The soul has greater need of the ideal than the real for it is by the real that we exist, it is by the ideal that we live

Wednesday, May 28, 2008

Rain Rain go away!

It started raining Friday morning early and did so off and on until yesterday. I got a great deal of reading done. Outdoors activities were out of the question most of the time.

The one thing I was able to accomplish was my 35 mile ride, I had decent weather yesterday afternoon, albeit a little humid, but the ride was completed. It's nice on weekdays, everyone's at work so there's little traffic to worry about.

I did not, however, get to ride a horse at all. I was pissed!

The trails were simply too wet to get out on. It would have been no fun at all, so I didn't even try.

I did finish the Christopher Shinn collection of plays I was working on. He is definitely disturbed. I now know I love him for sure. I have to find someplace to let me direct one of them. Of course, that's right after I find a place to let me direct The Late Henry Moss. I assume that one was Shepard getting Daddy out of his system once and for all.(well he killed him in this one, let's hope it's done.) But that one is first, then a Shinn play.

My dept. head keeps mentioning things I could direct. He's likely the best place to start. I'll start working on him when he gets back from vacation I think. Maybe he can work me in to the schedule next fall. Shepard with 18 years olds, it'll be like building Frankenstein's monster. Sounds like fun to me!

I'm digging out of the ruins of my office today. I've been gone since Friday afternoon and no one even thought to give it a rest in my absence. So there's plenty to keep me busy the rest of the week.

Oh the nicest thing that happened was that I was invited to put some wares in a little gallery here in town. So I picked a few pots and made up a price list. They'll likely go in this weekend.

The birfday was nice. Got ecards from everyone and lunches and dinners all over the place. Oldflame wouldn't go to the steakhouse with me so he made lunch for us. He's taken the notion to start cooking the last three or four years. He's getting pretty good. Though he's at that stage we all go through. Spices?!?!? What the fuck do I do with them? At least he wants to try, that alone is miraculous. He never went near the kitchen before he was 40. He's a bit of a crock-pot nut. I've never understood the attraction, but WTF. It was birfday lunch made for me. I cleaned up in the present dept, and as always got my gin supply stocked for months, (I got like three bottles! Thank God it doesn't spoil. That's enough for the rest of 2008 and possibly the first quarter of '09!)

I'm thinking I need a 59fifty Royals cap.
I found one on a website and it's pretty fucking cool. Who needs food when my hat is so cool?

That's all for today folks, I can't see over the stacks of shit in this office. Gotta clear it out before it makes me nuts.

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