Well, Dearly Beloved, things are about to get very, very busy.
This week, I have to make a set of curtains for the theater and a halter top for a friend. The A/C in my car died, and I've been shoving canned coolth into it in hoped of a revival, but so far, no luck.
Our roommates have moved out, but we still have some of their animals, including a dog that needs to go out at 6:00 AM, no matter how late she goes out the night before. Part of the problem is that she is used to a night shift schedule, but still. It's always me who hears her pathetic whining first.
Auditions for "The Red Velvet Cake Wars" at Sam Bass begin on the 30th, so I am gearing up for that, and, on August 11th I start work on the costumes for "National Pastime," a musical being produced by Austin Theatre Project.
With any luck, this may be the year that the dread August 20th rolls right on by without my having time for a lot of sadness. Because, even after six years (can you believe, Dearly Beloved, it has been six years), I still have times of grief and anger. I am "getting on with my life," I am "moving forward;" I am stopping to smell the roses, though there are times when the odour of road kill is a bit overwhelming...
Every time I write what I've come to think of as a "Jim Post," I think it might be the last one. Who knows, really.
If you're a Facebook person, I started a new page after participating in a couple of protests at the Capitol. It's called "Raw Satanic Sewage," and I started it to contain the worst of my endless snarky political memes and links to the depredations of elected officials, racists and nasty people in general. I found the title in the right-wing radio spewings of some preacher or other, who referred to the women and men marching down Congress Avenue with that phrase. I thought it would make a good name for a rock band. Lacking the talent to put that together, however, I thought a Facebook page would be just the thing. This freaking asshole is telling his followers that there is going to be a mass slaughter of christians. If there is, he's going to be the first to get a pie in the face!
Anyway, that's what I'm up to. How about you?