Apologies for the lack of posts, but March As Usual has hit; rehearsals every night of the week, and heck of busy at office as well. I’ll try and keep you abreast (hehe breast) of what’s going on, but I’ll probably fall off the face of the earth occasionally.
Not that anyone would really notice, with the exception of my wife, who needs me to scratch her back and kill bugs and stuff.
Yesterday: hot. Not just warm, or temperate, but downright hot. I left the office in the early evening and went to the grocery store, and when I came outside the wind had died down, so I started sweating. In March. I got into the car and rolled my windows down, which helped when the car was moving; the route from the grocery store to my house is fraught with stoplights, so much of the time, I baked. I considered turning on the air conditioning, but doing that in March seems the worst of Prehatched-Chicken Counting. Like finding out your wife is pregnant and buying an entire football uniform, and being gently reminded by the missus that you might want to invest in a field hockey uniform, what with the 50% odds on either gender.
Mother Nature is planning to send a similar reminder, apparently; snow is expected for Friday. Argharific.
The show is coming along. As usual, I feel like I’m way behind, but every year it actually gets a little better. There are still some things to be worked on, but in reality most everything’s been taught. I’m moderately concerned with the pit band, because as every year, attendance at rehearsals has been horrid, but I’m helped by the fact that my father is playing piano again, and we’ve hired a guitarist. Our bassist is a phenomenal student named Dani, so as long as Eric the drummer learns his parts, we’re going to be fine. Loud, but fine.
Assuming I don’t screw up, which is always a worrisome thought.
