Yesterday, a high school secretary didn't recognize me, even though it was the beginning of my third week there. Apparently, getting restful sleep alters my face as much as removing an eye-patch. (Okay, that doesn't really make sense, but wouldn't that be a great thing: Hmmm, something's different about you...hair cut? No, no...braces off? No, no...what is it? Oh, your eye grew back!)
The other thing that enough sleep has done for me is cause the return of dreaming. I completely forgot about the portion of the night during which vivid pictures run through one's head and it is absolutely freaking me out. Last night was a little bit better, but to suddenly have images invading your brain is really scary if you're no longer used to it. And my dreams have always been bonkers: huge color spectrum, wee details, sound, and the usual task of trying to find somebody or something in order to save somebody or something.
And babies. They're just everywhere.
I just ate the most freaking awesome cinnamon roll.
Then I read the worst adaptation of Huckleberry Finn ever.
I said, ever!
Never before in the history of narrators has there ever been a script this awful. And is it what I'm supposed to use to work with high school students? Of course. Now, if I pretend that it is not a script, but instead A Summary of the Entire Book that Includes Occasional Dialogue, then it's marginally better.
Marginally.
The best part is that the class is actually about getting two groups of ESL kids to use body language to clarify English, so I don't have to even pretend to think in theatrical terms (even though I'm still using them to explain things)...but I ate the cinnamon roll so I'd have a good taste in my mouth as a preventative.
So far, so good. I can always lick my fingers should its magic begin to fade.
Last night was one of those nights where I had to take a nap on the couch before I had enough energy to get ready for bed. (The nap took place at 11pm.)
But! The show opens tonight and I think it's pretty good. It's sure pretty. One of these days, I'll even get out the info so people can actually come see it...although if you come tonight, you'd be attending the gala where the board is actually barbecuing lamb in the parking lot to serve among the Greek-themed food.
Now, I'm a gal who likes a good party, but this seems excessive to me. And it's kinda done in a way that will torture the actors: food is served prior to curtain with dessert served at intermission.
I've been told the actors are used to this...which I suppose is appropriate as far as the future is concerned.
And now, a reason I love my cast:
One night, during notes, I attributed a change to a bad blocking choice I made by writing a little verbal note to myself that went like this:
Dear Ida,
You totally suck.
love,
your Secret Admirer
I continued on with notes, but was sporadically interrupted by the passing of little folded paper notes addressed to me whose contents included the above text...and one which said "PS I still won't go to the prom with you."
I don't even know what that means, exactly, but I thought I'd better write it down.
The Schoenhut toy piano has arrived!
I am so freaking excited about this and I haven't even been home to play it yet. Yellow Dog called me and played me a little "The Piano is Here" song over the phone.
Below the printing of Schoenhut is printed "Mark well the name." That's right, we're the proud owners of a forboeding toy piano.
And it's daycare durable!