-Watch out, or Angus Bad Eyebrows will blow a hole through your cowboy hat. Donovan and Weston had just viewed a Western animated film and promptly had to enact the dueling scene. Also yesterday, we got to meet Andrew Cooper's friend Stephanie. They came out for supper (waffles and strawberries) between shows and attended the finale of Lettice and Lovage.
I was curious how I would feel about it. First of all it just had tolet it sink in. This morning as I was washing that final gray right out of my hair, I had to keep telling myself: "It's done.
It's done. It's done.
It's done. It's done. It's done and I didn't weep in the show like I thought I would last night. I was more weepy on the Friday night, and during Morris prayer backstage before the show, and earlier in the week. I'm glad I've been processing this change for a while so that it didn't slam me all in one day.
It was good to have the cast over for one final quaff last night. Dave and I stayed up late, of course, but now we are blessed with a surprise. Today and tomorrow are officially days off! We knew that before, but it is just sinking in today after church as we realize there's tons to do, but no immediate deadline/obligations hanging over our heads --and no school for two days for Donovan as well! Yippee!
I miss the trampoline in town. It broke. Sometimes I just want to go out and buy one so we have another activity besides dirt, computers and movies. We have been reading, but both Dave and I get so sleepy these days once we settle in with the boys, that we need more active adventures, just to keep awake.
Davey's really pleased to be Don Quixote in Man of La Mancha. He's in love with the story and enjoying being in a musical once again. It'll be a long haul for him; plus, he has to wear that white stuff in his hair too! Our poor shower drain is going to be clogged with all the shampooing of his long locks.
I've spent the last eight days not eating refined sugar. I know that may not sound like much, but it is a first for me. I am amazed at how many times I had to stop myself going to the pantry or treat cupboard in those idle moments when I wanted a diversion. Must be every 20 minutes! Once I got through the first day and a half, the other days were easier mentally because I just knew I wasn't going to have sugar. (We're talking sweets and treats and things where sugar is in the top 5 ingredients... I did eat bread.) But I could not have made it even through those first 1 1/2 days if I wasn't aware of my Mom joining me and keeping me accountable. Thanks Mom, it made all the difference!
I don't know if it really helped my body; I mean it must have, but I still have a few little tension headaches that came on and off with the barometric pressure shifting with our weather. But none of those tensions escalated into full blown headaches, so that is good. Now... if I can just get some more sleep. But that is not so easy to do with David working all day long and Weston needing some attention. Usually I don't hunker down to write until the boys have gone to bed, and then I stay up late working and am tired in the morning as Dave is off to work again. --Ooo, I am just itching to get typing for my Longfellow play. I have so much more to read and research notes way back from February to input. But I am excited and want to trust that it will begin.
I can take a breath of release now. My responsibilities in Lettice and Lovage are complete. I'm happy to discover that I am no longer sad; it's done and I did well, and it's time for something new. The grass around here is turning green and the dandelions have popped out. They're really cheery and bright.
I do not have any immediate money earning ventures on my horizon, but I have commited to the Passion Play with my boys, so I will write my play this summer in the midst of wife-ing and mothering.
So as I turn my ten gallon gaze at the blistering horizon... my trigger finger twitches by the weapon in my holster... give me the chance and I will write, write, write, write, write. We're living in the wild wild West, after all and you never know when you'll need to defend your honor, win at cards, or chink-chink into a saloon for a little liquid refreshment. I hope to be wise.
Summer for me, has begun!
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