not allowed to say. But at that precise moment was when the headache moved forward about 3 inches... A perfect example of why we feel 'punished' for taking time off. It's also a perfect example of what I consider poor management. Of course, I'm being bitter and selfish. The first show back is always more festive; you have stories to tell, and little trinkets to pass out, and hugs and kisses to deliver. I'm usually happy to see people again (the very ones I couldn't wait to get away from). But management is going to rain on my parade and make me Think and Talk and Train Wicked tonight. No idle conversations backstage for me tonight, as training demands 150% of my time.

What's training? Let's review. Training is teaching someone my show or 'track' that I perform every day. All my presets, all my changes. It's basically a 4 hour running monologue with pauses for introductions & questions. Training is important, and demands even More attention than the 100% any typical show requires; Especially this one. It's fast and furious. The 'swing' or trainee only gets to watch me do One show. Then they come back and I watch them do the show. That's it. Show number 3 for the swing is solo. Which means spewing forth an incredible amount of vital information in a very limited time; for example, where you stand to avoid flying scenery or light ladders from landing on you, or when you can cross the deck and not be trampled by exiting chorus. Unfortunately my track is about cleanup, choreography, and timing. It is like a dance backstage, the carpenters can't set scenery until I clear chairs and clothes, and must dance around props and moving scenery while I do it. It's a lot to do every day, much less have to have the running diatribe of How and Why going while I do it.

Glamorous. Show business is so Glamorous!!!

So there is my rant. I did a lot of thinking about continuing my business relationship with this show while I was away, and today is just another nail in their coffin. I already know it's past time to get a new job, I'm developing Long run-itis. I just can't let go of this cash cow until I convince myself that I can either work more hours, or I find a new and less expensive apartment. But I am no longer allowing myself to feel trapped by it... Every penny I pinch out of them is one more minute in Italy...

Now it's off to print out my notes for tonight.

Love and Light!

Lazy

I felt Lazy yesterday. I got a lot of things accomplished, but none of them included anything outside of my apartment. Perhaps it was the chill in the air, or perhaps it was just simply laziness. I didn't want to leave the apartment, and so I didn't.

This gave me plenty of time to sit in front of the computer and take care of the various things that cropped up in the last week and 1/2; and to do the usual Monday chores. But the market or the post office? Forget about it. Not happening. Which leaves me with a relatively full errand schedule today, and here I am at the almost crack of dawn, getting ready to do things that need to be done. Some of these errands are even outside of the typical 15 block radius that I normally travel in. I'm feeling up for it though, and have been reminding myself not to sit in front of this computer all morning. Rain/sleet/snow has been forecast and I really Don't want to be out in that... it could scour what little Tan I have away.

So yesterday was a Lazy Monday after I got the house chores done. What did this specific Lazy Monday entail? A lot of email reading, confirmation of this weeks appointments, and several hour long episodes of Stargate Atlantis Season One on Dvd. I got dressed, stepped outside and changed my mind. Back inside and turned on the TV. The girls were thrilled.

One of the goals of the vacation was to phone the various female members of my family. Life has been so crazy since the fall, I haven't had much chance (nor patience) to gab. Evidently, my sisters are busy too, as I left messages for all of them. I did get to speak to my dear mother though, for almost an hour, while I was wading through the gulf of Mexico surf...

Well, the coffee is cold and I need to get bundled up and start the tearing around. Today I go back to work. Holiday is at an end, back to the grindstone.

Next holiday is in Italy in the fall. Standby for details, rants, raves, and monkey business.

Love and Light!

Home again

Imp arrived back in NYC yesterday, after a very 'interesting' day of travel. I almost felt like I was doing film work again, it was a lot of 'hurry up and wait.' I made it home, and so did my luggage, so it's all good.

I'm in the midst of sorting through piles of mail, and the 57 emails I had in my inbox. For some unknown reason I was unable to access my email while I was away; not that I tried very hard, nor that I spent any significant time trying.

It was great to walk into a very warm apartment, and the girls were mildly affectionate; meaning they briefly acknowledged my presence before turning their backs to me. Auntie was here spoiling them Rotten while I was away, and even this morning Bast isn't having any of me. It seems Auntie was treating them to hot water bottles covered in lambs wool... and apparently Bast has grown accustomed and thinks this is now part of her decadent lifestyle. Unfortunately, Daddy doesn't own a hot water bottle and she is pretty much withholding her 'affection' until one is delivered.

I'm a bit unsettled, as it appears my kittens have switched souls while I was away. Bast is now gobbling her food (and she was always the light and dainty diner) while Roo is pointedly ignoring the food dishes (at least in my immediate presence). I'll take it though, Roo has been very sedate since my return, and hasn't even looked at an electrical cord. I'm confused (and the girls are enjoying keeping me unbalanced as to their behavior patterns).

I've started the tales of travel post, and will return to it once I get some errands done. I have today to get back into the swing of things before I set foot in the theatre and start all over again tomorrow. It's been absolute BLISS not working the last 10 days.

Roo kept a journal while I was away, and it's positively hilarious.

The kittens aren't the only ones being spoiled either. I got home to find Roo sitting on a note from Auntie and her Journal. The note told me to look in the fridge, and to my delight there was a huge casserole dish full of beef tips, carrots, celery, and noodles. So dinner was just a warm up away!!! AND it was delicious.

Thanks D for taking care of the girls and the house while I was away. You are a lifesaver, and the girls miss you, and your hot water bottle.

I'm off to get a few errands done, so I can come back home and find something ELSE to do other than finalizing the 2006 tax reports in preparation of my appointment with my tax man.

More interesting things to follow...

Love and Light!

Holiday

I'm officially on holiday, even though I'm staring down ice and snow in NYC and severe thunderstorms in FL. I obviously didn't consult the right calendar when I planned this trip. Tomorrow is also Groundhogs Day and the Full moon. Good planning, right?!

I'm departing (hopefully) tomorrow morning. I'll have pics and stories to post upon my return, mid -February.

I'm being Taunted, and I think Imp really must finally do this side trip...

Catch you in a few weeks...
Love and Light!