That is, until I can come up with a readable blog.  This chicken
shit that I have been spewing is so bad that punishment is the only
option.  I sincerely apologize.

Eye patch problem, SOLVED!

Plus there is an added benefit of her not being able to talk my ear off anymore.

    So, in addition to acting this very small part
(ironic since I take the longest to get made-up) I also helped build
the set, apply others make-up, sewed the costumes, and was backstage
manager.

Two of the costumes I built

    Actually because of all the above, not only
was I very tired, I also got sick.  I guess lack of sleep coupled
with stress is a good conduit for illness.  Suprise, suprise.
    The first week of our production went very
well.  The audience stood to applaud before the whole cast came
out for bows.  The folks who play John Proctor and his wife
Elizabeth Proctor had people in tears.  Everyone, however, was
excellent.
    Next weekend we do our final public
performances.  After that we may have some shows to take to area
high-schools in the Autumn.

I have loads of fun stories about the black teeth.  Maybe if Fleenie dances the funky chicken for us I'll tell them to you. 

Since my elder daughter is at camp, and since she is due a bedroom
makeover, Frank and I have been redecorating her room.  Before she
left Misha picked out some really cute mural wallpaper border that has
realistic cats and dogs in cartoon settings.

But if you want to see the close-ups, here are the links: dog wallpaper border
and cat wallpaper border

Coming soon:  pictures of Shari (whoever that is!) in full make-up & costume!  This is production week, so I'm off all the time - not that this is something unusual.

While a picture is worth a thousand words, the picture in the previous entry hasn't told even a portion of the real story.  At the specialist pediatric eye-doctor (and there is only one in the whole state) it was decided that an eye patch for a mere hour a day to improve her 'lazy' eye was not going to help.  On to patching all day.  So, with tongue in cheek, I give you the story behind patching ALL DAY LONG for four weeks. 

Day 1:  The doctor's office has given us two ideas to make patching more fun.  First we'll get stickers and put them on the eye patches and second, we'll make a scrap book of all the patches she's worn.  I've also told her that she'll get a prize when her book fills up.  There is excitement on all fronts... for about 10 minutes.  Realization that an eye patch won't be fun despite the decorative stickers purchased hits hard. 

Day 2:  Eye patch put on upon waking.  There is still some enthusiasm since putting stickers on patches to decorate them is still colorful and interesting.  We take an extra half hour for each errand as Seeta must explain to anyone within hearing distance that she is wearing this to make her eye strong.  This is followed by my interpreting for the lucky 'victim'

Day 3:  Eye patch put on only 1/2 hour after breakfast... oops, let's not forget this thing here!  Some kitty stickers found on back of a chair.  Patch replaced three times within the day.  Those suckers just don't want to stay on!  Either that or someone is sneakily pulling them off to peek (but of course not our girl!)

Day 4:  Much like Day 3.  Fun design eye patches found on-line (oooooh I absolutely love the internet) and purchased.

Day 5:  Loads of attempts to 'peek out' have been foiled (curses!)  Extra tape is purchased and dire threats are given out hourly.

Day 8:  Able to remember to apply patch before lunch time.  Four weeks of decorative stickers used up.  Dad wears eye patch in sympathy (which is especially funny since the junior size only just covers his eye and the 1/2 inch thick of Winnie the Pooh stickers makes him look like a freak.)

Day 10:  Half box of eye patches found 'decorating'  the bedroom door and wall behind the bed.  The supposed month's supply of patches must now be replenished.

Day 14:  Eye patch generally applied before 3 PM.  This event followed by a major temper tantrum from both mother and child.  Father generally found hiding in garage.

Day 17:  Largest dog knocks himself out after running into the door.  Eye patches found glued into facial fur.

Days 20 to 28:  Eye patch forgotten and family happy again.

Day 30:  Visit to eye doctor reveals treatment to ineffective and blinding drops are recommended.

Now, remember that we haven't actually been through days 10 thru 30, but let's just say that I can see the writing on the wall.

Just an update to answer those burning questions...

I have not moved to Canada.  We are looking at some towns just over the border in New Brunswick this week to see what they are like.  If  we move, it will be sometime next year.  You will definitely hear more first.

I have not joined the circus, the NAACP or the Columbian cartel. 
I have been busy with the kids, working, playing and juggling
life.  I guess I fell out of habit here and then looked aghast at
the catching up part.   It's an old story and one I'm sure
you've heard before.

I am alive.  And even well.  I don't think I'll ever be gone forever, just taking extended holiday every third blue moon.

I am in another play with
a new theatre group.  This time I play a crazy drunken
witch.  Nothing new here.  I am also building costumes, sets,
gathering props and working as co-stage manager.  I am having lots
of fun all the while complaining about the work.  Still nothing
new. 

I still visit far too many doctors, even though Seeta is doing
great.  She is attending day camp and insists upon hugging
everyone good bye when she leaves.  My other  kids are at
sleep-over camp and will be gone for at least two more weeks.  It
is (relatively) quiet - aside from the roosters crowing and the odd bear in the back yard.

SO... while I won't be here next week, I plan on stopping back, and THYRIO, I'd love to be able to read ya again (hint, hint.)

Jeepers Creepers!  Where does the time go?  When I last turned around it was only May, now looky here, it's almost August.  I think this is something old people say alot.  I must be really getting old.  Not that I'd admit it.

I sat down today and looked at that huge stack of dishes.  Do I want to get this mess cleaned up - OR choose curtain #2 and go to xanga and do some catching up?

Of course it's a no brainer, I'm here aren't I?  My problem is that because I've been away so long catching up is going to take too long to do.  Instead, I've just headed to my own page and write out what a ditz I've been.  I will/have read some, I just have to get some cobwebs out of my brain before I can comment.

Being A.D.D. I have that problem alot - cobwebbed brain.  As a matter of fact, dusting in general is just an evil chore so I usually avoid it at all costs.  There you have it.  I am likely to be behind on all things all on account of cobwebs in my brain.

So, I'm off to read and (hopefully) comment. ta.