25 June
Last night I found out for sure that it's summer by the ceremonial Removal of the First Glow Bug of the Year from my house.
I made him sit on a glass, then, turning the glass around as he kept walking on it, I took it outside and put it on the steps for him to fly off, glowing, as his pleasure and convenience.
Or her. I don't really know which sex does the glowing.
Once I killed a glow bug in my house in Brooklyn, and I didn't get over the guilt for months, or years, rather, as I still feel terrible. I didn't know what it was until his phosphorescence smeared all over my baseboard! And ever since, I carefully catch them and put them outside. It's like killing a ladybug, a dreadful thing to do.
When I got to work yesterday, both The Raccoon and one of the other girls were out. I thought the whole department had been kidnapped by aliens and only I was spared, since I get in at 11a, but in fact, the other two girls were there.
There were 57 emergencies, what else is new. I can't wait until next week, start of the new quarter. Of course, we'll have to cut about $5 million in checks to fulfill all of the promises that we are rashly making, but I don't care.
If I never hear the words "credit" and "hold" in a row again, it will be way way way too soon.
In the moments that I wasn't putting out various fires, I finally finished casting my show.
Omar said yes (apparently, he had thought that he had said yes before) and then another woman that Le had given me couldn't do it, so he suggested Lee, an actress that I have known for years, and am very happy to be able to work with again.
So, that's it! Except for the kid, my God, the kid. I read the play at last on the ride back home from Melissa's on Sunday, and it is a motherfucker, it really is. That kid's role is huge, he has simply acres of lines, and he has to be seven or eight! I say eight, and preferably a short nine or ten year old. I now understand why I rarely worked as a child, you want them as old and as short as you can get them, you want a nine year old who can play seven, not a seven year old who can play nine.
Anyway, Moira is supposed to get me one, she's supposed to be simply swimming in small boys who can act and learn lines, I'll have to have auditions this weekend, and we open on the 19th. Help me, Lord. You know, unless God hates this play for being what some people consider to be anti-Catholic!
Personally, I don't think it's anti-Catholic so much as it's anti-Sister Mary Ignatious.
I left work a little early to go down to the yarn store and get some more wool. Also, to find out what I did wrong when I bound off my scarf on Sunday.
The owner was there, as was my teacher, as they were about to start a class, and I picked out two pretty new colours for my next two scarves, as they admired my finished scarf (the owner asked if I had blocked it, which I think means that it's nice and even), and the teacher tried to figure out how on earth I managed to have the string end be on the wrong side, and then we figured out that I should have used the string end to bind off with, not just twist the various loops together.
I knew that using my fingernails wasn't right.
Anyway, I got a maroon and a green ball, and started making my green scarf today. I am going to try to see if I can do this one faster than in three weeks and three days.
Today's
horoscope:
Time and energy constraints pull you between love and work. Take care of business during the day and romance in the evening.
One year ago today:
"I'm from the future, in December, with Mel, when things get bad."
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