And the day just keeps getting better.
Seriously.
Like, I've gotten things done and it's SUNNY outside and some news has been the indoor-sunniest of all.
I do believe a bouquet of popsicles in order, but as we have none I'll settle for making a baby girl giggle while dancing in the living room.
Ida and the Youth of Today are in rehearsal, setting blocking in a newly invented style called "Cyrano de Berger-block." A trio of actors sits upstage right with a bulb horn while Ida discusses a note with an actor who has been working a different scene in another room.
Ida: Do you have your script? Great. I want you to add specific gestures here, here and--
Ida overhears something from the actors upstage. It does not seem appropriate.
Ida: --here. They should be as ridiculous and obvious as possible. Keep what you had for--
Ida hears it again. The word she hears is not swearing, but is most definitely not appropriate for general chatter from 10-to-14-year-olds in the middle of rehearsal.
Ida: --what are you guys talking about?
The trio looks at her without a sense of being caught. H. takes the bulb horn and demonstrates.
H: How they test microphones? Syphilis, syphilis, syphilis.
Ida grins. Her SM laughs outright.
Ida: Sibilance.
P: What?
Ida: Sibilance. A hissing sound. Like "sssssssssss."
H: Oh. Sibilance, sibilance, sibilance.
Ida: Syphilis is something elsssssssse.
P: I knew it!
Fin.
In the olden days, when I did everything at once, I had a few regular absent-minded activities. The two most regularly repeated were Putting a Tea Bag in a Mug to Steep and then Never Drinking the Tea and Making Toast and Forgetting I Had Thus Leaving it in the Toaster.
I'm no longer doing everything at once (Yellow Dog may disagree), but I did something today reminiscent of old: I turned on the wrong burner and burned the shit out of our one baking sheet. (Dear Husband, this is the only thing you should find out about via the internet about me today.)
So, y'know. Stupid. And momentarily scary because the fire alarm went off while I was changing N.'s diaper. From the look on her face (and probably because of the look on mine) she recognized it as a Something is Wrong Sound but didn't start crying or anything close. This was unsurprising as she is a very calm kid. I picked her up, nakey baby all, located the problem--glowing red burner under a baking sheet--put her down and dealt with the problem, even remembering to use a potholder. (That might sound pretty obvious, but all bets are off when you want to hurry back to a baby.) I turned on the correct burner and returned to the diaper changing task.
The sound of the kettle whistling made N. smile. Nice big baby grin.
It sounded like a train whistle, so maybe she thinks we're going on vacation...which we are! (How's that for a segue?) On Sunday I purchased plane tickets to fly to San Diego to visit my father and his wife.
I think the point of this post is that I wish I were there right now or that it were sunny here. Let's make that sunny here: there are certain things happening right now that would be better dealt with in good weather. (Even if grey skies plus warmth makes me want to kick it in my track cleats.)
Another old habit being practiced today? Being incomplete in my writing and forgoing editing.
FORGONE!