Random thoughts from the moose cave.

I wasn't trying very hard.

dog, I hate mornings...

gonna go do some shower therapy.

my gram is a gladys.

so we will have no chickens named such.

I did name my rooster.

wild bill McChicken...

late...

skipped mosta breakfast for a long shower.

gonna gas from my can and go play in rush hour traffic...

La....that is just so....normal of you.

<snicker>

all right you two...

what a firkin day..........

all over the map, but overall an A+ day. albeit an incredibly long one...

started off by switching coats at the last minute, and locking myself out of not only the house, but the truck. the only running vehicle on the property at the moment...

so I broke in the front door with four rather noisy shoulder strikes. gotta wonder what my neighbor mighta thought.

so after a mad dash through morning rush craziness, I hadda find a place to park. with two events simultaneously at a venue with almost no parking...

I was on time.

my boss was late...

and I had the most awesome day in the most wonderful cozy 500 seat theater you'll ever find.

and other than leaving a large amount of blood, and a small chunka finger on the deck, it was magic. (a drilling in the dark episode) no stitchery needed...

we started with a blueprint, and built an entire grid, assembled and dressed the set, and focused and shaded all of the 120 lights. 200 if you count trees and bars...

and watched 50 kids rehearse "once upon a mattress".

and I will be requested back. the lady in charge even went and got me GF/ DF chocolate cookies, cuz she had fresh baked ones for everyone else on the crew, and she knew about my diet because I didn't leave for lunch and we chatted...

very very nice lady...

and then I got home and my room was dark.

and my computer would not power up.

so, what the hell, I broke open a parts 'puter, and changed out the power supply.

and we're back up and online.

with sound.

and I gotta be up in 5 hours to go do it again...

cripes.

this ones gonna hurt...

time for shower therapy...

I asked stinky to go make me some eggs.

he blinked and went back to licking hisself...

no breakfast.

gonna take a banana for later.

this one will be all about will power and pain pills...

stinky is nestled in the warm laundry from the dryer.

he's such a good kid.

I decided to knight his furry butt.

henceforth he shall be known as...

sir stinksalot.

gotta run.

y'all behave...

you have truly not mastered whining

I'm sure I could give him a lesson or two.

indubitably...

home.

very tired. and fuzzy.

was greeted by the little wild kitten. she was hungry. and flirtatious...

may try and tame her out and fix her. we'll see...

got a chicken on my way home.

and some salad.

but I got no appetite yet.

gonna work on that.

and my knots.

got a clove hitch clinic from an old hand today while we were waiting around holding rope...

I'm guessing I will sleep well into tomorrow when I finally crash.

and lion king heads west to san francisco...

Clove hitch. Very handy.

and required to rig.

along with the bowline...

my chicken aroma is starting to make my tummy grumbly.

I hope it's a good grumbly...

We used the clove hitch to tie up to the pier, when I served in the Navy. When I first entered, we used hemp lines, but shortly after were using the new nylon rope.

went over and spoke to my neighbor.

there WAS a power surge yesterday.

and the surge protector in my room is obviously not up to snuff.

or even sniff...

gonna have to rectify that soon.

made a salad.

still not hungry.

gotta eat good, or I won't come out the other side right...

had my chicken. and salad.

firked up while shopping in a fog and got fat free dressing.

also flavor free it seems...

gonna crash like a giant redwood.

I leave you with mr know-it-all and his always sage advice...



Zzzzzzz...

hehehe

love mr know it all

~~~~~~~~~~

use that fat-free dressing as a marinade

maybe.

the cats won't eat it...

I slept until I couldn't.

(stinky won. he's still asleep on the bed. but I'm pretty sure he cheated)

gotta go make some toast and eggs for breakfast.

think I've rediscovered my muse...

I'm officially calling lump day.

the sun is fading, and I ain't looking to miraculously quit hurting later...

I feel a lotta parts of me that are normally silent.

t'was good for me. if I keep it up, I may end up in the best shape of my life.

in fact, the kids theatre director lady said after listening to my diet choices that I should be really healthy for it...

and by golly, I am feeling stronger as I work my tail off.

lotsa stage stories from this week, but I think I should prolly pick my spots.

it's kinda like the masons.

we're not s'posed to talk a lot aboot it...

off to check on my chickens before I need a light.