I dreamt last night that I was pregnant. I wasn't very pregnant, I didn't show, but I knew that I was pregnant because I had to go to the bathroom all the time. I mean constantly, I would go to the bathroom, but my bladder would never be empty.

Then I woke up and I really had to pee. So that mystery was solved.

Yesterday was a peculiar day, weather-wise.

It was cold and cloudy when I left the house, so I put on shoes and socks and a coat. By the time I got out of the theatre, it was too hot to wear the coat, so I ended up dragging it all over town, broiling hot.

By the time I got home, the second I got into the house the clouds blew in and the cookout was in jeopardy, so Fran moved the barbecue under the Happy Porch. By the time it was time to eat, though, we lucked out and it turned into a lovely evening.

There were two shows yesterday, a matinee and an evening show, and I had to go into the city to pick up the money, or I wouldn't get paid the minimal amount for running that errand.

There was no reason whatsoever for me to pick up the evening box office, since Le would be coming to the show himself, but I had to pick up my box office kit and give the matinee and Saturday box offices to Le, so I had to come in for the evening show. But if I only came in then, I wouldn't get paid for picking up the matinee box office. But the one thing I really didn't want to do was come into the city twice!

It finally occurred to me that I could get the matinee box office, bring it and Friday's to Philip at his house, and pick up my kit, leaving a minimal amount of things for David to use for the evening show and then pitch what he didn't use up.

So I felt very intelligent. I saved myself a trip, and $4.

After giving the money to Philip, I had to buy a birthday present or two for Cynthia.

I walked up 42nd St. to the new location of Coliseum Books and chose for her The Eyre Affair, Why the Long Face?, and Are We There Yet?: Perfect Family Vacations and Other Fantasies. The first was my favourite book from last year and the other two just looked like good books that she'd like.

However, after buying them I thought that $45 worth of presents was a bit much and decided to keep one of them for myself, choosing Are We There Yet, because frankly I'm the one that likes travel books. And yes, I realize that that's cheating a bit on my no-buying year, but hey, I am not made of stone.

Then I walked back to the van, stopping briefly to buy a new comb at a hairdressing shop, but then when I sat down all ready to go home, I realized that I was short one bag. The bag with the books that I had just spent $45 on. Whoops!

So I got off and limped all the way back (I'd been walking about two miles in the heat, carrying my regular purse, my handbag, and my extremely heavy box-office kit), really hoping against hope that I had left it in the shop and not just kind of dropped it in the middle of the street like an idiot.

Fortunately, when I got up close to the store, the man who had sold me my comb was standing out front, and seeing me, brightened, and ran into the store, coming out bearing my poor forgotten bag. "I noticed it two minutes after you left, but didn't know in which direction you had gone!"

Then I took the bus back to the van. It was only a little over half a mile, but enough was quite enough, at that point.

Then we had Cynthia's birthday party, aka the first cookout of the year, which turned out quite nicely after those first threatening skies went away.

As Fran was taking charge of the coals (usually Jon does, but he was in Florida and thus unavailable for the job), I decided to continue with picking up the masses of dog poop all over the backyard.

I took care of about half of the lawn, minus the garden area (which is completely dead--apparently, after having his ass kicked by the garden for the last 7 years, jon has decided that enough is more than enough) and the angle by the house, and also picked up the pile of leaves and more poop that I had swept up in the patio a week or more ago. It filled a garbage can. That's a whole lot of poop.

I took charge of cooking my own burger, since the Callahans tend to incinerate beef--Cynthia's idea of a nice hamburger is a charcoal briquette on a bun, when I say rare I get what normal people would call well-done. So I wielded the Spatula of Indecision (too complicated a reference to explain) and ended up with it being almost completely raw. Which is just fine by me.

The food was great, Cynthia's terrific beans, the first corn of the season, yummy, though the children could put away far more than I could even dream of. At one point, since I was ready for dessert, I said, "Why are you people still eating meat?" and Bonnie answered, "Kymmie, we are eating meat because we are not veterinarians!"

You certainly cannot argue with that logic.

The brownie cake was a big hit, (recipe to be found here), and Cynthia liked the presents.

What I liked was that this was really the first time in quite some time that I spent any time at all with the kids. I have become more and more of a hermit lately, never appearing upstairs to visit anymore, just huddling down in my cave by myself.

In fact, for the month that I was home after Christmas, I didn't once come upstairs or see the children, and had to end up giving Cynthia their Christmas presents to give them after I was gone.

Now, to be honest, I like my cave and my solitude and living on my own, but I have forgotten that they are my family and I do like spending time with them. They are growing up so fast, and I don't want to not have any memories of Katie at sixteen, Molly at eight and Bonnie at six.

This summer, I'm spending time with my family.

Today's horoscope:
Don't make any plans to go out this evening. Invite a sibling or neighbor over to have a good, long chat, order some Chinese and have a movie on hand for when your vocal cords finally give out.

One year ago today:
Of course, since we are teching tomorrow, several days before we open, she only is having one rehearsal before tech. I blocked her in and tried to give her a couple of acting pointers, but frankly I'm just glad that she's back at last.

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