Friday, September 04, 2015

Dares BEARS.....

in dem dare NEIGHBORHOOD!!!!!!!!!  (translation: there are bears in my neighborhood!)

okay, they found one cub about a mile from my house...but where there are cubs there are momma bears...usually.  We still don't know where momma is.  Baby was caught and taken to a rehab center where he'll be fattened up and snuck into a hibernation den in a few months to wake up and wonder "whut now?"

Apparently the word is that last winter froze the berry bushes so the bears are hungry.  There have been 8 caught closer to the mountains and one in my friend's neighborhood...which is totally odd because she's pretty much in the all human part of town.  At least "our bear" could follow the gulch to where he was picked up.

I've always said that "I don't run, unless there's a bear chasing me.  So it is a good thing I live where there aren't any bears!"  Now it looks like I'm gonna have to move.  sigh

well at least I no longer have to worry about meeting a bear on the walking trails... because I bought a treadmill.  Unfortunately, the trauma from getting the treadmill into my house has me not using it yet.  That and I also have to adjust the belt and that's just effort!  :p

In other news:  Darly finished up Fiddler on the Roof Aug 16th.  Then took a tiny break...

Aug 29th - Audition workshop
Sept 1st - Audition for Broadway Musical Review
Sept 2nd - Audition for "Improv" show  (that's in quotes because I don't think that means what they think it means)
Sept 3rd - rehearse for her standing improv show
Sept 4th - work on picking song for Musical Review
Sept 5th - Improv show


The Audition workshop was just as I suspected...a great big LONG ad for acting classes with this group.  But for FREE what can you expect?  At least we came away with some useful tips.

The musical review audition went well - but today we have to run over for a bit more work on picking a perfect song for Darly...the director wants to match her voice up perfectly.

The "Improv" show...hummm well first they asked folks to prepare a monologue, but never had them do it.  Then they provided way too much for the bits...almost an entire script.  It was weird.  and they seem to think that a 5 hour long performance will be all short form improv.  Like I said ...I don't think it means what they think it means. 

Improv rehearsal (see we know what improv is!) - I had to leave Darly to go pick up DH at the airport, so I don't know too much of what went on, but they had fun getting ready for the show.  BTW:  you can't really rehearse just run a version of the games so you can fit the suggestions into it.

and in a bit we'll be off to go work on that music piece for the Musical Review.  Hopefully she didn't fall asleep in the shower!

Monday, August 17, 2015

Show's what?

We finished up Fiddler last night and struck* the theater (*strike - remove everything we brought to the theater and return back to it's original state as much as we can).  Darly & I are both so very tired.  I woke up two hours ago but now feel as if I could go nap for another 5 hours or so.  ergh!

Saturday night I heard from the director of the film that Darly was cast in.  He had recast the role of Tony and wanted to shoot Darly's scene today at 9:30, an hour away from where we live.  sigh!
We decided to decline the role...let me count the ways...
  1. Going into this project we knew that the only payment would be if the film made money.  So we accepted for just the film credit.  (meaning: we only expected for Darly's name to be listed in the film's credits.)
  2. Darly was cast into a very small role in the film because of her look.  The cast is mainly Latino with a very few Anglo parts.
  3. The script is very short (less than 100 pages) but the writer/director/producer is a film student and is used to writing much shorter so he felt it was very long.
  4. The story is, well let's just say it isn't something that is going to have the same appeal at the box office as say um *insert movie title that you wished you hadn't paid to see here*
  5. The project has faced a lot of setbacks.  Mostly due to the inexperience of our "fearless leader."  I am pretty sure that he STILL has not secured a location for his interiors.
  6. Originally, filming was going to take place before tech week for Fiddler.  Due to setbacks and recasting filming was pushed back several times...including to have a filming day during tech week.  Luckily the new Tony couldn't make it as it was going to be difficult for us to film that day.
  7. The locations that the team has come up with so far all all about an hour away from where we live.  (note: no pay)
  8. Darly got a last minute job a few weeks ago that actually paid, so the desire to have a film credit on her resume isn't as pressing...and that film will actually be seen by people as it was produced for educational use.
  9. When we went for the read through, that became not a true read through because 1. only part of the cast could be there and 2. our "fearless leader" decided to turn it into a teaching moment to share his newly gained education with the cast...who were all more experienced than he was.  :-/
  10. While some of the cast members had more film experience, it seemed from the reading that was able to happen that Darly was the best trained actor there.  The director loved everything that she did and was trying to figure out how to expand Darly's role.
After the read through, Darly was less enthused to be a part of this production.  She was willing to still do the role if the filming took place on the 10th.  When that fell through she was looking for a way to get out of the role.  So when the director suggested filming on the 23rd, I sent back some pretty hard to meet time constraints with the suggestion that if we couldn't do it then we would have to drop out.  So Saturday when we got the email to film today (17th) at such an early hour we decided that nope, we're too tired and done to continue with this.

Auditions for the next musical got pushed back, so we're happy to not have to audition a day of rest is needed.  :D

But now I'm looking for our next project.  Future shows with the theater company that did Fiddler have not yet been set.  Shows with the other big theaters in town aren't all that interesting to we're looking at smaller theaters. 

Maybe I should just go nap.  ;) 

Friday, August 07, 2015

Busy Acting Summer - Funny how that works out

You may remember a while back we were having fun with what to audition for.  And then how Darly got into Fiddler on the Roof     discount code 18TOLIFE if you would like to come and see it!

For the most part we've been in the grove of going to rehearsals and learning the part.  They decided to just rent the costumes for this show because this show is different from anything this theater group has done before and they have limited storage space for I haven't been working on costumes.  Instead I'll be working back stage for this show, moving sets between scenes.

This theater company does their rehearsals on different days, so it has meant less time with hubby and our dog.  We've been eating out a lot more.  However, since I haven't been actively working on anything during the rehearsals, I've been walking with one of the other moms...hopefully that will cancel out all the extra calories?

While all this has been going on, I've been keeping an eye out for other opportunities for Darly and found a film for her to try for.  She got in and has a small part that will hopefully start filming this weekend (they've had a few set backs).  I am kinda hoping that he ends up pushing production to the week of the 17th now because this was originally supposed to get filmed this week and now is running into tech week for Fiddler.

Then while at rehearsal on Tuesday, Darly got an offer to do another film...on Thursday!  The gal who told us about it was originally asked Tuesday for her daughters to be in it, but they were already busy.  So yesterday Darly and her friend spent the day at a high school pretending to be high school the background. 

Darly has mixed feelings about doing film work.  While it is quick with filming only taking a few days, it is rather tedious because you have to repeat the same scene over and over so filming can happen from different angles.  I'm sure this one she is about to film will be worse as it is a very small production crew.  But after yesterday she says that she isn't opposed to doing more film work, but she would rather stick with theater.

Once Fiddler strikes (is over and all the properties returned) Darly will be auditioning for another play.  We've been told that she's guaranteed a part, we just have to hope it's the one she really wants.  I am also hopeful that the rehearsal schedule changes to something that works out better for our family.

Monday, July 27, 2015

getting all nostalgic

So Bone was posting lovely stories of his childhood and recently someone on Facebook was asking folks to tag their friends from when they were 8 years old.  Remembering the old days is kinda fun so here goes...

My best friend when I was 8 years old was Leigh.  We met when I was 4, she was 5.  My family had just moved into our first house and my cat Michael had gotten I caught him in Leigh's yard.  And as a kid you make friends when you have proximity...we were close in age and location.  And at first all things were great, but as I have learned as an adult really stinks when the adults don't get along. 

My mom didn't like Leigh's mom so she didn't really want me and my brothers to be friends with their family... (another proximity thing...Leigh also had the same number of younger brothers...all of our ages almost lining up!)  It was pretty difficult to keep us apart though because of us living right there.  Especially when we could be together all we wanted to at school.  ;)

Leigh's house was two houses down from mine... there was an old retired couple (The Gardners) in the house between ours.  The Gardners HATED that we used to run across their yard to go and see each other.  ("Hey you kids!  Stay off my lawn!")  and with 8 kids running back and forth, who can really blame them.  In an effort to mollify the Gardners my parents offered to put up a fence around the Gardners yard if we could combine our backyards to give my mom more room for her dogs.  We would of course clean up after the dogs, but the Gardners would have a fence out the front yard that would prevent us kids from running across the front yards to go see each other.
Well the back yard fence didn't last all that long because the Gardners were forgetful and kept leaving the gate open, letting our dogs get out.  So my father ripped up all the fence around their yard and moved it over to just our property line.

Leigh and I would be together all day during the summer.  I had a bike, she didn't.  So we shared my bike with one of us on the handle bars and the other pedaling.  We would ride around the block for hours taking turns.  On the other side of Leigh's house was this girl Lydia.  She was a few years younger than us, but we still hung out because her mother gave us a bunch of her old skirts to play dress up with and we had this cool story of how we were all princesses and had handsome princes to marry in our "gowns" (those skirts!)  So we would plan over and over our weddings, making honeysuckle wreaths for our hair.

In the years that my mom totally banned me from playing with Leigh... we played at Lydia's house. 

This lasted forever ...or until Leigh got to the 9th grade in school.  That was officially high school in our town. 

When we first moved to this town there were 3 schools... the elementary school for K-6th grades, the Jr High School for 7-9th grades and then the High School.  The Jr High School was pretty new when we moved there, but around the time I was in 5th grade or so it was burned down.  The story went that the drunk father of a Jr High student was at the school.  He couldn't read (this was a poor town in the south where many people didn't get a chance to go to school and apparently this father was one of those.)  He set fire to a book and left it to burn down the building.  Since the school district couldn't afford a new building (oh our fire department was all volunteer so the fire was out of control before they could get to it) they did a shift of grades... the kids who were already at the Jr High's grades were moved into the High School building and then each year those grades were moved over to the Elementary at first there was elementary + 7th grade and then the next year 8th grade was added and the name of the school was changed to Town Elementary & Jr High.  9th grade stayed at the High School.

When Leigh entered the 9th grade she decided that she was not too old to "play with babies" and ditched me as her bff.  #childhoodisrough  Don't worry too much, I made a new bff Susan that year.

The summer before my 9th grade year is when my mom (who had divorced my father) took us to live with her in I never saw Leigh again.  I learned years later that Leigh's parents had also divorced (note: Leigh's mom liked to copy everything that my mom did which is why my mom didn't like her) and Leigh with her mom moved to Texas.  The moving to Texas story didn't come from very reliable sources, so who knows what really happened to her.

We had old neighbors on the other side of us that we used to irritate as well.  And our town was so small that we could ride our bikes everywhere...library, bank, B&B grocery store for a bag of chips and a coke (generic term for all carbonated beverages...not just that brand). 

I've kept tabs on my old hometown using Google maps.  The town apparently grew a significant bit and then everyone seemed to move away.  My old street and "stomping grounds" look way different now...even the old grocery store is gone's a garage the last time I checked.  Sigh!

Saturday, June 27, 2015

That's not art!

Today Darly & I went to an Art & Craft "festival"

We headed over pretty late so I parked a bit further from the "festival" than we had to so I could get us a spot in the shade.  It was kinda hot out but not too unbearable...there were lots of bunnies to see on the way.

We get to the "festival" and start looking around.  First off, well the "festival" is all contained in part of just one parking lot.  Hummm not much of a festival in my book.  We had a lot more art to look at when they did Parker Days two weeks ago.  The first booth we come to is a food surprise there.  There were 3 in a row and it is clear the organizers expected crowds to be a lot larger than there were.  There was also a tented "stage" area for live music.  (music should probably also be in quotes, but that's kinda mean.  ;)   )

There were several booths that contained items that were clearly NOT arts or crafts.  I had to fight the urge to ask "did you make these?"... of course I know that they didn't make the books or toys as I have been to these distributor parties before.  :p

We didn't see any art or craft that we needed or like very much.  We probably walked a bit too fast but the walk to and from the "festival" took us longer.  But it had bunnies, so that was cool!

We then headed to Walmart to get more yarn for me to make some crafts with. 

Thursday, June 25, 2015

We're still alive!

Sorry for the dramatic title and I'm also sorry that there are no pictures.  :(  Once you hear the story you'll understand why.

Tuesday I went to the basement to search for some yarn so I had something to work on during Darly's activities...she had voice lessons AND rehearsal that day.

When I go to reach for my yarn what should I see?

In my basement?

A SNAKE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Okay breathe... it was just a small garden snake.  about a food long and no bigger around than your thumb. 

First question:  HOW DID IT GET IN HERE????  no idea (still!)

Second question:  HOW IN THE WORLD AM I GOING TO GET IT OUT OF HERE?????  especially since we had to leave for Darly's voice lesson.

Darly came down and we tried to get the snake, but it crawled under a cabinet before we could catch him and we had to we just had to hope that we could find him when we got back.

I grabbed some yarn and we left.

When we returned the snake was in a sunny spot near the window.  GOOD!  easy to find.

But it was in the set of wire cube shelves.  BAD!  easy for him to get away again.  SIGH!

So I went to the garage and got some snake catching tools...  leather work gloves (in case he bites!), a plastic child snow shovel (why do we still have this???) and a bucket to put him in.

I used several items from the basement to block the snake from escaping again...we also tried to get the snake to come out into the open...but the snake wasn't that dumb.

The snake went behind the wire shelves.  sigh

So I moved the shelves and a bunch of other stuff.  Luckily the floor where the snake ended up was very cold, so he wasn't in the mood to move very fast.

Eventually I was able to use... none of the snake catching equipment I had brought... I took a plastic shoe box and put it over the snake.  Then I took a part from some scrapbooking storage thingy a friend gave us to scoop up the snake alike you do with a bug, glass & cardboard.

The dubbed Melvin was witness relocated (after many yells at Lilly to get out of my way) to the strawberry patch of my garden.  He didn't seem all that upset by his move once he got there.  But I haven't seen him since.

In other news it has been storming like crazy here (perhaps the reason Melvin sought shelter in our house?), lots of warnings of bad things, but so far just rain.

Monday, June 22, 2015

Who can it be now?

Yesterday at Church I overheard one of the other women mentioning that she didn't finish a project because she was interrupted by a phone call.  This got me thinking about our culture...

I remember as a kid that every time the phone would ring it would 99% of the time be for you and only some times be the wrong number.  It would also be a call that was important to you and NOT someone on the other end trying to sell you anything or take your money.

My how things have changed.

I remember as a teenager that the calls became more frequent because sales calls started up.  My mom hated these calls so much that she made me become her answering service.  I would have to answer the call and let her know who and why the caller was on the line...of course if it was a sales call I would simply tell them that my mother wasn't available and hang up.

Sales calls started getting pushier back then as businesses hired folks to do nothing but call and sell their products and the lively hood of these poor folks depended on them selling.  So sales folk started asking when my mother would be available to take the call.  Back then saying the truth (NEVER!) was considered rude so I had to invent some lie to get them off the phone.

Eventually we got an answering machine and screened our calls.  They still called, but we didn't have to answer. 

When it was just mom & me living together I put the outgoing message on our machine the chorus to a BeeGee's song "I've just gotta get a message to you... hold on...hold on..."  Unfortunately that lasted all of a week because my mom's friends complained that they didn't know who they were calling.  I thought it was quite clever and her friends should have been smart enough to know that only one person that they are calling would have such a message...the HUGE BeeGee's fan.  oh well

Years later we got caller ID and this was wonderful because our friends no longer had to wait through the answering machine to get though.

But those pushy businesses and scammers started getting sneaky and changing their caller ID... and then everyone and their brother got a cell phone and caller ID went out the window.  So back to letting the answering machine do the screening.

My husband got upset with me for "being rude" and not answering calls from numbers I didn't know.  But when he would answer and try to get rid of the caller he quickly picked up on how difficult it was getting to get them to understand the word NO.  He doesn't answer as much anymore.  The last call he picked up they asked for me and it turned out to be a political survey.  I hung up and rolled my eyes at him.

It is clear to me that for now, the callers are relying on folks still considering the phone call to be important to them.

However, that isn't happening at my house.  If you are lucky enough to have my phone number, expect that I won't answer it.

Sorry, not sorry.

BUSTED!!! ???

Friday I received a call from School Public (this is what my caller ID said).  I didn't answer this call because:
1) I don't answer the phone for any number that I don't for my friends using cell phones, start to leave a message and I'll pick up, because YES, I'm LURKING!  The phone is right in front of me!
2) I don't have any child in public schools so there shouldn't be any reason for them to be calling me!
3) In the past when I HAVE been called by the public schools it has been the elementary school that's just across the way and not related to me at all (I didn't answer that one either!)

Back to this goes to the answering machine and roughly it says this is Mrs Blahblah calling because my child "Jason" (I don't remember the exact name, but it was a boy's name) was absent from school and I needed to call them back about it.

Okay, you may have picked up on this... I don't have a boy child!  and again, I don't have any child in the public school system.  It is summer, so the missing child must be part of the summer school program.  So I didn't call back.

But I did do some googling and found that the number was from a elementary school in the northern part of the next city over from me.

I figured that when they school didn't receive the call back that they were looking for that they would do some research on their own to find out 1) checking that they dialed the correct number.  2) googling the number to see if it goes with the child.

apparently they didn't do any of that because today I got another call!

So I let it go to the machine to verify that it was the same school (stranger things have happened!) and picked up... I immediately said "You have the wrong number."

The gal on the phone said "what?"

I repeated that "you have the wrong number.  I don't live in "your town", I live in "my town." 

I could hear the dawning in her voice (that she had been duped) ... she thanked me for letting her know and we ended the call.

I imagine the scenario at the school... if the child is there today he is called in to explain himself...and if the child is not home some internet searching to find out all they can about him.

I'm guessing that this child gave the school the wrong number and ditched school.  It is possible that the child had tried to give the school the number that is close to mine that now belongs to a local Subway shop, but either way, the number isn't the one attached to his parent.

I would "love" to know the rest of this story...sort of.  Actually, no, don't bother me.