We continue to work ourselves to utter exhaustion on the show, Wizard of Oz. Last night I had a hideous gallbladder attack and spent the night in the bathroom with my head in the toilet...I'm taking today off, and I'm back at it tomorrow.
The balloon is nearly finished-just need some brown paint. The munchkin drop was finished, but Tom decided to extend the drop further, so those two sections we had folded in will fold out and I need to paint those to match. Marvel's wagon will be completed by Shane. Monday I hope to clear out the middle room of the basement area and powerwash everything then continue onward with painting, once the mold is taken care of.
We can have volunteers prime the whole thing white for now and call it good. We need to complete the green room, the stairway up to the green room, the walls to the greenroom and stairway, so there is no where to snag the magnificent costumes we are using from Grand Rapids Civic, and we need to add two or three very powerful de-humidifiers to the space to keep it moisture free/smell free. The entire thing needs to be pulled together before the kids start going in for rehearsals.
Since I am stage managing, I will need to make detailed notes of each scene and change that goes on, and we will run through everything very carefully and thoroughly before the show. We will need headsets for those of us on stage and in the back of the house for proper cues and timing, but the actors will not be miked.
I have two and a half pages of stuff I have to do before opening night, but we have three and a half weeks. Plenty of time...
Gallbladder stuff sucks.
Bigtime.
I hope I don't need one more operation to add to the nineteen I've already had. Especially not now before the show. I just don't have time for this crap right now.
After seeing my shrinky-dink, she has determined I am unable to work based upon my anxiety. It has worsened, and is the reason I avoid sleep. I have panic attacks during sleep and they freak me the heck out, so I've been avoiding it. Makes perfect sense to me.
So I will be applying or re-applying or whatever for disability again. The first time I had not earned enough money in the time period before becoming disabled to qualifiy for disability. Now I have, and am still disabled, and am older, and maybe
The balloon is nearly finished-just need some brown paint. The munchkin drop was finished, but Tom decided to extend the drop further, so those two sections we had folded in will fold out and I need to paint those to match. Marvel's wagon will be completed by Shane. Monday I hope to clear out the middle room of the basement area and powerwash everything then continue onward with painting, once the mold is taken care of.
We can have volunteers prime the whole thing white for now and call it good. We need to complete the green room, the stairway up to the green room, the walls to the greenroom and stairway, so there is no where to snag the magnificent costumes we are using from Grand Rapids Civic, and we need to add two or three very powerful de-humidifiers to the space to keep it moisture free/smell free. The entire thing needs to be pulled together before the kids start going in for rehearsals.
Since I am stage managing, I will need to make detailed notes of each scene and change that goes on, and we will run through everything very carefully and thoroughly before the show. We will need headsets for those of us on stage and in the back of the house for proper cues and timing, but the actors will not be miked.
I have two and a half pages of stuff I have to do before opening night, but we have three and a half weeks. Plenty of time...
Gallbladder stuff sucks.
Bigtime.
I hope I don't need one more operation to add to the nineteen I've already had. Especially not now before the show. I just don't have time for this crap right now.
After seeing my shrinky-dink, she has determined I am unable to work based upon my anxiety. It has worsened, and is the reason I avoid sleep. I have panic attacks during sleep and they freak me the heck out, so I've been avoiding it. Makes perfect sense to me.
So I will be applying or re-applying or whatever for disability again. The first time I had not earned enough money in the time period before becoming disabled to qualifiy for disability. Now I have, and am still disabled, and am older, and maybe