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, February 2, 2011

Hoist with his own petard

Ok, so now I'm impressed.

There was snow...lots of it.  Then there was more.  and I, at home for the third straight day am getting cabin fever. 

So much so that I've stopped having the vapors over the lack of rehearsal my show is getting, and turned to daydreaming about new cars. 

My current favorite:
Wouldn't it be funny if I bought a house and a car and spent the same amount on each one?  I mean honestly it's way past time for a mid-life crisis car, so this I guess would be, what the senior rocket?  Oh! I've got it, the Lechmobile.  It's so me.

Alas, today it's yet another day stuck in the house.  AAAARgh!

Maybe I'll cook.  Just what my waistline needs, food.

And so it goes:

Nope no shadow, must be an early spring.

True is it that we have seen better days

A little more snow than I expected. (like a foot)

No troubles traveling thankfully, but the winds, oh my.

I parked my car and turned to walk from the garage and there were drifts everywhere knee deep. I tried several routes and then went "fuck it" and waded in.

Now I'm 7 days short of rehearsal. And tomorrow I'm snowed in. FUUUUCK!

And so it goes: