Jumping through the hoops

Yes.

Wildly uncomfortable, but it will get easier, I think, over time.  I've changed my life how many times?  You just have to keep putting yourself out there until the new becomes your life.  No other way.

A friend offered to take me to dinner, so I emailed my choir director to tell him I wouldn't be there, he said, "Happy Birthday."  Met my friend downtown, near the theatre, and went after.  Glad I did it.  Felt kinda' stupid, but...c'est la vie.  Kinda' fun to see how it all works though (14/48 festival.)  Playwrights just got the theme, and have to have a 10 minute (or less) play by 8 am tomorrow.  Meet directors at 9 am, actors at 9:45, musicians at 10.  Whole thing goes up for an audience at 8 pm tomorrow night.  7 plays.  I don't know how directors and actors are assigned, they hadn't done that by the time I left.  I went and tried to take pictures.  The scene is warm, but the camera shoots it really cold and greenish.  I don't like it.

Started to jump through the hoops that'll get me to the general auditions (fingers crossed.)  Sign up starts next week.  I joined TPS (still need a head shot and to upload a bio) and I made more specific contact with potential coach.  She gave me ideas of where to look for monologues, so I'll start doing that as soon as I finish this.  Not a lot of time.  Prelim auditions are in February, and if I get in, I'll have to do one of those, so need to have the monologues ready within the next month.  I get two minutes, you don't go over.

Here's a picture (best of the bunch):

How it generally shot, Jan 9/L Herlevi 2014

What it looked like, Jan 9/L Herlevi 2014

All afternoon at a car show

Looking back, I see a massive wave of humanity stretching for the couple of miles of the car show when I reached one end of it. After I dropped my film off I spent a few hours wandering around in the hot sun, hot pavement, heat reflecting off of all the shiny metal. My favorite sights were the travel trailers (USA made) from the 1930's and the tiny German cars from the 1950's, one of which opened up from the very front. Almost shot another entire roll of film on the Holga, thought it'd be boring if they were all car shots, I wanted dog pictures, no good reason for that. One temp thing said 93 degrees, and the official ones say 85. I might be a little sunburned, camera and film got quite hot. Now waiting for wash to finish so I can put it outside to dry. I don't think I have enough quarters to use dryer, and it's too hot in the house anyway. Was wanting to meet up with friends tonight and tomorrow night. Tonight will kinda' depend on where, tomorrow, I have no excuse: it's close enough to the exit interview.

Ate posole (didn't burn my mouth) without thinking that it was already hot enough without it. Really like it. There was a slight breeze there, too. But still, was sweating buckets: the air was hot, and the soup was hot as well as spicy. Feel pretty good now though. Crud, can't remember when he said film would be ready. Either Wednesday or Friday, Thursday is a holiday. I'll have to take off of work to pick it up, or borrow a car, they close at 5 pm. Still waiting. Sitting in the basement, lights off, windows open and listening to KEXP and the continual drone of passing cars quickly heading toward the freeway only to get stuck in traffic there. It's a Guadalcanal Diary song moment. (Oh, I guess they were actually from Marietta, Georgia, but were generally said to be from Athens at the time.) Six degrees of separation, but this is the only Journey song I like: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OMD8hBsA-RI (Faithfully.) Can't remember which song linked to this one.

Ended up going to West Seattle to meet with some friends from high school. Thankfully, two of them insisted on giving me a ride home, I didn't realize how late it was. Probably would've taken one-and-a-half hours at least by bus, because of time of night and transfers, what took maybe 20 minutes by car. So, thank you!

And in spite of it being 85 degrees earlier, my laundry was not dry when I checked it at 11 pm. Now, what do I do with all this damp laundry for tonight? Not leaving it outside, and there are ants in the living room. All over the carpet. Tried vacuuming them up earlier, I don't know what they are after. They are taking a strange route, not going toward the kitchen or the garbage, just circling around, and they are tiny, very hard to see if they weren't moving. It's gross.

Frost

and cold this morning while I was outside dealing with the garbage. Seems winter ain't going down without a fight. Had to give in and wear the hat again. Beautiful red sunrise.

At lunch I walk in a different direction, wanting to look for cherry or plum trees in bloom. I stop by some magnolias, and as I point my camera skyward, I see two sets of fluttering wings, black against the sky, to my right. Butterflies? Now? After I shoot the picture I look for them, but they are gone. I start to walk away, turn and I see one land in the grass. A chocolate brown butterfly, with small white and small purple spots on the edges of it's wings. It sits unmoving in the grass, and I try to get closer to get a picture because I have a short lens, but I frighten it and it flies up into the branches and lands on an unopened flower, too far away.