The Quasimodo Point

Well, Happy Valley is over the hump, and it's all downhill from here. It couldn't actually get much more downhill than Friday night, when we discovered (in the middle of the first light cue) that the power outage at the theater had messed with the dimmer packs, and that the computer in the light board couldn't actually talk to the lighting instruments. We were able to fix it at intermission, but it was the worst first half of a show that I have ever called. My fabulous sound board op, Colleen Sommerville, covered her own cues beautifully while I was in panic mode. She had her own issues during last night's performance, but those were smaller oops-es that are expected to happen sometime during the run of a show. Live and learn--it just means that I have a new step in my pre-show checklist. Fortunately, the critics had all come opening weekend!

We had a cast and crew party at the house last evening, and once again I forgot to put out the guest book. My next chance will be at Adam's Birthday Masquerade on October 22, so somebody please remind me.

No time at home tonight, because I'm volunteering at the Ivey Awards. They are sponsored by Ameriprise, and I'll be working at the ticket desk. Then I get to see the show for free. Yay! This is the first time anyone has put together local theatre awards for the Twin Cities, so I hope that it goes well. Don't worry--Adam has a new Xbox game, and won't miss me at all! :)

Love in the time of goose-eggs

We've been having a wonderfully productive Labor Day weekend. Saturday morning we bicycled to breakfast with Sara, then I had rehearsal and Adam and our friend Smee started building a stand for Smee's new aquarium. Saturday evening, I put books on our new bookcases, and then there was a huge storm and our power went out for most of the night. That put an end to the construction project, and then Adam fell asleep on the couch before I could find a project that we could do with no power. On Sunday, we hit Menards and Home Depot for a new drill and more construction supplies. Then I shoved books around some more while Adam and Smee finished building Smee's stand. (Right now, they're out building the stands for Adam's aquariums.) I joined them in the garage to witness the new drill in action (ooooh) and to help cut some plywood. Once they finished with the stand, we took some time to clean and organize the garage. Which led to not only today's title, but also moved one of our intended improvements to the top of the list. Right now, the attic of the garage is accessible by a ladder that you pull down from a hole in the ceiling, and then climb up. The ladder itself is not secured to anything at all. On our project list, we have down, "Replace garage ladder with permanent folding stairs." After we dropped the existing ladder on my head, we decided that was a more important project than we had previously thought. Ow. The swelling has gone down now, but there was quite the lump for a while. We're both just thankful that it wasn't worse--just a lump, no bleeding or concussion. Poor Adam felt so terrible! He finished in the garage while I took lots of Tylenol, and then we decided that we couldn't face cooking and went out to eat. Which just goes to show that nothing can kill my appetite. Speaking of which, isn't it dinner time?