As you may see, I have added a countdown to possession. Noon March 28th.
And as I feel the time begin to tick we have started packing.
Moving is no fun. I love thinking about our new place and planning. But the idea of packing - and worse - unpacking is daunting. (Although I should be in Regina for most of the really awful unpacking of those last boxes).
I do have good news - The Globe Theatre has allowed me Sunday off and I can be home for the Sunday Monday of the weekend move.
Decorating ideas have been flowing since we got the house. I think we have decided on Sage and brown for the living room. The long, large wall of the living room will be Behr 400F-6 grasshopper wing (terrible name), and the other two side walls and the entry/stairs/bathroom wall would be Behr 740C-2 Oat Straw. I think that with brown couches and brown, blue and sage accessories it should look nice. I haven't decided on the window coverings, but probably a nice pattern or solid brown with a sage band.
The kitchen has terribly orange oak cabinets which I will change at the earliest convenience (real wood so a little elbow grease and stain should do the trick). It also has terrible Blue counter tops (I think it is close to Southern Evening 550D-7). To start I think we will paint all of the walls the Oat Straw from the living room and see what to do from there. I really like Mountain Elk 740D-6. I think we can't choose a colour for the kitchen without knowing if we are changing the cabinets now or later and the counter top. If we can afford the cost of a new counter top and the time for the cabinets then the colour should be easy. But if we have to keep the counter top I am not sure what to do. I also like Blue Fox 540E-3 but am not sure I want to bring out the blue of the counter. The kitchen may need to be sat in for a bit to make colour decisions.
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Monday, February 25, 2008
Tuesday, February 19, 2008
Enchanted April
The show has opened and it is time to relax. These are the promotional pics I pulled off the website. It is a beautiful show. These two ladies are going through the motions in their life. They both have unhappy, childless marriages shortly after WWI. They attend the same ladies club and happen to read the same advertisment to rent a Castle in Nothern Italy To those who appreciate wisteria and sunshine...
After secretly corresponding with the owner they learn that it will be 60 pounds for the month of april and will need travelling companions, unhappy ladies, like ourselves, perhaps in greater need than ourselves. They place an advertisment and recieve two replies - they young socialite who enjoy cognac and dancing and the old, cranky lady who knew Tennyson and likes nuts.
The four ladies are lined up, they have met with the charming castle owner and have told their husbands they are going without them. Our two ladies get on a train to Italy and close the first act questioning their decision.
Act II stars with they craky old lady mistreating the cook while the socialite lounges on the terrace. Our two ladies race from their room in their nightgowns to start their adventure and their relationships with the other ladies.
After nine days the lady who started the whole thing reveals that she has written to her husband and invited him. This causes conflict with the ladies and we learn more about each of their pasts. Our two ladies have a heart to heart, we learn that one has lost a child. They return to tell the other ladies that both of their husbands will be joinin them at the castle.
The old cranky ladies cries out that men were not a part of our arrangement, that she would invite a guest, Kate Lumly, and she would see to no men - just as the very charming owner arrives to check on his guests. He dotes on the ladies and wins even cranky pants over.
As the husbands arrive it is revealed that on of the husbands is having an affair with socialite. All is revealed in a very funny event.
The final scene ties all of the stories up. The old lady has warmed up and becomes the match maker between the socialite and the owner.
The ladies share a kind moment together to reflect on their stay.
After secretly corresponding with the owner they learn that it will be 60 pounds for the month of april and will need travelling companions, unhappy ladies, like ourselves, perhaps in greater need than ourselves. They place an advertisment and recieve two replies - they young socialite who enjoy cognac and dancing and the old, cranky lady who knew Tennyson and likes nuts.
The four ladies are lined up, they have met with the charming castle owner and have told their husbands they are going without them. Our two ladies get on a train to Italy and close the first act questioning their decision.
Act II stars with they craky old lady mistreating the cook while the socialite lounges on the terrace. Our two ladies race from their room in their nightgowns to start their adventure and their relationships with the other ladies.
After nine days the lady who started the whole thing reveals that she has written to her husband and invited him. This causes conflict with the ladies and we learn more about each of their pasts. Our two ladies have a heart to heart, we learn that one has lost a child. They return to tell the other ladies that both of their husbands will be joinin them at the castle.
The old cranky ladies cries out that men were not a part of our arrangement, that she would invite a guest, Kate Lumly, and she would see to no men - just as the very charming owner arrives to check on his guests. He dotes on the ladies and wins even cranky pants over.
As the husbands arrive it is revealed that on of the husbands is having an affair with socialite. All is revealed in a very funny event.
The final scene ties all of the stories up. The old lady has warmed up and becomes the match maker between the socialite and the owner.
The ladies share a kind moment together to reflect on their stay. And the show finishes as it began with our lady delivering straight to the audience - the wisteria would return next april, we all would infact. And there would be a wedding, a new child and Kate Lumly.
There is a beautiful curtain call with cognac, sunset and the love between all of them put to music.
It is a beautiful show. Not only visually but the story make you hug your spouse.
There is a beautiful curtain call with cognac, sunset and the love between all of them put to music.It is a beautiful show. Not only visually but the story make you hug your spouse.Monday, February 11, 2008
64 hours
It has been another tech week. Those weeks are really long. And this one wasn't even that bad. I put in 64 hours this week - and that is really low for most shows. Two days in the rehearsal hall doing runs and last minute stuff. Then we had to move all of the props and furniture down to the stage and re-organize. And then four 12 hour days of adding in lights, sound and effects. But I am glad that it is done.
This show has an actress that shall remain nameless, let's just call her the Queen (I do). She is a bit demanding of my time. I have my own job description that does not include slave of the actors, in fact there are 21 pages in the Canadian Theatre Agreement that acts as my general contract - and none of those pages include the word slave. On Saturday she walked off stage where I was to receive her prop (and reset it during a scene change). She then pulled her hat pin and held it out for me to catch - if I wouldn't have stuck out my hand I am sure she would have dropped it. Then she handed me her hat and pressed her jacket into me so that I had no choice but to grab it. I nicely said "Ok, let me show you where you can hang this up" "No. That's okay". With no other choice I hung it up. She followed me over to the wardrobe area and asked me where the mirrors where (she had been given a tour of the space already). I said "The mirrors are right beside the hooks that you can hang your jaket and hat on".
Yesterday she didn't hand her stuff to me, but put it down on my props area - not the correct place. If she had a quick change I would be more than happy to accomodate - but she has ten minutes. That is just one example of the way she has made me her slave.
This show has an actress that shall remain nameless, let's just call her the Queen (I do). She is a bit demanding of my time. I have my own job description that does not include slave of the actors, in fact there are 21 pages in the Canadian Theatre Agreement that acts as my general contract - and none of those pages include the word slave. On Saturday she walked off stage where I was to receive her prop (and reset it during a scene change). She then pulled her hat pin and held it out for me to catch - if I wouldn't have stuck out my hand I am sure she would have dropped it. Then she handed me her hat and pressed her jacket into me so that I had no choice but to grab it. I nicely said "Ok, let me show you where you can hang this up" "No. That's okay". With no other choice I hung it up. She followed me over to the wardrobe area and asked me where the mirrors where (she had been given a tour of the space already). I said "The mirrors are right beside the hooks that you can hang your jaket and hat on".
Yesterday she didn't hand her stuff to me, but put it down on my props area - not the correct place. If she had a quick change I would be more than happy to accomodate - but she has ten minutes. That is just one example of the way she has made me her slave.
Sunday, February 03, 2008
Daily Challenge
It started Wednesday night. At 3am the fire strobe in our bedroom started flashing, followed by en extremely loud beeping. I was up and out of bed so fast. I was fully dressed and headed for my shoes and Logan had his jeans in his hand. My first thought was get out. We are on the 12th floor - we are on our own. (He went straight to the window to look for smoke and then the door to smell, but seemingly not in a hurry to get out.)
As I was ready to leave him behind the alarm shut off. I, of coarse, was shaken and certainly not going to sleep any time soon. I was wide awake through Logan's alarm at 4am. When I finally fell asleep again it was short lived. At 5:30am it went off again for about 4 rings, and again every ten minutes for at least an hour.
From this I have realized that fire is my fear. I always knew I was afraid of fire - but if everyone has that one fear - that is mine! I have been since I saw the baby-sitting video where they drop a cigarette butt in the garbage and the whole house is up in flames in less than 4 minutes. And made worse when we were in our old apartment and the alarm went off in the middle of the night and it was a bell that was so quiet once all of our doors were closed that we didn't know what was going on. And then Logan brought home photos of a fire he witnessed that took out three houses in less than 10 minutes.
(It ended up being a water pipe burst in the basement of the other building, it flooded the elevator and either the decrease in pressure in the sprinkler pipe or the flooding of the elevator set off the alarm).
Thursday.
Stef was to pick up Auntie Shelley and Uncle Gord from the airport. She called Logan on the way to say her battery light came on. And then 10 minutes later to say that her car wouldn't start again now that she parked. Logan called me, I picked him up and we went to save the day. We boosted her car with the new booster pack from Lorne and Janet for Christmas and thought we were on our way. We got to the intersection and she stalled in the middle! We crossed three lanes of stopped traffic to boost her again and pull her off the road. Our plan was to drive the car to a near by Canadian Tire and fix it the next day. It didn't move again. So we piled Stef, Uncle Gord, Auntie Shelley, their luggage, Stef's school and over night bag and Logan and I into our Jetta and drove them home. Half way through this trip our car started acting up. Upon taking it (and Stef's car) in - we were told that a bit of tube disconnected and sprayed oil everywhere. Sounds like a little fix - but it got everywhere, which means we had to replace all sorts of filters and the labour to clean it etc. $850.
Friday.
Stef, Tyler and Cris came over to have some tea and hang out. While sitting around I motioned toward a electrical outlet (that we never use) that had appeared to change colour all of a sudden the day before. I touched it and it was screaming hot. I called the resident manager right away. He said turn off the breaker and write up a work order Saturday. We looked for the right one but flipping the ones label to do so - did not. We had to turn out all of the power in the living space to get it to turn off. I called him back to say that it had turned off all of the light. His response was "it shouldn't". Thanks tips! The boys - not satisfied - cracked out the ole flash light and multi tool. Once they pulled out the plug they saw that it was terribly melted and the wires were black. Tyler said that if the manager didn't come up right now to cap off these wires he would call the fire department becuase this was certainly a fire waiting to happen. Very reluctantly, and a little angry, he came up and capped the wires so we could turn the power back on.
Didn't really help the fire fear!
As I was ready to leave him behind the alarm shut off. I, of coarse, was shaken and certainly not going to sleep any time soon. I was wide awake through Logan's alarm at 4am. When I finally fell asleep again it was short lived. At 5:30am it went off again for about 4 rings, and again every ten minutes for at least an hour.
From this I have realized that fire is my fear. I always knew I was afraid of fire - but if everyone has that one fear - that is mine! I have been since I saw the baby-sitting video where they drop a cigarette butt in the garbage and the whole house is up in flames in less than 4 minutes. And made worse when we were in our old apartment and the alarm went off in the middle of the night and it was a bell that was so quiet once all of our doors were closed that we didn't know what was going on. And then Logan brought home photos of a fire he witnessed that took out three houses in less than 10 minutes.
(It ended up being a water pipe burst in the basement of the other building, it flooded the elevator and either the decrease in pressure in the sprinkler pipe or the flooding of the elevator set off the alarm).
Thursday.
Stef was to pick up Auntie Shelley and Uncle Gord from the airport. She called Logan on the way to say her battery light came on. And then 10 minutes later to say that her car wouldn't start again now that she parked. Logan called me, I picked him up and we went to save the day. We boosted her car with the new booster pack from Lorne and Janet for Christmas and thought we were on our way. We got to the intersection and she stalled in the middle! We crossed three lanes of stopped traffic to boost her again and pull her off the road. Our plan was to drive the car to a near by Canadian Tire and fix it the next day. It didn't move again. So we piled Stef, Uncle Gord, Auntie Shelley, their luggage, Stef's school and over night bag and Logan and I into our Jetta and drove them home. Half way through this trip our car started acting up. Upon taking it (and Stef's car) in - we were told that a bit of tube disconnected and sprayed oil everywhere. Sounds like a little fix - but it got everywhere, which means we had to replace all sorts of filters and the labour to clean it etc. $850.
Friday.
Stef, Tyler and Cris came over to have some tea and hang out. While sitting around I motioned toward a electrical outlet (that we never use) that had appeared to change colour all of a sudden the day before. I touched it and it was screaming hot. I called the resident manager right away. He said turn off the breaker and write up a work order Saturday. We looked for the right one but flipping the ones label to do so - did not. We had to turn out all of the power in the living space to get it to turn off. I called him back to say that it had turned off all of the light. His response was "it shouldn't". Thanks tips! The boys - not satisfied - cracked out the ole flash light and multi tool. Once they pulled out the plug they saw that it was terribly melted and the wires were black. Tyler said that if the manager didn't come up right now to cap off these wires he would call the fire department becuase this was certainly a fire waiting to happen. Very reluctantly, and a little angry, he came up and capped the wires so we could turn the power back on.
Didn't really help the fire fear!
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