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Suddenly Seymour
May. 27th, 2002 06:55 amHas been running through my sleep. That is only mildly better than Little Shop! Little Shop of Horrors! We went to the Kuwait Little Theater last night, opening night of Little Shop of Horrors. i am always amazed when a small group of people, in the case less than 15 actors, have the courage/nerve/chutzpah to put on a production like that. We didn't realize it was opening night, but on the way home i was looking at the program. That answers a lot of questions. The KLT is only a small group of thespians, but generally their productions are of a better quality than what i saw last night.When i realized it was opening night i felt better about it.
One of the characters was played by a man who works at the same air base as Master. We talked about maybe getting in on the set construction end of the group or something like that. Something to do during the school year. And a way to meet people. i have nice ideas, but i'm not a very good people meet-er. i won't go unless Master goes. In another life i was a professional costume builder.
i'm having mild panic attacks. i'm sure that's not what they really are. i have bitten off a big piece for the unit and now i'm having people drop from the project like flies. i know i can get it done on my own, but it would be easier and more fun if we would work on it as a group. There would probably be less complaining if everyone were involved, too. This is still part of the semester even though there are no classes. i could require that everyone be in their office for the next 7 working days, but what would that get me? Oh well, those who don't contribute will see no financial reward, it's just that simple. i keep trying to find someone at this place who knows what he/she is talking about when it comes to community service/scholarly work. As with everything else in this country, no one is willing to take responsibility in case they make a wrong statement. Bah!
i have paid all my bills for the summer. Well almost all. i have to take out rent money for the next four months and give it to Master. i have already calculated that into my stash for the summer. i have no plans for the kids. i wanted to give them a family vacation, but that doesn't seem to be working out. Mother is stalling me when i ask her what she would like to do. The 'rent-a-car-and-drive-to-Charleston' idea is looking gooder and gooder to me. i've been doing some internet research on car rentals, they seem a bit expensive, but maybe i can find a better deal when i get back.
Last night was a nice evening. We had a light meal before the play. As we were getting ready to leave i happened to look out the front room window. Last night must have been one of the lowest low tides of the season. i'm not sure how this tide thing works. i know there are two low and two high tides a day. And i know the moon has a great deal to do with them. i think the time of year does also. i wonder if the equinoxes are a part of the highetst/lowest tides of the year. i imagine so.
Anyway, i looked out the front window and couldn't help but laff. The other night as we were sitting out eating dinner, Master made the comment that He wished someone would drive off the end of the stickie-out part of the beach and get stuck in high tide. Be careful what you wish for. i looked out and there was a Japanese four-wheel drive jeep kind of car stuck on the sand bar up to its front right axel in wet, lowtide guck.
i have no idea the thought processes of some people. If it looks wet and squishy and is surrounded by a lot of water, what would make anyone believe that it would support the weight of a 2 thousand pound car? i ran and got the camera for Master and we took off in a big hurry to try to get a picture of the foolishness. The tow truck was there, i could see the Syrian guy scratching his head trying to make sense of the situation. Unfortunately by the time we got over to the beach, the jeep was on the last leg of the journey out of the ocean. It appeared that the Syrian tow truck driver had snaked together several chains to make one long enough to reach the car. Drat!
We almost thought our luck was going to hold because the driver of the car couldn't figure out how to get back up the beach onto the hardpack. He backed nearly into the water again. i had the camera ready to snap the pic, and told Master to have His foot on the gas. Even an idiot doesn't like to have evidence of his mistake. Unfortunately for us, fortunate for him, he made it up the incline. It was an interesting sight while it lasted.
Then on to the play. After, Master waived the no food after 7 rule. It was such a special night He decided i could have an ice cream. Wonder of wonders, the new Dairy Queen is finally open. This is way to convenient, but oh so good.
A perfect night was ruined by a phone call at 11. One of the men who works for Master out at the air base called to say he had just received a phone call from the office telling him he had to report to IAB in the morning. He has been transferred. Now this man doesn't want to go, and there are two others who are interested in the position. It is open because the company is too cheap to pay the guy who is already doing the work a measly 100$ more a month. The man who is being sent over to do the job is not qualified, doesn't want to do it, and is going in to work today at 7:30 a.m.after working until 11 pm last night. That sucks. It's tactics like this that make me wonder just how much longer Master is going to be willing to stay here.
Got an email from M. She arrived home safe and sound. She says a lot has changed in the last year. Security at both O'Hare and the St. Louis airport is much tighter. Go figger. She had to take off her shoes and have them checked. Will we ever feel safe again?
One of the characters was played by a man who works at the same air base as Master. We talked about maybe getting in on the set construction end of the group or something like that. Something to do during the school year. And a way to meet people. i have nice ideas, but i'm not a very good people meet-er. i won't go unless Master goes. In another life i was a professional costume builder.
i'm having mild panic attacks. i'm sure that's not what they really are. i have bitten off a big piece for the unit and now i'm having people drop from the project like flies. i know i can get it done on my own, but it would be easier and more fun if we would work on it as a group. There would probably be less complaining if everyone were involved, too. This is still part of the semester even though there are no classes. i could require that everyone be in their office for the next 7 working days, but what would that get me? Oh well, those who don't contribute will see no financial reward, it's just that simple. i keep trying to find someone at this place who knows what he/she is talking about when it comes to community service/scholarly work. As with everything else in this country, no one is willing to take responsibility in case they make a wrong statement. Bah!
i have paid all my bills for the summer. Well almost all. i have to take out rent money for the next four months and give it to Master. i have already calculated that into my stash for the summer. i have no plans for the kids. i wanted to give them a family vacation, but that doesn't seem to be working out. Mother is stalling me when i ask her what she would like to do. The 'rent-a-car-and-drive-to-Charleston' idea is looking gooder and gooder to me. i've been doing some internet research on car rentals, they seem a bit expensive, but maybe i can find a better deal when i get back.
Last night was a nice evening. We had a light meal before the play. As we were getting ready to leave i happened to look out the front room window. Last night must have been one of the lowest low tides of the season. i'm not sure how this tide thing works. i know there are two low and two high tides a day. And i know the moon has a great deal to do with them. i think the time of year does also. i wonder if the equinoxes are a part of the highetst/lowest tides of the year. i imagine so.
Anyway, i looked out the front window and couldn't help but laff. The other night as we were sitting out eating dinner, Master made the comment that He wished someone would drive off the end of the stickie-out part of the beach and get stuck in high tide. Be careful what you wish for. i looked out and there was a Japanese four-wheel drive jeep kind of car stuck on the sand bar up to its front right axel in wet, lowtide guck.
i have no idea the thought processes of some people. If it looks wet and squishy and is surrounded by a lot of water, what would make anyone believe that it would support the weight of a 2 thousand pound car? i ran and got the camera for Master and we took off in a big hurry to try to get a picture of the foolishness. The tow truck was there, i could see the Syrian guy scratching his head trying to make sense of the situation. Unfortunately by the time we got over to the beach, the jeep was on the last leg of the journey out of the ocean. It appeared that the Syrian tow truck driver had snaked together several chains to make one long enough to reach the car. Drat!
We almost thought our luck was going to hold because the driver of the car couldn't figure out how to get back up the beach onto the hardpack. He backed nearly into the water again. i had the camera ready to snap the pic, and told Master to have His foot on the gas. Even an idiot doesn't like to have evidence of his mistake. Unfortunately for us, fortunate for him, he made it up the incline. It was an interesting sight while it lasted.
Then on to the play. After, Master waived the no food after 7 rule. It was such a special night He decided i could have an ice cream. Wonder of wonders, the new Dairy Queen is finally open. This is way to convenient, but oh so good.
A perfect night was ruined by a phone call at 11. One of the men who works for Master out at the air base called to say he had just received a phone call from the office telling him he had to report to IAB in the morning. He has been transferred. Now this man doesn't want to go, and there are two others who are interested in the position. It is open because the company is too cheap to pay the guy who is already doing the work a measly 100$ more a month. The man who is being sent over to do the job is not qualified, doesn't want to do it, and is going in to work today at 7:30 a.m.after working until 11 pm last night. That sucks. It's tactics like this that make me wonder just how much longer Master is going to be willing to stay here.
Got an email from M. She arrived home safe and sound. She says a lot has changed in the last year. Security at both O'Hare and the St. Louis airport is much tighter. Go figger. She had to take off her shoes and have them checked. Will we ever feel safe again?
