Complainy Complainerton

So The Yeomen of the Guard opened last night, officially, with a preview Thursday night. All in all, I’ve realized that I just need a break from theatre. I really, really wish I hadn’t done this show. There are a million reasons that it should have been a great experience. The cast is delightful, the director is expeditious, although we did rehearse it to death. The technical staff is great, and the orchestra is just fine. But then I get annoyed because I miss professional theatre, not for the “professional” part of it necessarily, but more because things like equity house rules are not even thinking about being observed here. There’s music blasting in the dressing room, our call is a full hour before half-hour, and things are just bugging me because I’m under-rested and irritable.

So I need to get out of this rut of sadness; my co-worker Lauren would call me “Complainy Complainerton.” And that’s damn straight.

Curtis’ parents were just in town for a week. OH how they helped. When I have a schedule of working 7 or 8:30 am to 6pm, and then a show schedule of 6pm to midnight, that leaves little time for anything else, including sleep. They cooked and had meals ready for me as I breezed through to get them, they cleaned, they cared for my kitties and my plants, and just generally were incredibly helpful and kind. I’m so thankful for their visit. It was good to see them, if only briefly!!

My Mom and Dad arrive in town tomorrow. They are just as wonderful, and an added bonus is that since my Mom is my Mom (and I grew up in her house, getting her programming about where things “go”) she always seems to know my choices and she always seems to know where to put stuff. It must be some umbilical cord thing. Except for grape jelly, which is the subject of a legendary family story, she and I see eye to eye on most things regarding running a house. And the things we don’t see eye-to-eye on, we agree to disagree. They will be meeting my Mary Jane for the first time this visit. I don’t think they’re terribly looking forward to that, but it is not altogether unexpected of me. I’ve been prone to bringing home strange creatures since I was a little kid. Mom always thought I’d be a vet.