Erg.

It is 420pm. It is DARK already except for the golden time sun just lighting up the edge of the clouds on the bottom of the Horizon. I SHOULD be working on my script. I am allegedly writing a musical. I am faffing far more than I am actually writing. I will use ANY excuse not to write, including doing the laundry or the dishes, tasks I normally would put off as long as I could.
Instead of writing I set up the video Ipod to work with our ancient TV, I took out the recycling and I posted on Facebook.
I try to write while the baby is napping as I am worthless after he goes to bed for the night, but inspiration is NOT striking.
I would rather blog, than work on my script.
I'd rather fold shirts than work on my script.
I'd rather look out the window at the transients than work on my script.
sigh...
is it the ADHD or just writers block?

Some times I feel I've got to.. get away!

I'm sick as a dog, a disgusting bodily fluidy sick that cannot be controlled. So is the boy. I didn't know the MEANING of projectile vomiting until I witness Lilo come up with more STUFF than seems possible from a little body. I have to go rent a carpet cleaner. For real.. this is a super mess. And now Tommy has it and is feeling bad, bad, bad.
And this is after flu shots, mind.
On the plus side, I have been freed from the contract to Ballys prison gym. My previous gym was not only miles away but looked like it belonged in Sing-Sing. ICK. I'm a gym rat of LOOOONG standing, and I demand a certain level of, oh, cleanliness is a good place to start. My new 24 hour fitness is light, open and you don't have to make an appointment for childcare. No bellydancing, unfortunately, but I will try to find a place here in Long Beach once I get Lilo into a nice daycare situation. The fact that I'm not competing with Big Pussy for the equipment is a huge bonus. (No, shocked relatives, he was a character in the Sopranos, check the wiki)
I'm off to scrub my brain with the latest episode of ANTM. ciao.

A & A Towing, and Vons

Dear Vons on Broadway and Atlantic and A & A Towing on Cherry,
I knew that inevitably, my car would get towed one day. I have had a run of good luck and managed to go a YEAR without being towed. Yes, signs are posted, yes, I know better.
YET:
A and A Towing,Was there a twinge when you saw a baby seat and a stroller? Did you happen to feel just a tiny bit bad imagining how difficult it might be to get the car back with a toddler in tow? Do you feel at all guilty that aforementioned toddler woke up puking all over himself, and puked all over Momma on the bus, and did not deserve to be hauled away from his comfortable couch and Curious George? And really charging extra for a PARKING BRAKE that was on? C'mon.
Vons, I have spent thousands and thousands in your store, the $241 I spent getting Alfie out of hock, would have been in your pocket anyway. Is there some weird satisfaction in having a completely empty parking lot? And why do you charge for parking during "Events" yet refuse to take a monthly fee so my neighbors and I could have a safe well lit parking lot?There is no parking in Downtown Long Beach. This could be a win/win. I am so mad I plan to shop at Albertsons, even if it isn't in my front yard.
Sour Grapily,
your neighbor.

Election Day 8:14pm California Time

... Barck Obama has won! The buzz goes around my local Vons, where I've dashed in to get milk. "he's a godddamed muslim" says the fat guy behind me... but he's the only guy in the grocery store who isn't literaly dancing, smiling and singing.
You have a lot to live up to Mr. Prsident. Don't let us down.

Minnesota Memories Pt II

On Thursday we dawdle awake. It's weird not to be with Lilo, but I have to admit I enjoyed sleeping in for four days!
It is Opening night! We are put to work after a long Kaffeclatcsh on the porch, where we admired the lake views. We walk over to Gail's house laden with show related goodies for the cast party that night, Tiger Sundae fixings, gummy worms and buns for our Tendermaids. Yep, it's that kind of a party.
I am slicing the buns when E, the director walks in, she ignores me completely, and tells Joan, Gail and Tom that she is going home due to extreme exhaustion... did I mention this was opening night? Joan is floored. E cheerily walks out... on the show. There is now a damper on our party prep. We wonder what the problem is. She is a bit of a Jeckyll-y Hyde, as she is cheery and sweet to her cast, but a raving meanie to Joan. We decide she's either panicky or nuts.
We decide to go to lunch at the Elbow Room, i.e. Garrison Keillor's Chatterbox Cafe, then we stop at the Salvation Army for a treasure hunt. T and J run into a pair of fans of the show, one of whom turn's out to be Marion Ross' sister!
WE drop Joan off to get ready and T and I continue to go thrifting until he is felled by the overweening smell of scented candles.
We have a pre-show dinner at The Green Mill, with Tom B. We are terribly overdressed, but we hoist a cocktail and a cheer for opening.
"Tales of Two Counties" opened at The Marion Ross Performing Arts center October 16th 2008. The place is packed.
T has to give the pre show pep talk, extempore, since the director isn't there to do it.
The stories are all familiar to the audience members and there are a lot of nods and whispers and comments about the stories. The show is very site-specific, but the stories and the songs are universal..
Some of the singing is great, some is sincere. It works in the context of them being "Real" people. I find the staging a little silly, grown men and women making gestures that belong in a second grade recital. The director didn't trust the script to be compelling enough, which was a mistake, but luckily they mostly speak normally and that really works. And there is no first act blackout which leaves the audience in their seats not knowing that it's over.
T gets praised in a taciturn way, since no one is effusive in Albert Lea, but we eventually suss out that the crowd really liked it.
We retire to Gail's for celebratory ice cream Tiger Sundaes. (I don't know if I've mentioned the cold yet.)
Feels like a quiet success.