I've been putting it off because it is such a massive undertaking, but I have started to put together the rehearsal schedule.

I know that Orpheus is going to take up all of my time, every bit of my time, between now and opening, so I decided not to think a bit about it until I came back from JournalCon. Then I came back from JournalCon and decided not to think about it right away, but I can't do that anymore. I'm the director, which means that I'm the responsible one, I'm the mom.

Fifteen actors. Fifteen actors means fifteen schedules means fifteen problems. Or more likely, seventy-five problems, averaging five each. If I'm lucky. Actually, the problems haven't been so many, but the simple fact that there are fifteen of them means that it's complicated no matter what I do.

Also, I know for a fact that these damn actors are going to come up with conflicts after I put the schedule together, or maybe I'll miss something. It's all a bunch of plate spinning, and it's only the beginning. I have never dealt with anything this big before. A three act, fifteen actor, two and a half hour extravaganza. Can I do this?

On the other hand, when I first looked at the play all I could think was, "Where are we going to get the fucking snakeskin jacket? Where are we going to get a guitar that we cab play and that we can also mess up with signatures? Where are we going to get an old-fashioned cash register? Where are we going to get the paintings? Thanks a lot, Tennessee!" And all of the things that I thought would be problems are just falling into our laps.

The snakeskin jacket is the worst, of course, because it is a gigantic metaphor in the play, it is referred to about a hundred times in the script, and is one hundred percent necessary. Omar had been looking for one for several weeks, and everything is like $500. Of course, we could always get a regular brown or grey leather jacket and paint snakeskin onto it, but that's a last resort.

I really truly wasn't worried, though. I really truly believed that it would magically be okay, because that's just how this play has been going. And I was right. Beverly, who we asked to do our costumes but will be unable to due to the show that she is directing, found us a jacket. A woman's grey faux-snakeskin raincoat at Daffy's for $29.99. It. Is. Perfect. It's too long, but one of Omar's aunts is a seamstress and can shorten it for us.

That's one down. Now all I have to do is get the rehearsals straightened out, or else that jacket will be alone on the stage with a spotlight on it, and people might not pay $15 a ticket for that.

Got home last night and watched Haunted, the episode about the British rock band. I cannot believe that there are no British actors who look like rock stars in Los Angeles, I really cannot. Or at least actors who sound a trifle less like Dick Van Dyke in Mary Poppins.

Today's horoscope:
Control emerges as an issue with household members today. Balance your power with love and a happy result can occur.

One year ago today:
I seem to have become an accounting geek without my knowledge.

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