I'll take the headache if it means killer brownies

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.

Fiddler Fatigue... it's a tradition.

I am still feeling fatigue from Fiddler.  Looking back at these photos, it feels like ages ago, but I'm still tired.  I keep wondering when I'm going to get my energy spurt.  Oh Fiddler... it was such a huge part of our lives for four months!  My house is still in need of a major cleanse.  We continue to get around in it, but there are piles an stack places that need to be gone through.  I feel a weight.  I finished my antibiotics today, but I still have pressure in my sinuses.  I wonder if I'm any better.  

I just chatted with Angus.  He went to Vancouver Island this past week.  Oh, I miss the sea.  The altitude out here is tough for me, and it's very dry.  But, oh, it's gorgeous right now.  I know I've been writing this every day, but the GOLD, GOLD GOLD on the hills is stunning.  I'll have to get pics tomorrow before a frost or wind comes up and sends the leaves falling.

Brad and Glenda are getting married this weekend.  - Hope that's special for all.  I bet the leaves are just perfect in Lethbridge, too.

Choir again tonight: well, I was trying to not be too down on myself.  Kelly sure has great pitch so I'm happy to be moved next to her.  The songs are tough, but there's so many of us, it sounds lovely in the resonant old gallery.

I love how the boys snuggle in beside each other with their stuffies under their blankets at night.  They have bunk beds, but they prefer to sleep side by side on one bunk.

I know I should talk more about Fiddler since I posted those pics... but I'm not ready.  It was a lot, and I'm glad it did so well for the theatre, and it's a great story.  And it's done.  We're trying to focus in on what's before us NOW.  But I know Dave and I are both dragging our feet.  Are we just aging?  I'm not sure what to put my finger on.  I still miss Donovan on these long days, but thankfully Weston is thriving.  He's so articulate now.  "Mom, will you please attach this at the tail?"  Oh my.  I'm so sleepy; I should turn in.  Thankfully I've kept up with this blog, even if it's a little every day.