edited to add: I just visited one of my favorite blogs, Patience-please. Patinece is an author, a dog rescuer and quite obviously a beautiful soul. I don’t know her personally but since I’ve read her blog pretty much since she started it, I feel like I do. I knew she had lost one of her closest friends just last week and now her beautiful Very Old Dog, Giacomino, has passed. So. Much. Sadness.
Why yes I have become that person who never updates and when they do its bad 
This saddens me but I need to get this out.
April 2, I had a bit of a moment shall we say about my show draining me (while the message is to appreciate life, listening to a mother that died in childbirth talk about how much she’ll miss is nearly too much to handle) and finally having the realization that Dad is gone. I was in a horrible place that night. Later my girlfriend admitted she’d been out with a friend and they were being a shade affectionate. She didn’t sleep with her but it still hurts.
April 3, I found out a dear friend’s 101 year old grandmother passed away. I didn’t know her personally but their entire family have been staples in our theatre community for forever. And the girlfriend admitted to spending another evening with her friend. Again they didn’t get intimate but still.
April 4, My 32nd birthday. I was feeling pretty crappy and ran behind all day. But some one I care a great deal for made me a kick ass picture. It’s now my wallpaper on my laptop.
When I first got to the theatre that evening to see “T.horoughly M.odern M.illie” someone told me that Mrs M.attern had died early that morning. We’d never been formally introduced but saw each other constantly. She regularly stuck her head out of the box office to say hello or listen to us rehearse. She was a middle school teacher for forever. Some of my kids at the theatre were her former and current students.
Then during Act II water began pouring from the balcony. A valve had broken in one of the bathrooms and water was draining through every crevice possible including speakers and light fixtures. The show stopped for a time but resumed after we found the water main and moved people etc. I spent most of the time running around gathering garbage cans to catch water in and looking for tarps. Afterward we put tarps on the seats under the balcony and managed to corral people away from the soaked section.
My cell phone broke then. Yes, the one that I just had replaced. The touch screen wouldn’t operate. Thankfully I was at least able to use the voice dialing and and the few actual buttons it has.
April 5, I was still feeling pretty yucky, still running behind. I was meeting with Mitch, the gentleman playing the S.tage M.anager for me in “O.ur T.own”, to go over lines. I hadn’t been there ten minutes when my phone rang. D.evon was sobbing. Mr C.heck, one of my former directors and coincidentally the father of the woman who directed “M.illie”, died unexpectedly.
I’m sure at some point I’ll write a massive dissertation on it. I need to work on my show, though. I’ve made some changes since J.ohn died. I need to finalize them. Without he and C.har (his wife) I may well have not continued theatre.
J.ohn was really looking forward to seeing “O.ur T.own”. It was one of the main things we talked about the last time I saw him. And I couldn’t wait for him to see it.
So many. How many more? My soul is aching.
