I have been in dress rehearsals all week and therefore my life is lacking in juicy bits for the blog. Or, it ought to be.
Actually it’s been a little bit of a stupid week.
They are putting a new roof on the opera’ s office building. Blue sky has been sighted thru the costume shop ceiling. I have been eying this with some trepidation and thinking: Please don’t let it rain or get any colder. This morning the tables and sewing machines were covered in dust that fell thru the holes in the roof. The stitchers have been sneezing all day. Now I am thinking: Please don’t let there be tar on the machines today. I think there’s been some improvement though, I can’t see thru the roof anymore. Dare I hope that this means they’re finished?
The wardrobe master at the opera was out sick for the first dress rehearsal. That put me, as the de facto responsible adult costume staff member, backstage supervising where every minute I was reminded why I work in the costume shop and not backstage. The opera in question has more wardrobe changes than Paris Hilton and I can tell you that hyperventilation and panic will see you thru anything.
My house is soooo cold- I had to give in and turn my thermostat up. The actual outside temperature is not as cold as it was a month ago but my apartment is colder because it’s windy. Even my Uggs are not keeping my feet warm and I am wearing a fleece hoodie and wool scarf inside. If I could type in mittens, I’d have those on too.
My microwave died. Not a “why isn’t anything happening when I turn it on” kinda death either. No, it was a spectacular zap from the cosmos- flashing lights, loud noises, and mind altering vibrations I could feel from across the room. I think it’s posessed and I’m afraid to use it.
I cancelled most of my credit cards. I cancelled them because in spite of my excellent credit, the very low prime rate, and the enormous bailout these companies are getting from my future taxes, they want to raise my interest rate to a level I don’t find acceptable.
Of course, that means I can’t just trot over to my big box store and pick up a new microwave. I have to plug it into my economic recovery plan (aka- The Budget) which means I might be able to get a new one, oh say…. .2012. After I buy the new mattress which it is becoming obvious I need. What’s that? Something’s poking me…. oh, feels like a spring… seems awfully close to the surface…. wait… it is at the surface… drat.
Turns out my son has a microwave he doesn’t need -In the technogeek hive he lives in I think they have the capacity to zap an incoming Martian fleet. There’s no way they need his little unit to heat up a frozen dinner. So, while I’m waiting for him to clean up his room well enough to find the thing and get it to me, I am back to the stone age making a little extra time to prepare my meals by simpler means. Just how !@#$%^ long does it take to boil water anyway?
I’ve solved the mattress problem for the time being by turning it over so it should take a while before the spring breaks thru that side, right?