It’s been an interesting week. I thought that the stresses of production week after the press preview and open matinee will stop once Sunday turns to Monday. We opened to press on Saturday, opened to the public on Sunday and I was met with a fully booked Monday:
Then the week trudged on…
Tuesday: afternoon, acting coach for Hannah; evening, music rehearsal for Pippin.
Wednesday: 3 HOUR ROAD TRIP TO REHEARSAL VENUE AT COMMONWEALTH WHEN THE TRIP WOULD HAVE TAKEN SOME ONE TO ONE AND HALF HOURS
Thursday: No sleep, 7 am call time means 5 am wake up. Sleep? Why bother?
Friday: Merienda with Pippin cast parents, sleepover with Daryl and Micko until Monday. Moolah from Treasure Island performances supposedly encashed on Monday. (FAIL) (More on this later)
I guess it can be safely said that I am living a certain way that demands of my schedule, as if demanding of myself isn’t enough. I don’t feel tired. This must mean I’m riding on a wave.
Michael “warned” us about “the life.” It is happening, it will happen, and it has already begun. It cannot be a nuisance.
At least I’ll be able to tithe or at least be more generous than I can manage.
I was at the supermarket yesterday to buy things to donate. No one really announces the need for sanitary napkins in spite of it being an actual need.
You can tell that people were grocery shopping to donate. A rough estimate of donating shoppers would be 70%.
A woman at the counter I was in line for was piling packs of powdered milk. A trolley of mineral water was being carted to the parking lot. I saw a load of shorts being bagged. Next to the bag of shorts was a bag of instant noodles. A woman was unloading yogurt from her cart.
I had just three packs of sanitary napkins, a kind of underdog unmentionable in the list of relief goods. I added in two packs from my stash. A stash purchased some three months ago (I have an irregular period, a blessing and a curse), tallying my contribution to five. I felt like a character in one of the Jesus miracles in the New Testament.
Favorite moment: Mikey hits Rod (or Daryl…they were all wearing the same thing) with a Mac packaging box and Joonie catches him. The break between joy and getting caught is EPIC.
This is all I have to say at the moment, except for a few more things:
- There is no other unity than two Ateneans in a Lasallian community, helping out with donations
- My cat is meowing weird. He better not vomit in my room again.
- I can’t wait for next weekend. There is a LOT happening over the weekend and I’m looking forward to ALL of that.
- Mom bought new shampoo. Cant’t wait to try it.
- Mom and Dad bought bathroom rugs. The bought enough to cover all the steps of the staircase with.
- I am getting lame at blogging and writing.
- I love you all.