The forecast seems a little bleak for the weekend and early next week. A little break with some tea to warm the old bones is in order. Evidently it is time to go to the grocery store and buy milk and bread. I still don’t understand why Atlantans buy bread and milk when there’s the threat of winter weather, but hey, when in Rome….
Perhaps you’ve noticed that my posts have been limited, and pretty lame. I don’t know why that happens when I am doing other writing and stuff, but it seems to be in cycles. Whatever. Get over it–I sure have. I am thinking about returning to posting sarcastic and mean stuff at the other blog, and saving this one for my rational self.
Anyway, thought I’d share about this incredibly demanding distraction. Last year while working on That Catholic Show, I collaborated on an episode with one of the catechists at church. She wanted an episode about confirmation and I told her she’d have to help me with it if she was going to be making requests. It turned out to be a neat episode that wasn’t produced, but led to some other collaborations because it turns out we worked pretty well together.
[Let me interrupt a moment and point out that if you’re not listening to The Catholics Next Door on Sirius/XM, then you are losers–Greg and Jennifer are hysterical. And serious. And wonderfully entertaining. And expecting a baby any minute now!]
As I was saying, it led to some other things, and we recently wrote a dinner theater play for the Haiti Humanitarian Fund. It was hard at first because I didn’t have Greg telling me that the play sucked and go back and do it again, but I would read it out loud to the wall and pretend he was making distasteful faces, and found my rhythm. Thanks Greg–even imaginary Greg is a demanding guy. Ha!
Tonight is the dress rehearsal and sound check, and tomorrow night is the dinner. I hope it is well-received but have the security of knowing that even if it flops, the audience will be nice and donate to the medical mission. Still, insecurity abounds. Let me just say that I prefer to write over directing. More on this later this weekend when I post some pictures.