The Sun Will Come Out Tomorrow...

Annie is over. Right now I am so exhausted I can barely think. But it was such an amazing production. Just absolutely amazing. And it was funny how people from every part of my life ended up showing up in the audience. Every night I'd find out that someone I know was in the audience.

One night it was someone from my acting class. Another time it was someone from my volunteer job. People from church, people from Farmington, just people from all over... it was incredible. I'd come out and people would be waving at me!

And one of the kids at church has one of the cast as a teacher! Its just funny what connections there are... in the oddest ways...

Already I can't wait for next year! Even though we don't know what we are doing yet... (although its not going to have lots of kids, and will definitely not have dogs!).

So I felt like I was on the auction block last night...

At the after-show party, my friend Robert was grilling this guy (the only single guy at the party) and trying to sell me. It was like 'ummmm, ok, but really, no thanks'.

Here's Catherine, she's single, she's been on a dig, she works at the Library, you really should go to the Library where she works [ummm, no thank you. I have enough problems with people in Farmington knowing my business and getting overly involved], she's nice, she owns her own house...

BLEAH.

The problem is, I don't mind people fixing me up with people that they already know, and that they think would be a good match for me. But please, please, by all that is holy, don't just glom onto a guy for me because he is single. That way lies madness. Introduce me to someone nice that I have stuff in common with.

At this point in my life, yes, I am picky, thank you. I've had so many failed relationships that I know what doesn't work for me. I want someone who has their own place, their own life. I want someone who has passion for what they do. I want intelligence, and yes, I'd like someone cute. I wouldn't mind a bit of a neat freak, since I have a tendency to pile things up... layers, piles, dissarray.

And just FYI, Robert, of course, is gay. Its a given. They are all married or gay. If any single guys are reading this, here's a hint to meet girls. Get into community theater.

And my interests? Word games, ceramics, the arts, history, travel (at least have an interest in other countries), books, jigsaw puzzles, good movies, theater, music, musical theater....

In which I am an atrocious blogger

(Apologies to Deanna, for borrowing her method of titling posts...its one of those gray, quiet mornings..and it just feels right)

I'm sitting here, in a slightly messy house (understatement of the century), needing to get umpteen kajillion things done before tech week starts on Sunday (my birthday!). I need to buy clothes, take down Halloween decorations, make Christmas cards, pay bills, clean, figure out what I am eating in the coming week... clean.. go deal with some props, organise, do laundry...

Am I doing this? No. But at least I'm catching up on one thing, my blogging. Yes, I have been a bit slack-assed here. I know its good to do things outside the house, to get out and be constructive... as my house falls down around my ears.

I still need to finish putting up curtain rods, that I bought in the spring (eeeek), but the other problem? My knee is feeling sore. I'm almost tempted to chuck the volume of things I have to do, and just have a day of lolling on the couch with my knee elevated. I'm going to be busy enough next week! Rehearsals every night..(which reminds me, I need to get my ceramics stuff out of the car). I also need to buy an iron to iron costumes...(this shows what actually motivates me...I don't buy an iron to iron my clothes, I buy an iron to iron costumes for Theater Guild!)

I just really, really, really wanted to do some stuff today. Go to Ikea and get a few things, clean up the joint, find music by female composers and figure out what kind of piece I want to do... but at least I have blogged. So now the whole Internet knows that even though I am a light shining down from Heaven, I'm not Martha... heck, even Nigella is tidier than I am.

Oh well, at least I'm, overall, happy. I love my life, as messy as it gets. And I hope all of you are happy with your lives.

Why I am proud to be an American.

We elected for change, for fresh blood. We proved the system works! I am patriotic, don't say I am not, just because I feel that America can learn things from other countries. I welled up when returning to the USA this summer, and saw the Statue of Liberty, lit up at 5 am in New York Harbour.

I am proud to have voted, I am proud that we elected for change, and am proud to be part of the democratic process. Even though there were times when I felt as if it would never end, and times when people got their feelings hurt, and much anger and backbiting was thrown around, its over. I do still feel like the system does need some tweaking, but in the end, it can work.

Let us all unite and move forward under our new President.