A day with extra pith

Woke up this Sunday morning to the sounds of a jackhammer after only four? five? hours of sleep... opened up the ruby red grapefruit I was planning on eating this morning to find it all pith (and not vaguely ruby)... I've never seen such a sad grapefruit and I went to college in Ohio. Now I'm stumbling around trying to get my head straight... so much to do and yet no juice... so sad that my breakfast is looking like the metaphor for my week.

Yellow

That which covers all
Conquers souls
fills lungs
teaches eyeballs to fear

That which is inescapable and
Unbelievable.
Only truly understood by those
who have lived
under the tyranny,
of pine.


--My dear loved ones currently living in the pollen, I salute you.

Daily Minutes...

12am; load car for following day of fittings, trunk full, arrange blanket covering costumes in back seat to look more like a sleeping (or dead) body than costumes (hope that nobody breaks into car to hassle the corpse).
1:30ish; sleep?

6:02am; wake sharply with the feeling of having slept in and missed all appointments
6:11; convince self to go back to sleep
8:06; wake up again... decide that it's close enough to 7 hours of sleep to get up.
8:40; oatmeal
10:11; crap! I woke up two hours early and I'm already 15 min behind...

10:35; arrive at rental shop (located next to the methadone clinic) to find that nobody is answering the door.
10:40; make friends with locals
10:48; get into the rental shop
12:15pm; leave rental shop with a new 50lbs of costumes, haul it all back to the car stepping over puddles of unknown origins

12:30; arrive at Shakespeare offices...
1:55; haul another 40lbs of costumes to car
2:15; chicken wrap lunch

2:55; arrive at rehearsal hall and try to pull costumes from the bottom of the pile out into the top
3:30; still sorting fittings on the sidewalk
4:00; haul all costumes up to rehearsal hall in three batches
4:35; finished hauling
4:36; get asked if I "need any help"

5:30-7:50 fittings...
7:55; realize I've left a good 15lbs of costumes I was supposed to fit today in my f***g studio (rearrange fittings for later)
8:02; meeting with director
8:35; hurredly gather everything back into piles and have stage management and director help shove everything into car

9:15; left over pasta and a tangerine (wait for theatre crowd to leave the street my shop is on)

10:17; meet my lovely friend Alisha who helped me reload ALL of the costumes back into the shop

10:45; re-sort costumes for returns and re-load car for following day

10:55; return home.

12:33am; decide to blog because sleep isn't coming any time soon...
Wired.
Can't sleep.


**exact times are mostly guess work with the exception of 1st wake up time and blog time.

$325.

Once upon a time I lived in a two bedroom apartment all by myself. I could keep all of my work out of my bedroom and at the far end of the house. There was free heat and water and on sunny days the sunlight would stream in over my futon where I could nap between afternoon classes. The ceilings were quite high and the washer and dryer were free (although the basement they were in was rather creepy and gross)... I had a front and a back porch... all this for $325 a month.

Granted the down side of my apartment was that it was located in south west Ohio... Somedays while I am working in my bedroom and I find that all of my stuff is just all crammed together because there is no room to spread... and when I have to pay all of my utility bills and considerably more rent... I sigh a soft breath and miss my stupid Cincinnati apartment. Never again.

Brevity/shopping win

See this handsome man in his suit? Yea, I bought him that. I love it when actors buy the costumes I find for them.