We're through two rehearsals of the play, and it's been very interesting. I'm fascinated at the process of how a play gets from the point of being a bunch of words in a playbook to a fully-formed performance. Of course, we're very early in the process, but I can already see parts of it coming together.
It's especially cool to watch the director work. Andy, from A Long Patience, is directing, and he really seems to have this thing - this vision - of how it's supposed to be. He has an idea of what the characters are thinking and feeling, even as the actors playing them are just beginning to see it. I guess that's what directing is all about. The cast is working well together, and already showing signs of being a family. I've laughed a lot, even at places in the script I hadn't thought were funny. Hearing someone deliver a line in an unexpected way, with a little inflection I didn't think to inject when I was reading it, can give it a whole new meaning, and it can be hilarious.
Alex's first home lacrosse game was rained out (to my great relief - it was really pouring!) and is rescheduled for today. I'm looking forward to seeing him play, but my mom-sense (which is similar to spidey-sense) is worried about the whole danger thing. For some reason, Alex is playing in both the varsity and junior varsity games, even though he is only officially on the JV team. Evidently there are not quite enough players for varsity, so they bring a couple of kids up from JV, and, God help me, Alex seems to be one of those kids. That gives him twice the amount of playing time in which to be pummeled, tackled, slammed, tripped and generally maimed. Great. If you're looking for me at the game, I'll be the one chugging Pepto-Bismal.
I'm still dealing with this cold - spring colds are the absolute worst - and I keep wondering if it is actually possible for one's head to explode. Maybe I'll google it and see what I find. If only I didn't have a million other things to do, I could easily lie on the couch with a blanket and the remote and wait the damn virus out. Unfortunately, that's not possible, so I'll just keep working at that mound of laundry, and floors that suffer from mud season, and too many teenagers in my house during school vacation week. Oh, and somewhere in there, I'll keep applying for jobs, and work on figuring out how to blow my nose without blowing out my ear drums. All in all, I'm keeping busy, which is good, right?