My last posting was three weeks ago. Since then, I have cut all the parts for the rolling double-sided pieces, finished the tree, taped the stage to indicate where things probably will be, taken the sound equipment (including the new mixer!) back over to the church sanctuary and battled burnt out amplifiers for many hours, had two Saturday work days, pretty much finished the sets, and oh yeah, cooked and cleaned and scooped litter all de liblong day.
I have decided that somewhere along the line, somebody set up a computer program to design a theatre that features optimum inefficiency and difficulty. I know that I am at a loss to imagine a more inconvenient situation. Switch over to "The Business Of Show" and read all about it!
Tuesday, April 26, 2011
Tuesday, April 5, 2011
Cat Toys
Today was a perfect lesson in cat toys. Our friend Ann gave us a cute little plastic fabric arch with a ball on a string hanging down on the inside. She gave it to us because - wait for it - her cats weren't interested in it. We figured, hey, Lucia will play with anything. We put it down on the floor, and Lucia immediately went for the swinging ball. She broke the string and ran it around the house until she passed a plastic pull-plug from a milk carton. Ball forgotten; milk plug all over the house. Professor Remus J. Lupin walked over to the arch and began giving it a good long liesurely but thorough sniffing. Carmen wondered aloud if, when he smelled Ann's cats on there he got an image in his mind's eye of what they look like. We'll never know. So the arch thing is abandoned and the really fun stuff like bottle lids keep flying. Gotta love cats.
Saturday, April 2, 2011
Paralysis
Here I sit. The tree in the basement is mostly done. It needs to be coated with glue and then painted, and yet here I sit. I have a list of things to buy for the rolling double sided pieces, and I can't begin building them until I purchase materials - and yet here I sit. The current MCT show has one more weekend to run before that set will be disassembled, beginning the panic-ridden transformation of the stage into sets for The Secret Garden during three Saturdays. The tree and the rolling units need to get done ASAP - and yet here I sit. I think about going down there to work, and something freezes up inside me. I don't understand why that is or, more pertinently, why I can't seem to break through and just get 'er done. What's wrong with me?
Monday, March 21, 2011
Meeting
At 10:30 this morning I met with Sharon Barnes, the director of The Secret Garden, to discuss the preliminary scenery plan. It was a good meeting, a few changes were made, and all for the better. You have to put something on paper as a starting point for making changes toward the final product. I learned that decades ago in the commercial art biz.
Her concerns were met - such as the bedroom being too small to fit the number of actors that are in certain bedroom scenes. My rolling double sided pieces were good, but we modified them to make them even better, hinging together clusters of them to make them easier to place and better looking. She liked the tree I described, and it is partially fabricated in my basement already. And we agreed that, given our space limitations, the gallery, the ballroom, the study and the library are all the same treatment.
So here we go. She will get information about my budget and the fabrication can begin in earnest.
Her concerns were met - such as the bedroom being too small to fit the number of actors that are in certain bedroom scenes. My rolling double sided pieces were good, but we modified them to make them even better, hinging together clusters of them to make them easier to place and better looking. She liked the tree I described, and it is partially fabricated in my basement already. And we agreed that, given our space limitations, the gallery, the ballroom, the study and the library are all the same treatment.
So here we go. She will get information about my budget and the fabrication can begin in earnest.
Friday, March 18, 2011
Baggage Handled
Yesterday morning I sent the director an email asking her to let me know if she got my email and was able to open the Word document with pictures inserted. If she hated it, I told her, that's okay, we can work it out.
Yesterday evening the reply was in. Her husband had been home sick, throwing off her whole routine. She loved my designs but there are minor modifications to be made, and we're meeting as soon as we can manage it to hash out the details. So there, Dad!
Yesterday evening the reply was in. Her husband had been home sick, throwing off her whole routine. She loved my designs but there are minor modifications to be made, and we're meeting as soon as we can manage it to hash out the details. So there, Dad!
Tuesday, March 15, 2011
Baggage
Last evening I went to my final Wildlife Rescue First Responder class, received my cute little diploma. Then I walked on up Main Street (up meaning up the steep hill) and prepared myself to hand over my drawings and descriptions of ideas for the sets to Sharon, the director of The Secret Garden. Unfortunately, she wasn't there. So this morning, before launch sequence began at 10:45, I scanned the drawings, inserted them into the Word document of descriptions, and emailed the whole package to her. Thirteen hours later, I have had no response.
I have vivid memories of my dad making up amazingly detailed stories about why he hadn't heard from someone. He dredges up a memory of something he thinks he might have said to offend them, or not said that he should have, or did or didn't do, and he believes in his heart that one of these scenarios must be true all the way up until he finally does hear from them, and it turns out that they were out of town, or caring for a sick relative, or just really busy in some way that made getting in touch impossible.
Well, my drawings were crap, my ideas were stupid, she's embarrassed to have to tell me how much she hates the work I have done, and that she's changed her mind about wanting me to design her sets. I don't blame her.
Thanks, Dad.
I have vivid memories of my dad making up amazingly detailed stories about why he hadn't heard from someone. He dredges up a memory of something he thinks he might have said to offend them, or not said that he should have, or did or didn't do, and he believes in his heart that one of these scenarios must be true all the way up until he finally does hear from them, and it turns out that they were out of town, or caring for a sick relative, or just really busy in some way that made getting in touch impossible.
Well, my drawings were crap, my ideas were stupid, she's embarrassed to have to tell me how much she hates the work I have done, and that she's changed her mind about wanting me to design her sets. I don't blame her.
Thanks, Dad.
Wednesday, March 9, 2011
Free At Last!
We took Lucia to the vet yesterday morning to get her stitches out and, most importantly, her cone removed. It took her a little while to become accustomed to it once she came home and got over the trauma of yet another vet visit. Soon, however, she and Remus J. Lupin were charging through the house just like days of old. Up the steps to the big long attic room, back and forth around the upstairs, down the stairs, through the living room, dining room, bedroom, back up the stairs and around again. It was good to hear the pitter patter of little feet again!
Thursday, March 3, 2011
Life In The Way
I have about twenty five minutes to post this before launch sequence begins to get me showered, dressed and out the door for the twenty-five minute walk to Sherwin Williams. It's hard to remember either direction from here: there was a time when I worked fifty to seventy hours a week and had no time at all to call my own; more recently there was a time when I worked zero hours and had nothing but time and guilt to drive my blogging efforts.
This is a twenty hour week, five hours a day, noon to five Tuesday through Friday. This schedule serves to maximize my effectiveness as delivery boy. They normally wait until later in the day to send stuff out, because orders come in later in the day, and things can be delivered all in one trip. Of course, it's not always very efficient. Yesterday the late-in-the-day order was for a client in Cochranton, which I included in my trip to Saegertown - which means I drove within two blocks of the store on the way between Saegertown and Cochranton.
But I'm here to talk about my day off - Monday, February 28th, 2011. My first duty was to get Carmen off to the Pittsburgh airport, which I did. She left around nine thirty. Then I changed out the three litter boxes and got the trash out to the curb. Then the big time pressure was to get to the church before the office administrator left for the day, so I could grab Carmen's check to deposit in the bank. I took along the technology to hang speakers in The Arthur Room, the temporary home of Sunday services during the lead abatement project in the 175 year old sanctuary.
All of those tasks done, I walked to the Downtown Mall to get my way-overdue haircut, and some last minute groceries before walking home again. I had less than an hour to put stuff away and eat lunch/supper before launch sequence began for the evening's activities.
I walked to Carnegie Hall - not in New York, but at Allegheny College Meadville - for my wildlife rehabilitator First Responders class 6:30 until 8:30. After that I climbed on up the steep hill to the Oddfellows Hall, home of the Meadville Community Theatre, for a meeting with the director of The Secret Garden, which opens in May. This was when it became clear to me that I had been drafted as set designer for that multiple set show. Sneaky, those theatre people.
Remember that long dry spell in my blogs when I was building the sets for Irving Berlin's White Christmas in Albuquerque? Well, here comes another one.
This is a twenty hour week, five hours a day, noon to five Tuesday through Friday. This schedule serves to maximize my effectiveness as delivery boy. They normally wait until later in the day to send stuff out, because orders come in later in the day, and things can be delivered all in one trip. Of course, it's not always very efficient. Yesterday the late-in-the-day order was for a client in Cochranton, which I included in my trip to Saegertown - which means I drove within two blocks of the store on the way between Saegertown and Cochranton.
But I'm here to talk about my day off - Monday, February 28th, 2011. My first duty was to get Carmen off to the Pittsburgh airport, which I did. She left around nine thirty. Then I changed out the three litter boxes and got the trash out to the curb. Then the big time pressure was to get to the church before the office administrator left for the day, so I could grab Carmen's check to deposit in the bank. I took along the technology to hang speakers in The Arthur Room, the temporary home of Sunday services during the lead abatement project in the 175 year old sanctuary.
All of those tasks done, I walked to the Downtown Mall to get my way-overdue haircut, and some last minute groceries before walking home again. I had less than an hour to put stuff away and eat lunch/supper before launch sequence began for the evening's activities.
I walked to Carnegie Hall - not in New York, but at Allegheny College Meadville - for my wildlife rehabilitator First Responders class 6:30 until 8:30. After that I climbed on up the steep hill to the Oddfellows Hall, home of the Meadville Community Theatre, for a meeting with the director of The Secret Garden, which opens in May. This was when it became clear to me that I had been drafted as set designer for that multiple set show. Sneaky, those theatre people.
Remember that long dry spell in my blogs when I was building the sets for Irving Berlin's White Christmas in Albuquerque? Well, here comes another one.
Thursday, February 24, 2011
Worms Revisited
The plumbers are in the basement at this time. The water is shut off at the street, and there is a big hole in the sidewalk.
This just in...the plumbing job is finished, the water is back on, the inspection of the work is done, the shower is calling my name. Launch sequence begins!
This just in...the plumbing job is finished, the water is back on, the inspection of the work is done, the shower is calling my name. Launch sequence begins!
Conehead
Our little girl came home yesterday morning, as scheduled. Her little stitched-up incision is curled in like a little inny belly button. They put a cone on her head to keep her from worrying the sutures and to slow her little frantic self down some.
She can lick her sutures if she works at it long enough, and she can still jump straight up on the stove, so I believe that the entire effect of the cone is to make her uncomfortable. It's doing a fine job of that.
She can lick her sutures if she works at it long enough, and she can still jump straight up on the stove, so I believe that the entire effect of the cone is to make her uncomfortable. It's doing a fine job of that.
Tuesday, February 22, 2011
Surgery
Our little kitten is growing up. She went into heat a week ago - was it from the Sam Cooke valentine? - and this morning we took her to the vet to be spayed. It was hard to watch her being taken into the bowels of the animal hospital by a perfect stranger. They'll call later when she wakes up to tell us she's doing fine, and to make an appointment to pick her up tomorrow morning. I hope she forgives us.
I also hope Professor Remus J. Lupin will still love her like he did before. Will she smell different? On the bright side, he'll be happier if she never goes into heat again. She tried all of her womanly wiles on him, and he was totally clueless. She persued him until he had to hide in the basement sometimes to get a break from her. He was fixed seven and a half years ago and has never felt the urge.
Meanwhile, the house seems very empty without her boundless energy. I can actually work in the kitchen without having to put her back on the floor every ten seconds and then wash my hands again. Otherwise, she would be running around, swatting every potential cat toy - meaning every thing - in the house, including The Perfesser. He has been looking for her around corners, expecting her to pounce as usual. I think he misses her. Me too.
I also hope Professor Remus J. Lupin will still love her like he did before. Will she smell different? On the bright side, he'll be happier if she never goes into heat again. She tried all of her womanly wiles on him, and he was totally clueless. She persued him until he had to hide in the basement sometimes to get a break from her. He was fixed seven and a half years ago and has never felt the urge.
Meanwhile, the house seems very empty without her boundless energy. I can actually work in the kitchen without having to put her back on the floor every ten seconds and then wash my hands again. Otherwise, she would be running around, swatting every potential cat toy - meaning every thing - in the house, including The Perfesser. He has been looking for her around corners, expecting her to pounce as usual. I think he misses her. Me too.
Sunday, February 20, 2011
Worms
About a month ago, MAWA came to the house. Meadville Area Water Authority wanted to install a new meter in our basement that can be read from outside, eliminating the occasional necessity of being allowed in for readings. Carmen was kind of hinky about it, but let them in anyway. They installed their meter and left.
A couple of weeks later, we got a letter from MAWA in the mail. Our plumbing, it seems, is not up to snuff. They require a backflow preventer, and a shut-off before and after the meter. So I looked at the installation and ascertained that I needed a backflow preventer and a shut-off after the meter, and that it was all threaded connections I could deal with myself. So I went to The Home Depot and bought my parts, then commenced to attempt installation.
W e e e e l l l l - the valve before the meter would not shut off the water, only cut the flow in half, and to replace that would get into soldering and sweating and stuff I have no clue how to do. So I began the long process of coaxing our plumbers, who did the work on the upstairs bathroom (and still have not billed us for it) to come do the job of replacing and installing the valves. They finally returned my calls on Wednesday and showed up Thursday. They looked at the situation and ascertained that the water needed to be turned off at the street to replace the faulty valve, and while we were at it, the copper pipe leading from the basement floor entrance to the faulty valve is corroded and needs to be replaced as well. We went out to the curb and searched in vain for the shut-off valve out there.
I called MAWA and they vowed to send out a representative to shut off the water the next morning. Lo and behold, he was there bright and early. It took him about fifteen minutes to find the spot with his handy dandy metal detector. The plumbers arrived just as the MAWA guy had ascertained that the access to the valve is bent and broken and needs to be replaced before the water can be shut off. He marked the location clearly with two colors of spray paint, and vowed that it would be replaced in three days, which I took to mean Wednesday, since it was Friday at the time. The plumbers will do their work while this magic is being done, they say.
I am waiting with great anticipation to see what additional worms crawl out of this can that opened when Carmen allowed the meter replacement. It's a beautiful new meter, though.
A couple of weeks later, we got a letter from MAWA in the mail. Our plumbing, it seems, is not up to snuff. They require a backflow preventer, and a shut-off before and after the meter. So I looked at the installation and ascertained that I needed a backflow preventer and a shut-off after the meter, and that it was all threaded connections I could deal with myself. So I went to The Home Depot and bought my parts, then commenced to attempt installation.
W e e e e l l l l - the valve before the meter would not shut off the water, only cut the flow in half, and to replace that would get into soldering and sweating and stuff I have no clue how to do. So I began the long process of coaxing our plumbers, who did the work on the upstairs bathroom (and still have not billed us for it) to come do the job of replacing and installing the valves. They finally returned my calls on Wednesday and showed up Thursday. They looked at the situation and ascertained that the water needed to be turned off at the street to replace the faulty valve, and while we were at it, the copper pipe leading from the basement floor entrance to the faulty valve is corroded and needs to be replaced as well. We went out to the curb and searched in vain for the shut-off valve out there.
I called MAWA and they vowed to send out a representative to shut off the water the next morning. Lo and behold, he was there bright and early. It took him about fifteen minutes to find the spot with his handy dandy metal detector. The plumbers arrived just as the MAWA guy had ascertained that the access to the valve is bent and broken and needs to be replaced before the water can be shut off. He marked the location clearly with two colors of spray paint, and vowed that it would be replaced in three days, which I took to mean Wednesday, since it was Friday at the time. The plumbers will do their work while this magic is being done, they say.
I am waiting with great anticipation to see what additional worms crawl out of this can that opened when Carmen allowed the meter replacement. It's a beautiful new meter, though.
Monday, February 14, 2011
Thaw
It's forty degrees here in Meadville, Pennsylvania. It has been above freezing for a day and a half, and the world outside is melting. Of course, there is still over a foot of snow out there, so the melting will take a good while - unless it rains like it did over new years weekend. But the driveway and sidewalk are clear of snow and ice. The furnace is taking a well-deserved break after the minus fifteens of January, and the basement is returning to the wetness of spring, summer and fall. It's always something.
It's Valentine's Day. I found a beautiful card that plays "You Send Me" by Sam Cooke, one of Carmen's top 1,000 favorite songs (I know because I recently loaded it onto her new MP3 player.) The surprise was that our little girl Lucia (Little LuLu Two Claws) was fascinated by it. She ran back and forth over it, under it and through it, trying to find whatever was making that strange sound coming from the card. Left alone, she would have dug into the secret chamber and pulled the chip out - I know because she tried. The card had to be put out of her reach, like so many other "cat toys."
It's my day off this week as well. That means that after Friday, Saturday and Sunday being pretty much church-related busy-ness, and Saturday evening digging out of a six inch snowfall, I can do my laundry and clean the house today. Woo hoo! Look out, kitties, here comes the Kirby vacuum!
It's Valentine's Day. I found a beautiful card that plays "You Send Me" by Sam Cooke, one of Carmen's top 1,000 favorite songs (I know because I recently loaded it onto her new MP3 player.) The surprise was that our little girl Lucia (Little LuLu Two Claws) was fascinated by it. She ran back and forth over it, under it and through it, trying to find whatever was making that strange sound coming from the card. Left alone, she would have dug into the secret chamber and pulled the chip out - I know because she tried. The card had to be put out of her reach, like so many other "cat toys."
It's my day off this week as well. That means that after Friday, Saturday and Sunday being pretty much church-related busy-ness, and Saturday evening digging out of a six inch snowfall, I can do my laundry and clean the house today. Woo hoo! Look out, kitties, here comes the Kirby vacuum!
Saturday, January 29, 2011
Discoveries
I grind coffee beans with a manual grinder. I hate the blade grinder because it grinds a quarter of the beans to dust and completely misses a lot of beans, no matter what I try. Dust is no good, because we use a percolator. We bought a "burr grinder" but the motor burned up in a month. I asked for the manual job, because I know the motor won't burn up. SO! When I load the hopper, I sometimes drop a bean or two. This morning, Lucia ran over to it, ready to soccer dribble it all over the house, but first she sniffed it. She must not have liked the smell, because she began pawing the floor to drag imaginary dirt over the tiny little turd I dropped.
Next on the list of new discoveries is the mouse cursor arrow/hand on my computer screen. Lucia will hang out, as long as I'll let her, in front of my monitor, chasing that little sucker around the screen. Sometimes she scores a direct hit, lifts her paw and it's not there! What the heck?!
Under discoveries yet to come, I must assume that our little girl, who is now over twice as big as she was when she came, is going to learn a hard lesson about jumping up onto our glass cooktop. One of these days it's not going to be as cool as it has been every time she has jumped up there so far.
And speaking of heat, she has finally learned that Carmen's side of the bed has the electric blanket turned on. Now that was the best discovery of all.
Next on the list of new discoveries is the mouse cursor arrow/hand on my computer screen. Lucia will hang out, as long as I'll let her, in front of my monitor, chasing that little sucker around the screen. Sometimes she scores a direct hit, lifts her paw and it's not there! What the heck?!
Under discoveries yet to come, I must assume that our little girl, who is now over twice as big as she was when she came, is going to learn a hard lesson about jumping up onto our glass cooktop. One of these days it's not going to be as cool as it has been every time she has jumped up there so far.
And speaking of heat, she has finally learned that Carmen's side of the bed has the electric blanket turned on. Now that was the best discovery of all.
Monday, January 17, 2011
A Corollary
We went to a dinner and celebration of the legacy of Dr. Martin Luther King this evening. The featured speaker was a third grade teacher at Meadville Elementary. Her main point was that, as far as we've come, the work is not finished - and no matter how much farther we go, our work will never be finished. Humans being humans, there will always be forces intent on taking away the rights of others. She likened it to the Meadville snow: "Our sidewalks will never be so clear that we can ever stop shoveling." Amen.
White Blues
The sun came out this morning and has been shining pretty much all day. Of course, it snowed all day yesterday and most of the night, so there was still shoveling to be done. When it actually stops snowing for any length of time, I like to get out there and scrape down to bare concrete. Then I can actually see bare concrete for minutes, even possibly hours at a time before it starts snowing again. It's very disheartening to snowblow and shovel for an hour, only to find that it's all covered again before I even get the tools put away.
The warm rainy weather we had over New Years weekend melted all but the deepest heaps and plow ridges, leaving the world suddenly green. There was great rejoicing for a day - before the snow started again and everything was six inches deep in white by Tuesday.
When I look out the window and see flakes falling, I see more shoveling, more flakes in the face while walking to work, and basically being unpleasant outdoors. People tell me it will stop doing this eventually. Yay.
The warm rainy weather we had over New Years weekend melted all but the deepest heaps and plow ridges, leaving the world suddenly green. There was great rejoicing for a day - before the snow started again and everything was six inches deep in white by Tuesday.
When I look out the window and see flakes falling, I see more shoveling, more flakes in the face while walking to work, and basically being unpleasant outdoors. People tell me it will stop doing this eventually. Yay.
Wednesday, January 12, 2011
Another Year Older And Deeper In Debt
Got up extra early today, not because I wanted my birthday to last longer, but because it had been snowing all night and I knew I needed to snowblow and shovel in addition to getting myself out the door for work and getting Carmen out the door for work. This week I have been starting at 11:00 instead of 12:00, which means starting my launch sequence at 9:45 instead of 10:45. After tomorrow I'm off Friday, Saturday, Sunday and Monday!
Friday is Soup Kitchen at 10:00 am until 12:30 or so. Saturday is working on the set at the Community Theatre. Sunday is church. Monday? Don't know yet. But I'm pretty sure I'll be at least shoveling snow on several of those days. Probably busting out the snowblower once or twice as well. If I'm going to be deeper in debt, I'm glad it's a snowblower I bought.
Cats are still the same. Shovel the food in, shovel the litter out. The great circle of life.
A lot of my time these days is spent shoveling.
Friday is Soup Kitchen at 10:00 am until 12:30 or so. Saturday is working on the set at the Community Theatre. Sunday is church. Monday? Don't know yet. But I'm pretty sure I'll be at least shoveling snow on several of those days. Probably busting out the snowblower once or twice as well. If I'm going to be deeper in debt, I'm glad it's a snowblower I bought.
Cats are still the same. Shovel the food in, shovel the litter out. The great circle of life.
A lot of my time these days is spent shoveling.
Wednesday, January 5, 2011
You Can Get Anything You Want...
As I approached my local Sherwin Williams store yesterday, I noticed a Meadville's Finest Police car in the parking lot. Buying paint? Maybe. Then the officer came out the door and walked around to the side of the building. Hmmm.
I went inside, not stamping snow off my shoes for the first time ever in that store, and asked "Did we have a break-in or something?" W - e - e - l - l - l . . . It turned out that someone had come in the night with fourteen bags of garbage and dumped it - not IN the dumpster, which might have gone unnoticed, but in FRONT of the dumpster, which couldn't possibly go unnoticed.
I already had the guitar licks of "The Alice's Restaurant Massacree, In Four Part Harmony And Full Orchestration" going through my head, when Officer Opie came back in with an envelope bearing the name and address of the alleged perpetrator of the biggest crime of the last fifty years. It was a Government Housing address, and the letter was a notice that the Government was sending an Inspector to said address. Evidently, the perp didn't want the inspector to see the half ton of garbage in said Government Housing. The officer (not really Opie) then went to said address to inform said perp that he'd found the envelope at the bottom of a half ton of garbage. "Yessir, Officer Opie, I cannot tell a lie. I put that envelope under that garbage."
CSI Meadville!
I went inside, not stamping snow off my shoes for the first time ever in that store, and asked "Did we have a break-in or something?" W - e - e - l - l - l . . . It turned out that someone had come in the night with fourteen bags of garbage and dumped it - not IN the dumpster, which might have gone unnoticed, but in FRONT of the dumpster, which couldn't possibly go unnoticed.
I already had the guitar licks of "The Alice's Restaurant Massacree, In Four Part Harmony And Full Orchestration" going through my head, when Officer Opie came back in with an envelope bearing the name and address of the alleged perpetrator of the biggest crime of the last fifty years. It was a Government Housing address, and the letter was a notice that the Government was sending an Inspector to said address. Evidently, the perp didn't want the inspector to see the half ton of garbage in said Government Housing. The officer (not really Opie) then went to said address to inform said perp that he'd found the envelope at the bottom of a half ton of garbage. "Yessir, Officer Opie, I cannot tell a lie. I put that envelope under that garbage."
CSI Meadville!
Sunday, January 2, 2011
2010 - Year Of The Geezer
It's a darn good thing nobody reads this stuff, or I'd be in big trouble. Last Monday I promised I'd write this in a couple of days. Well, guess what - I didn't. I could make up a long string of excuses for you, but the truth is much more easily swallowed: I just didn't feel like it.
So here we are on Jon Hondorp's favorite day of the year, the day after all of the madness ends and the world gets back to normal. It's a good day for a grinch like me, too. For those of you keeping score, Jon was a part owner of Mystic Scenic Studios in Norwood, Massachusetts until he was asked to leave in the spring of 2007. He started up his own shop in Somerville, and for three months in 2009, while I was laid off from Mystic, I worked for Jon. But that's another story. I'll eventually get there over at "The Business Of Show."
The year began in Albuquerque, New Mexico with a major phase of my transition to geezerdom. I was basically confined to my bed and my recliner with a deep vein thrombosis and a pulmonary embolism. Blood clots. I was tethered to my oxygen concentrator for my lung and keeping my left leg elevated. I was taking anti-coagulants and being hauled to the hospital every couple of weeks to have my blood tested for its coagulation factor. And the most telling sign of geezerdom: I started wearing a compression stocking on my left lower leg.
Meanwhile, we were following up on my admission that I probably did have some hearing loss ater twenty five years of loud power tools every day. Once I was off the oxygen, we made an appointment with Sandia Hearing Aids to pound the final nail into my geezerly status. Starting at the top, I now had a bald head with a fringe of greying hair, trifocal glasses, two hearing aids, a compression stocking and orthotic arch supports in my shoes. I was reminded of Allan Sherman's parody "Second Hand Nose" "...I'll melt the girls' hearts. They can't resist a man with interchangeable parts..."
Meanwhile, Carmen was deep into the search process, exchanging information packets with congregations looking for ministers, having phone interviews, and flying to far flung destinations to "precandidate" with congregations. The three finalists were: London, Ontario; Brighton, Michigan; and Meadville, Pennsylvania - all very much a part of the Lake Erie lake effect snow belt. We were destined to buy a snow blower. Part of the search process is that there is a time and date at which it is permissable for the congregations to call their choices. At the proscribed time, all three lines into the First Unitarian Church of Albuquerque lit up simultaneously. London, Brighton and Meadville all called Carmen as their first choice to be their candidate. Carmen chose Meadville, and broke the hearts of the other two search committees.
So, in April we flew to Erie and drove a rental car to Meadville. Carmen had events scheduled nearly every day during the ten days she was here, and I had some as well. The second day here we were hauled all over town by a realtor, looking at about fourteen houses that met our criteria - three bedrooms and two bathrooms being the lion's share of criteria. Late in the afternoon we made an offer on a house very close to the church, and by Sunday afternoon we had a signed contract. On Monday evening we had it inspected, and by the time I drove back to Erie airport on Wednesday morning, the mortgage was in motion. I was going home alone to take care of the kitties.
Also on Sunday, the Albuquerque congregation had a special meeting at which they decided to be Carmen's ordaining congregation.
The following Sunday, after Carmen's second Sunday sermon. the Meadville congregation voted to call Carmen as their next minister, starting in August. Suddenly we had a firm destination and a definite time frame. I started calling moving companies and assembling boxes.
During May I did a lot of work at Albuquerque Little Theatre mounting "The Best Little Whorehouse In Texas", for which they paid me a small stipend. At the beginning of June, my previous employers in Orlando, FX Group, were installing a news set in Albuquerque, and I got myself on board for two days of the install before people began arriving from all over the country for the Ordination on June 6th.
During the rest of June I was packing and organizing while Carmen was elevated to Assistant Minister for a month at the First Unitarian Church of Albuquerque. Her last day was Sunday, July fourth. That night, the whole country celebrated with fireworks.
On Monday the fifth, Shyanne Moving Company came and loaded nearly all of our stuff on a semi trailer, and on Tuesday the sixth, we loaded our two kitties and a Rav4 load of stuff and set out for Pennsylvania, stopping for the night in Oklahoma City, St Louis and Columbus. The Gospel Of Rand McNally contains the details of that adventure.
So Friday afternoon we entered our newly acquired house and discovered that the three / two house we bought was really still a two / one - the seller had not even come close to finishing the work he was doing converting the attic into a "master suite." We opened an account at the Home Depot. So from mid-July until mid-October, my task was to finish the upstairs so that it could serve as Carmen's sanctum, and build fourteen foot wide by seven foot tall bookcases for the living room, to accomodate most of the 120 boxes of books we moved to Meadville. In Mid-December, the plumber finally came and hooked up our toilet and sink upstairs, and work on the house was pretty much done.
In mid-September our little girl Yin died and we were very very sad. Then in mid-November a little black and white kitten came to live with us, and she's a major source of joy and laughter. Even grumpy old Remus Lupin is in love with Lucia. OH - and the latest Lucia news: two of her declawed claws grew back! Her Indian name is "Little LuLu Two Claws"
But the huge news: after a year and a half of diligent searching, I finally landed a job as "part time sales associate" at Sherwin Williams in downtown Meadville - in walking distance ! ! ! I am the delivery geezer, driving the van all over northwestern Pennsylvania and even into the wilderness of Ohio. If nothing else, The Gospel Of Rand McNally will benefit from this development.
Carmen's first Christmas season went well. I made another ox head for another Christmas pageant, as well as a donkey. Her Christmas Eve service went very well. And - you won't believe it - she has had many days off since Christmas Eve, and she has spent most of that time... wait for it... relaxing! Tomorrow she is back to work with evenings booked as well nearly every night this week. She's a busy girl, that girl.
So I guess that's it. A very busy, very eventful year has drawn to a close, and so must this post.
So here we are on Jon Hondorp's favorite day of the year, the day after all of the madness ends and the world gets back to normal. It's a good day for a grinch like me, too. For those of you keeping score, Jon was a part owner of Mystic Scenic Studios in Norwood, Massachusetts until he was asked to leave in the spring of 2007. He started up his own shop in Somerville, and for three months in 2009, while I was laid off from Mystic, I worked for Jon. But that's another story. I'll eventually get there over at "The Business Of Show."
The year began in Albuquerque, New Mexico with a major phase of my transition to geezerdom. I was basically confined to my bed and my recliner with a deep vein thrombosis and a pulmonary embolism. Blood clots. I was tethered to my oxygen concentrator for my lung and keeping my left leg elevated. I was taking anti-coagulants and being hauled to the hospital every couple of weeks to have my blood tested for its coagulation factor. And the most telling sign of geezerdom: I started wearing a compression stocking on my left lower leg.
Meanwhile, we were following up on my admission that I probably did have some hearing loss ater twenty five years of loud power tools every day. Once I was off the oxygen, we made an appointment with Sandia Hearing Aids to pound the final nail into my geezerly status. Starting at the top, I now had a bald head with a fringe of greying hair, trifocal glasses, two hearing aids, a compression stocking and orthotic arch supports in my shoes. I was reminded of Allan Sherman's parody "Second Hand Nose" "...I'll melt the girls' hearts. They can't resist a man with interchangeable parts..."
Meanwhile, Carmen was deep into the search process, exchanging information packets with congregations looking for ministers, having phone interviews, and flying to far flung destinations to "precandidate" with congregations. The three finalists were: London, Ontario; Brighton, Michigan; and Meadville, Pennsylvania - all very much a part of the Lake Erie lake effect snow belt. We were destined to buy a snow blower. Part of the search process is that there is a time and date at which it is permissable for the congregations to call their choices. At the proscribed time, all three lines into the First Unitarian Church of Albuquerque lit up simultaneously. London, Brighton and Meadville all called Carmen as their first choice to be their candidate. Carmen chose Meadville, and broke the hearts of the other two search committees.
So, in April we flew to Erie and drove a rental car to Meadville. Carmen had events scheduled nearly every day during the ten days she was here, and I had some as well. The second day here we were hauled all over town by a realtor, looking at about fourteen houses that met our criteria - three bedrooms and two bathrooms being the lion's share of criteria. Late in the afternoon we made an offer on a house very close to the church, and by Sunday afternoon we had a signed contract. On Monday evening we had it inspected, and by the time I drove back to Erie airport on Wednesday morning, the mortgage was in motion. I was going home alone to take care of the kitties.
Also on Sunday, the Albuquerque congregation had a special meeting at which they decided to be Carmen's ordaining congregation.
The following Sunday, after Carmen's second Sunday sermon. the Meadville congregation voted to call Carmen as their next minister, starting in August. Suddenly we had a firm destination and a definite time frame. I started calling moving companies and assembling boxes.
During May I did a lot of work at Albuquerque Little Theatre mounting "The Best Little Whorehouse In Texas", for which they paid me a small stipend. At the beginning of June, my previous employers in Orlando, FX Group, were installing a news set in Albuquerque, and I got myself on board for two days of the install before people began arriving from all over the country for the Ordination on June 6th.
During the rest of June I was packing and organizing while Carmen was elevated to Assistant Minister for a month at the First Unitarian Church of Albuquerque. Her last day was Sunday, July fourth. That night, the whole country celebrated with fireworks.
On Monday the fifth, Shyanne Moving Company came and loaded nearly all of our stuff on a semi trailer, and on Tuesday the sixth, we loaded our two kitties and a Rav4 load of stuff and set out for Pennsylvania, stopping for the night in Oklahoma City, St Louis and Columbus. The Gospel Of Rand McNally contains the details of that adventure.
So Friday afternoon we entered our newly acquired house and discovered that the three / two house we bought was really still a two / one - the seller had not even come close to finishing the work he was doing converting the attic into a "master suite." We opened an account at the Home Depot. So from mid-July until mid-October, my task was to finish the upstairs so that it could serve as Carmen's sanctum, and build fourteen foot wide by seven foot tall bookcases for the living room, to accomodate most of the 120 boxes of books we moved to Meadville. In Mid-December, the plumber finally came and hooked up our toilet and sink upstairs, and work on the house was pretty much done.
In mid-September our little girl Yin died and we were very very sad. Then in mid-November a little black and white kitten came to live with us, and she's a major source of joy and laughter. Even grumpy old Remus Lupin is in love with Lucia. OH - and the latest Lucia news: two of her declawed claws grew back! Her Indian name is "Little LuLu Two Claws"
But the huge news: after a year and a half of diligent searching, I finally landed a job as "part time sales associate" at Sherwin Williams in downtown Meadville - in walking distance ! ! ! I am the delivery geezer, driving the van all over northwestern Pennsylvania and even into the wilderness of Ohio. If nothing else, The Gospel Of Rand McNally will benefit from this development.
Carmen's first Christmas season went well. I made another ox head for another Christmas pageant, as well as a donkey. Her Christmas Eve service went very well. And - you won't believe it - she has had many days off since Christmas Eve, and she has spent most of that time... wait for it... relaxing! Tomorrow she is back to work with evenings booked as well nearly every night this week. She's a busy girl, that girl.
So I guess that's it. A very busy, very eventful year has drawn to a close, and so must this post.
Monday, December 27, 2010
Something New
While I have had things to do (build sets at Albuquerque Little Theatre, for example) I have never had a job and a blog (or three) at the same time. One would think that a twenty or so hour a week job would have little impact on my life, but one would be wrong. The morning is all about getting Carmen and me out the door on time. The evening is supper and recouperating. The blogs were all about a lot of time on my hands. It's just not there any more.
This week I work Monday through Thursday, five hours a day. Friday, Saturday, Sunday and Monday I'm off! I'm thinking my big Year In Review posting is coming this weekend! Woo hoo!
In the meantime, I still have three wasted mornings and evenings to use for thinking about what I want to say about 2010. Should be a good one. Can't wait!
For those of you who come aboard hoping for cat news, all I can tell you is that ReLu and LuLu are even closer buddies than before. Remus has developed a special little "Come play with me" call, and they have a wonderful time chasing each other all over the house. When it's time to rest, they often curl up together on the back of the sofa or on the bed, frequently complete with licking each other to sleep. Getting Lucia for a companion for Remus has turned out to be the best idea we've had in a long time.
Back in a couple of days - I promise.
This week I work Monday through Thursday, five hours a day. Friday, Saturday, Sunday and Monday I'm off! I'm thinking my big Year In Review posting is coming this weekend! Woo hoo!
In the meantime, I still have three wasted mornings and evenings to use for thinking about what I want to say about 2010. Should be a good one. Can't wait!
For those of you who come aboard hoping for cat news, all I can tell you is that ReLu and LuLu are even closer buddies than before. Remus has developed a special little "Come play with me" call, and they have a wonderful time chasing each other all over the house. When it's time to rest, they often curl up together on the back of the sofa or on the bed, frequently complete with licking each other to sleep. Getting Lucia for a companion for Remus has turned out to be the best idea we've had in a long time.
Back in a couple of days - I promise.
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