The good news is that Weston is on antibiotics and his fever has gone down. The not so good news is that he is still having trouble hearing. Sometimes I think he's not listening and then I realize he just can't hear me. It's quite an adjustment. And it's troubling, but all we know to do is wait. It was overcast at times today which was deceiving because it was really warm so I still felt tired and muggy. Yesterday was Canada Day and we were all up pretty late.
Nate brought by some killer brownies and he and Kelsey and Dave and I watched the fifth installment of Cranford. (the wonderful BBC mini-series based on Elizabeth Gaskell novels.) I bawled my eyes out and loved it. I'm really liking this dessert/movie habit. With a miniseries you only have to watch for one hour at a time so it's easier to rationalize into your evening than a full length movie.
I'm in a struggle spot with my play. It has so much poetry and great quotes that I'm not sure where to create the conflict and still follow my story line. I'm feeling troubled. I hope to have a reading sometime this month so I can have a draft ready for August 1.
We've had a few welcome days off from the Passion Play so we can get the coughs and fatigue out of us before tech week. It'll be a doosey the next two weekends, etc. - the boys have no idea.
Dave is working hard on his playwriting class too. We have to keep checking in with one another to get writing time... now if we can just find some together time.
It seems as though we're far into summer now, even though Donovan just finished school last week. Everything is leafed and green and it seems time to look ahead. Suddenly my "summer writing time" is feeling a bit rushed and I wince. I really am proud to be the champion of this story, but I really feel the weight of such a complicated task. Once I get about 40 minutes in, I start to get assertive and it usually works out for the better, but for some reason it is always a hurdle to get to that brave place. Especially when I already have it roughed in; somehow changing things feels riskier than creating from scratch.
I'm looking forward to going down to Oregon in August. It'll still be busy down there, but a nice change. I won't be doing as much writing and I'll attend the Gutenberg Summer Institute and a few plays at Ashland, but best of all it's at home with family. I hope I can get the boys into day camp.
Dave and I are a little concerned with our cash flow right now with that trip on the horizon, etc. It's strange how my mind wanders into other ideas for making money: the old "Elizabeth's Scones" breakfast stand?, lemonade and cookie stand like the boys?, get a grant to write my play? It's a strange feeling to be working five days a week on a big theatre project, but not receiving any income.
My other struggle is with the tension in my head. I still have this hacking cough and a lot of fluid in my sinuses. It makes for the possibility of a tension headache almost any day. I wish I could get back to walking... but that would mean getting up earlier, and that would mean, getting to bed earlier, and that would mean less gatherings with friends eating mammoth home made killer brownies. Hummm....
I guess I'm doing OK.
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