Just One of Those Things

My poor baby girl has a fever.  She feels pitiful.  It's the only symptom she has.  She gets hot, we give her some meds, she feels better, then she falls asleep. When she wakes, she seems recovered, but then she gets hepped-up and starts running a fever again.  It's so hard to be little.  It's just one of those things you have to learn-- the hard way-- to get over.

Guess What I Did Today?

I auditioned.

For a play.

For a play being produced by Fantasy Playhouse Children's Theater:
"The Great Cross-Country Race," a retelling of the tortoise and hare fable.

I've been wanting to audition with them, but until now, my schedule didn't mesh.  To perform with them would be a delight, since I have a 9yo & a 4yo who would appreciate hanging out with me at the rehearsal space.

Fantasy Playhouse auditions with monologues, either from prepared pieces or from a variety of sides available at sign in.  When I turned in my audition form, the charming women at the table gave me "The Forgetful Fairy Godmother."  Sweet!  Elderly & daffy-- right up my alley.  I had so much fun with that piece; I used my glasses for searching, and crawled on the floor trying to find my wand.  I can be humble, but y'all, I rocked.

Even better, I was "called back" to further audition on Sunday!

Yay me!!!

I had fun; it's been a while since I've auditioned for anything.  It was good to "get back in the saddle again," so to speak.  Even better to audition and, I hope, perform with Fantasy again.  I haven't done anything with them since I got started with theater in Huntsville, almost 15 years ago.

In 1999.

With "The Great Cross-Country Race."

NaBloPoMo, blah, blah, blah

Also known as National Catch Up on My Life Month. **

Thank you to all who came looking for me on the first day of NaBloPoMo; you know me, you really, really know me!

Yeah, November First found me kinda busy & tired.  I spent most of the day cleaning my ex-husband's garage so he'd have room to store the portable generator that my parents have given him since they now have a natural gas powered generator hard-wired to their home for my dad's supplemental oxygen for his COPD and, now, large-cell lung cancer.  But I didn't get started with that project until after I took my son to an emergent dental consult to discuss pulling a baby tooth that is in the way of a newly erupted permanent tooth that we discovered at his orthodontics follow-up (on Wednesday, two weeks after his regular bi-annual dental cleaning) to make sure all is well with the maintainer-wire for his palate expander as we "millimeter" towards a bone-graft & serious head-gear to really get some growth going with that upper dental arch before he hits his teen years.  Of course, I must have been crazy to have even planned such a project for the day after my pre-K daughter's school field-trip to Tate's Farms Pumpkin Patch on what was shaping up to be a rainy Halloween; yes, I was the crazy mom who got into the corn crib & helped bury kids, who hopped on the bounce bubble with all the little ones, who took a turn on the loooooong corrrrrrrrugated tunnel slide, who held jackets, who tied shoes, who had THE bottle of hand sanitizer in her purse for lunch, who bought fifteen extra pounds of pumpkins and who bought an over-priced souvenir sports-sippy of cola so the girl would have one of her own just like her brother got at this age five years ago.

And if THAT was just a sample of one day, boy, do I have a BUNCH to catch up on.

Happy NaBloPoMo

** This post was actually written on November second and back dated, but I promise you, I was composing on my drive home Friday.