Friday, April 30, 2010

I Heart "Top Chef"

Since I had an opportunity to interpret culinary school for about 6-7 months in the last decade, I have been fascinated by chefs (see Chef Ramsey posts).  One of the first times I went to visit my friends in Sacramento, they were watching one of the final episodes of "Top Chef" and I watched with them and I was fascinated.  I have been looking for the show on DVD since then.  Finally, this year, when I remembered to look, there were DVD sets available.

I have watched "Top Chef: New York" and am currently watching "Top Chef: Chicago".  I LOVE IT.  I love a show that displays and expects the highest levels of talent to shine through in extraordinary circumstances.  I find most of the food disgusting, but I learn a lot about food and cooking and personalities.

Anyway, I am 5 episodes from the finale and while I want to watch them all really quickly, I also want to savor them. It is so nice to have DVDs to watch so that I don't have to put up with the dreck that is on network television in the evening.

Thursday, April 29, 2010

Don't Break Your Own Rules

I realized last night that I have my little "Jean Rules" for a reason. I know that sometimes they seem fussy or silly or unnecessary to others, but they are my rules for a reason.

Here are some of the rules:
  1. Don't put yourself in a position to have to eat in a hurry.
  2. Always arrive at an event at least 45 minutes before curtain or the beginning of the event.
  3. Never go to an event without knowing exactly where you are going.
  4. Always have a parking strategy and a plan B.
  5. Don't join in an activity or event if your first reaction is that you don't want to.
  6. Never go into a movie theatre (or regular theatre) in the dark when the movie (event) is already in progress.
  7. There will be no climbing over other people to get to your seat.
  8. No matter how much money you spent, the anxiety attack you will get from breaking these rules is not worth it.
  9. Go before you go.
  10. Don't be afraid to give yourself a timeout.

Last night, every one of the above rules (maybe more) were set into motion. Some were broken, some were artfully avoided.

I left work and it was the worst weather we have seen in weeks.  The freeway was backed up, so I took a surface street and that was backed up, too.  As I approached Burnside, I could see all the lanes merging for construction, so I went up to 20th...then down Burnside. Many detours and roads closed off. Parked while it was pouring rain in big, thick drops.  Went to the restaurant (my friends had ordered for me already).  The food came at like 7:15pm (show starts at can see where this is going...).  Food super hot (good food, but too hot to eat), took a long time to eat, but worried about the time, too. Went to the restroom (but had drunk 2-3 glasses of water) and took off into the rain again (7:32pm) to go to Cirque du Soliel (sp). I know WHERE it is, I just wasn't sure how to get there. One of my companions showed me their GPS and the streets that stood out were Harbor and Sheridan. Unfortunately, there isn't a clear sign to Harbor from Naito Parkway and there are SEVERAL parts to Sheridan.  By 7:45, I am sitting in a line to try to get into a parking lot. By 7:55pm, I am still sitting in a line trying to get into a parking lot and I see my friends walk by.  Finally, I skip the line to park and go to the next furthest parking area (but not the one with the shuttle).  I get out and shlog to the show, umbrella in hand, just in case.  When I get there, it is after 8:00pm. I hate that.

When I enter the tent, they tell me that there is a lock out until 8:15pm.  At 8:15pm, I see one of my friends who directs me into the theatre when it is time, but on the wrong side from my chair. We go up the wet, slippery stairs and enter the arena where I see that in order to get to my seat, I will have to climb over at least 10 people. In the dark.  I can't do it. I'm completely overstimulated by now and all my worst anxieties come to the fore. What if I trip?  What if one of the people won't move their feet so that I can get through?  What if I get to my seat and I have an anxiety attack (uh, duh)?  What if I get there and I have to suddenly go to the bathroom and I can't get out? What if I try to get out and trip on someone and then I have to leave because I am so humiliated that I can't come back in?

Meanwhile, the poor guy who is ushering me is saying, "This is the best time. It's going to get dark. You should go sit down ma'am."   I can't do it. I can't climb over the people.  My heart is racing.  I just tell him I am going downstairs and I make my way back down the wet, slippery stairs and watch the first act on the television screen. My stomach is in knots. I'm so glad I'm not trapped in the middle of the aisle because I feel like I could be sick in a variety of ways.  The crew come and offer me chairs. They ask if they can do anything for me. I smile and decline, embarrassed that I gave into my panic, but happy that I knew enough to take care of myself.  Right before intermission, I go to the restroom and I get ready to go to my seat during intermission.

My friends were worried I had left, even though I had signed to them that I was going to watch on TV.  They were worried that I was mad.  I told them, "I am old enough to know when I need to give myself a Time Out.  I was overstimulated and I just needed a Time Out.  It's all good."  We enjoyed the rest of the show (more about that later) and saw the full moon, in addition to a rainbow earlier in the evening. It didn't rain on our walk to or from the show, so that was good, too.

Now I know. Don't break your own rules. You have them for a reason. If I had followed my own intuition at any point prior to last night, I would not have had to give myself an Adult Time Out. It was a good lesson, though.

Wednesday, April 28, 2010

Social Butterfly??

Tonight is my second social engagement in two days (yesterday was a duty-bound "family function"). Feels kind of extravagant and then when I think about it, I realize that I used to be out and about on weeknights ALL THE TIME. Now, I just want to go home, curl up with my blankie, read a book and watch the "American Idol" results show. No such luck.

Tonight will be fun - a friend's birthday and a trip to Cirque de Soliel (sp). I am just feeling run down...not sure what illness I had yesterday, but the tiredness lingers.

More later.

**When I posted this yesterday, I hit SAVE DRAFT instead of Publish Post. Sorry about that.

Tuesday, April 27, 2010

Middle of the Night

So, perhaps put the strangeness of my last post down to not feeling well. I woke up at 12:53am feeling crappy and have been up since...Hopefully, my stomach will calm down and maybe my brain will, too.

Anyway...I was just thinking about it...was tempted to delete the post, but then I would have to find something to replace it. Meh. Not so much.

Monday, April 26, 2010

Black and White Monotony

I have, indeed, been a lucky person. My life has been colorful and filled with interesting people and places and stories. I never imagined a time when I could understand how poetry and art and color could be stripped away from a person. "They just aren't looking for it...they have given up...they aren't as special as we are..."

I was wrong. People who are lucky enough to have color, art, stories, people and places are lucky, not special. Certainly, a certain personality type will look for and find these vital elements in life more easily, but I can understand how people lose their way, their will, their care. Sometimes, the monotony of "sign this form", "fill this out", "read your email", "let me send you the spreadsheet" is enough to make me rip my hair out. To have a day like that, when the most innocuous of questions makes me want to scream, helps me understand how it requires action and energy and purpose to avoid the sucking drain of black and white, the ease of a television filled night to block out the voices of the day, the sameness of my actions. I have to actively seek instead of letting it just flow over me naturally.

I have been lucky in my life to have different jobs, to be an interpreter, to use my brain to tap into language and culture and color. I have been lucky enough to work as a freelance interpreter and go to a different place every day, meeting different people, interpreting new topics and learning something every day. These experiences live in me - whether they live at the top of my consciousness or whether they are just in the flow of my brain every day. In those moments when I get close to the edge, I can pull out those colors, ideas, experiences and it eases my mind. I know that this is just the island I am on now. I will travel somewhere else someday, if I should ever want to.

Lots of mixed metaphors, I know...just a jumbled brain looking back at a long, exasperating day and trying to make sense of it all...there are pictures and thoughts swimming around up there, but I can't quite get them to come out the way I want.

Sunday, April 25, 2010

Jamie Oliver on TED talking about the "Food Revolution"

Profound Words about Truth

I found this video at Jamie Ridler Studios yesterday.  I love a good storyteller and I love a good teacher and I love theatre...when all three are combined, you can't lose.  This is Patsy Rodenburg in a piece titled, "Why I Do Theatre".  Thanks for posting this, Jamie!

**Seriously? Now the YouTube videos don't fit on the template? I can't catch a break! I am trying to figure out how to make it SMALLER, not BIGGER. I know enough to get myself into trouble and not enough to get myself out, apparently.

Saturday, April 24, 2010

Discovering Maya Stein

At Christmastime, I found/was given a poem by Maya Stein and I immediately fell in love with her words.  As the months have gone by, the poems I have been most attracted to have been by Maya Stein, and yet, I have not pursued her words or attempted to gather any information about her.  Maybe it is due to time or busyness or distractions.  Or maybe I just wanted to keep her at a distance because her words speak to me deeply and I feel a yearning to find my own words again when I read her.

This morning, as I made my way through the blogosphere I have gathered around me, I stumbled upon Maya Stein again.  Of course, it was 37Days that gifted me with another poem called "don't forget to write". There was a link to Maya Stein's blog where I spent some time today.  Again, I felt the pull of words and self-expression. Not that the blog isn't a great place for self-expression - it is just different.  I'm not sure what this is all leading me toward, but I know that when something touches you so much, you are bound to happen upon it again and again until you do something about it.

As always, I struggle to find a balance. I tried working on the Art Journals today, but I have some kind of block happening.  I can't bring myself to the place I need to be to really create something personal.  I'm sure I am close to some kind of break-through or epiphany...that's what these moods usually bring.  I think it is my own judgement holding me back - what if it isn't good enough?  (what does that mean, exactly?) What if it doesn't come out the way I want it to?  (does it ever?)  I hate that these speculations/fears inhibit the creativity...the whole point of creativity is freedom and yet the mind can be such a powerful prison against it. 

Anyway, just some things I was thinking about today.

Friday, April 23, 2010

Two Days off

I didn't realize how much having two days off means until the last couple of weeks when my days off have been split up by illness, shows and special work circumstances.

This weekend - two days off in a row.  I can't wait.  I'm so ready to just have a couple of days to myself.

It was a long, long week. Nothing bad, just long.  

Thursday, April 22, 2010

"Band Candy" and "Top Chef"

Tonight, in celebration of the fact that I had no other commitments that would distract me, I watched Episode one of Season 4 of "Top Chef".  I think most of the dishes they cook sound really disgusting and I wouldn't order any of it unless someone was paying me a LOT of money and yet...I find this competition fascinating. I love watching the people cook and I love hearing them talk about why they made the dish they made. The first person to go was sent away because she put so much salt in a dish it was inedible... Yikes.

And now, off to try to finish an episode of Buffy that I have been trying to watch for three days... "Band Candy", one of my favorites.  I keep turning it on and then I fall asleep. Last night I didn't wake up until almost 4:00am.  Hopefully, tonight, I will get a little further through it.

Finally, three cheers for FRIDAY!!

Wednesday, April 21, 2010

Bah, Humbug

"Stairway to Heaven" on "Idol Gives Back"?  Really?

Annie Lennox does a moving story about a little 7 year old girl who has AIDS and in a few short months went from weighing what a healthy one-year-old baby weighs to being much healthier and having gained a healthy amount of weight.  Then "Stairway to Heaven".

Don't even ask me about the Black Eyed Peas performance. Unfathomable.

It is for a good cause, but it was so clear the celebrities who got it and sang appropriate music for the occasion and those who came on for some other reason.  I was a little saddened by the whole thing.  I hope the charity organization gets a bunch of donations (I will be doing my part) and I hope that they look at which parts bring them the most calls and donations and adjust accordingly for next year.

Maybe I'm just grumpy.

And then they didn't send Aaron home. :(

Tuesday, April 20, 2010

My Mentor, My Friend

I will not be able to do justice to what I feel in my heart towards this man - Alan Champion.  He is a mentor and friend - one of those people with whom I felt an instant connection.

In 1999, I attended the "Interpreting for the Theatre" Intensive workshop (master class, really) in NYC that was sponsored by the Theatre Development Fund's Theatre Access Program.  I think there were 17 of us (?) studying in New York with Deaf people who were so theatre savvy and so articulate and so open to working with us and these interpreters!!!  Incredible. I had never seen interpreting like this - so stunning and so impactful. When I left, I couldn't help but think that I should stop doing theatre because I couldn't do THAT.  Later, I realized that we each have our own way and that I can only aspire to be the best ME that  I can be.  I committed to learning how to do that.

Later that year, I saw Alan and Candice Broeker-Penn and Lynette Taylor interpret "The Lion King".  The house was packed and I was with a friend who was Deaf.  I had been talking about the interpreters incessantly and finally, he said, "Stop it!  They aren't going to live up to what you are saying and it will ruin it for me." So I stopped.  Then we saw "The Lion King".  I am not a person who weeps when watching sign language - it is a beautiful language, yes, but it is functional, visual, communicative.  I use it every day (with a hearing accent, but daily, nonetheless).  I teared up watching Alan interpret "Endless Night" - so powerful, so full of emotion and meaning. Not just meaning like, "Oh that song meant something to me" but meaning as in "THAT is what they are talking about in this song - he nailed it...perfect!"  I felt like a dork and tried to surreptitiously wipe away my tears when I noticed my friend weeping. "You ok?" I signed. "Beautiful, " he replied.

In 2004, I was supposed to attend the program again but had a sudden surgery delay me. 
In 2005, I went back and had an even richer, deeper experience. Just being around a master, listening to him talk, interacting with him, watching him work, listening to the questions he asked, the way he elicited a response...amazing.

Please don't misunderstand me - all of the instructors are amazing in the's just that this post is about Alan because of his wonderful interview below.

Here is a great video interview of Alan about being a Sign Language Interpreter in the theatre.  Enjoy!

American Theatre Wing's "In The Wings" with Alan Champion

Monday, April 19, 2010

Art Journal Catch Up and Dividing a Script

I finally looked into Blogger to find out what the heck is happening with photos on this Blogger-in-Draft. The "in-Draft" program is cool in that it allowed for the groovy new template on the blog, which I am totally digging right now. It is not cool in that I can't get it to upload my photos...until now.

So, I am posting several photos. A couple are from a couple of weeks ago when I was going to post a glimpse of the division of "Dreamgirls" for my partner and I to interpret. Every pair does it differently...right now, this is how we are doing it.

 Here are some photos of more recent Art Journal pages...Some I really like, some I'm not so fond of...I am looking forward to actually using a couple as journals soon...I only have a couple of pages left in the first one I made, then I can start scribbling away in it. I'm kind of excited.  While the blog is a great place to record thoughts and ideas, there are some that shouldn't be online or shared with the world, if you know what I mean.  So this will be good.

 I love the vibrant orange on this page above...It doesn't show up as well in a photo, but it is bright and alive and I just love that sense of energy that it gives.

 If my life is a book, I better start writing a more interesting story...

 I call this last one Zen Dog.  Hee hee.

Sunday, April 18, 2010

Not in Her Demographic, Apparently

Can someone explain the phenomenon of Taylor Swift to me? I just don't get it. I have decided to put it down to being out of her target audience...

She can't sing. She's personality-free. She is completely uninteresting in almost every way. I even thought she might be able to prove me wrong as an actress and she was terrible in "Valentine's Day".

What is it? I don't get it.

Saturday, April 17, 2010

Bonus Post - Videos!!

I am watching YouTube videos because I can.

"Anthem" from Chess (recording session in 1982 with Tommy Korberg (dots above "o" that I can't produce on Blogger)

"Nobody's Side" with Elaine Paige (one of my favorite Chess songs back in the day) (nice 80's hair, btw)

"Endless Night" from "The Lion King". Jason Raize sings on "Rosie O'Donnell"

"Easy as Life" from "AIDA" sung by Heather Headley

"Bring Him Home" on "The Tonight Show" in 1987

Jennifer Hudson and Jennifer Holliday sing "And I Am Telling You, I'm Not Going" in concert

"The Color Purple" - highlights

"I'm Here" from "The Color Purple" sung by LaChanze (audio only)

"I Still Believe" from "Miss Saigon" with Lea Salonga

Update on the Freak Out

Well, even though I had to get up at 4:45am to go to work today (which is actually getting up YESTERDAY in my world), I am feeling calmer and better today.  I worked all day and got quite a bit accomplished and then I came home and took a 2 hour nap and I am feeling much better.

While I have a couple of things I need to do this weekend, my overarching goal is to do a couple of things that are solely for enjoyment. It has been pretty stressful since the end of February and I pretty much tossed out all the things I do to de-stress - not consciously, but I realized it this week as I was floundering in anxiety.

I'm going to work a little in my art journal, maybe read some, watch a movie. Who knows? I might even leave the house. :)

Anyway, I think my freak out is over for the time being. Maybe it was a holdover from the antibiotics. hee hee

Friday, April 16, 2010


A little sleep, a nice breakfast, hot shower and the world looks like a really different place. AND it's Friday (even though I have to work tomorrow).

Thursday, April 15, 2010

Show Done, Some Disturbing Thoughts

The show is done. It went as well as a show can go when you have 9 songs that you never even heard until 2 days before the performance. I wanted to be brilliant, but I wasn't. I think I did pretty well, but not brilliant. Not "ON".  I'm still tired from the cellulitis and working on Saturday and long days with evenings of rehearsals.  It took pretty much every ounce of energy I had tonight to get through the show.  When I left, I felt like I was dragging 1,000 pounds of rocks in my bag with me.

On the way home, I saw a firetruck, lights flashing, on its way silently to an emergency. I had a flashback to the night my dad died. Then a whole bunch of other unpleasant memories from that time. I think it is so interesting how these things just sneak up on you - I see an older gentleman walking down the street with a certain jacket or a certain slouch of the shoulders and I think of my dad or I see someone walking with a certain bounce and I think of Roby. One of the curses of having a vivid memory and seeing "movies" in your head is that you have vivid memories and you see the "movies" over and over - sometimes, these are not movies you want to see more than one time. I often relive the deaths in my life and while I truly believe that I was supposed to be there for them, it is really difficult to manage those memories so that they don't become a problem.

As if that wasn't disturbing enough, I had a day filled with anxiety of a different kind. I'm pretty sure that it is related to being tired and not quite recovered from being ill...  I just wanted to cancel the show, crawl into bed and pull the covers over my head.  I wondered if I could convince my doctor to put me on medical leave for stress or for my actual health problems or for just feeling completely overwhelmed and unable to come up for breath. I know it will pass, I'm just not used to this level of anxiety. In some ways, I miss the days when I would get anxious, get a migraine from it, vomit for a few hours, sleep for a day and then get back to business. Now, I feel all the anxiety and for some reason, today, it just seemed like too much. I actually thought about quitting my job, quitting theatrical interpreting, hiding in a cave, walking out in the middle of the performance... these are not thoughts that are normal for me.  So, I'm thinking that booking my vacation has moved up a couple of priority pegs.

I'll keep you all posted on my progress - not only on my vacation booking, but on the rest, as well.

Wednesday, April 14, 2010

Dreaming of a Getaway

For the last couple of days, thoughts and images and memories of my vacation trip to the coast last year have been popping up at unexpected moments.  I'm thinking that I'm overdue for at least a couple of days at the coast for some R&R.  It takes some careful planning so that I'm not gone during scheduling or on a payroll day or any of a million other things that stand between me and a good book, my feet up and the roar of the waves outside of my bedroom window.

I guess that is the next item on my very long list of things to do...but I think priority-wise, it is at least in the top five.

I was going to post a picture from my last trip, but I still haven't figured out the photo situation on Blogger AND it was taking way too long to upload all the photos from the blog so that I could just repost one of them. Sigh.  Add it to the list.

Tuesday, April 13, 2010

Change for Change's Sake

If you are going to change something that is already near-perfect, you better have a good enough improvement plan to make it BETTER.  Cramming 1/2 baked songs and songs that don't belong and changing the lyrics and cutting up the show does not make it BETTER.  It loses a little heart and it definitely loses the human connection.

The performers in the show tonight were very talented (the music was a little overpowering at times, so their voices were drowned out), but I just couldn't connect with the show emotionally.  I'm so disappointed because I have been looking forward to this show for YEARS and now, I just can't wait to be done with it. Bummer.

Don't let my irritation deter you if you are going - like I said, the talent is enormous. And, most people haven't been listening to the Original Broadway Cast recording for more than 1/2 their life.  You probably won't even notice that it is different. I'm a purist. It's a curse.

Monday, April 12, 2010

Recognizing the Good

Here is a "flash mob" event that took place this past Saturday up in Seattle.  It is a "Glee" themed flash mob.

Speaking of which, here is a video of the Jamie Oliver Food Revolution flash mob.

Good clean fun!  I think it is amazing what people can do.

Sunday, April 11, 2010


How are we supposed to rehearse when half the songs aren't on the movie cd OR the original Broadway cast album?  I mean, really.  We are good, but we aren't THAT good.

If I had a dollar for every time I had to make a special CD and move all the songs around and then try to piece together all the different parts of songs that the producers or whoever decided to throw together, I'd be a wealthy woman. I think the last time we had a script that didn't match anything we had, it was "Jeckyll and Hyde".  We had 3-4 different CD versions and NONE of them were correct.  It was very irritating.

This one is almost as bad with songs from both the show and the movie moved around, missing, some added. Sigh.  It is hard to be brilliant when you don't have the materials. That's all I'm saying.  And I have never done "Dreamgirls" before, but the excitement is waning in the face of panic.

It will be fine, I'm sure.

Saturday, April 10, 2010

Inspiring the Next Generation

Jamie Ridler of Jamie Ridler Studios posted this video. Her blog post was entitled, "Inspiration: Use Your Imagination". It is a piece from the Japanese Ad Council (I think that's what it said). The video is a great piece about kids and the perceptions of the world about kids and how they think and what we expect of them.

I have had any number of conversations with folks recently about how amazing kids are - any age. Kids like the ones on "Glee" who are so amazingly talented and driven. Kids like the ones on "Jamie Oliver's Food Revolution" who are taking on their town and state to find a way to be healthier, learn how to cook, and provide programs to help kids in trouble - all with the food they eat. Kids all over the world making a difference in so many ways. I love that and I love this video that says so much in a couple of minutes.

Kids rock!

Friday, April 9, 2010

Personal Disappointment

I don't usually get my expectations up about the things other people will do and particularly where I have no control (nor should I).  It is really pointless to get all riled about something when you have no way to influence the outcome.

I didn't realize it, but I had expectations. And today, I was disappointed. And a little hurt, if I'm being honest. But not surprised.  The only surprise was that I hadn't recognized my own hopes and expectations, so I didn't expect to be disappointed.  I'll live. Just something I am thinking about.

In happier and less cryptic news, I'm doing much better in the cellulitis department. Leg is much less red, much less swollen, much less hot. Doctor was quite happy with my progress and I have quite a bit of antibiotic left, so I really think we can kick this in the ass before the show. This is VERY VERY good news. And on that note, I'm off to take my pill, put my leg up, watch a "Buffy" episode and go to bed. Gotta be at work by 6:00am. Boo.

Thursday, April 8, 2010

Poetry Month

I had high hopes for blogging April about National Poetry Month, but so many other bloggers that I see have also been posting poetry daily...not to mention me being sort of sidelined by being sick.

I like to think that I could find a poem a day that I like and would want to post or write a poem a day, but it just isn't going to happen.  I don't really feel much poetry inside me anymore.  It used to just come out, but I also used to write daily (I don't think the blog counts for what I mean).  I used to just pour my thoughts out onto paper. There wasn't a night that I didn't fall asleep, pen in hand, writing about some current angst or thought or passion.  I kind of miss that, but I think it went away with all the drama of my life.  I don't miss the drama.

I don't know...maybe I will get back to it sometime - I'm not sure.  Poetry is so personal and I am not as open nor am I interested in wearing my heart on my sleeve like I did when I was younger. I like to play my cards a little closer to the chest these days - just a little bit safer.  Maybe that is what age brings - an appreciation of safety.

Anyway, no poetry from me today.

Wednesday, April 7, 2010

Greener Grass

Funny, how I wish for days off but when I have forced days off that I didn't plan and I can't just have fun, I wish I could go to work.

Still have a temp, but the leg isn't so hot, isn't as swollen or as red.

Follow up on Friday. Show next week. I'm fretting a bit. I've been waiting for "Dreamgirls" to come for a long time.

Watched part of "Independence Day" today. Fell asleep and woke up at the same part I always wake up at - when they operate on the live alien they found and it grabs the guy who used to be Data on Star Trek: The Next Generation says, "Release Me" it that scary alien-taking-over-a-human-body voice.  Had to stop it before the end tho. I guess more excitement later tomorrow.

Tuesday, April 6, 2010

Ok, Ok. I'm an Adult

So, having had this illness several times, I know how easy it is to relapse. It is frustrating to sit with your leg up while you know that there are things to be done. However, I don't want to be sitting in bed in a month wishing that I had taken better care now.

The antibiotics are working, but my leg is still red and swollen and on fire.

I gotta take care of myself because I can't stand being sick. I don't want to relapse. Every time I have had this, it has taken a significant amount of time to recover because I push too hard to get back to "normal" without thinking that normal is kind of what puts me here in the first place.  I call this my "after-stress reaction".

Monday, April 5, 2010

Update on "The Lost Weekend - Extended"

Woke up drenched in sweat (sorry if TMI). Thought optimistically, "Oh, good.  My fever broke."

Got ready for work - noticed a red splotch on my leg. A little bit tender to the touch. Clue #1 - did not want to accept. Told myself, "If it gets worse, I will call the doctor. I'm just being paranoid." Grade = F

Felt wonky at work - kind of there, but not. Kind of one-track when I need to be the Pennsylvania Turnpike. Can't multi-task worth a darn.  Leg becoming a little stiff. Clue #2 - putting off the inevitable.  Grade = D+

Went to the restroom, saw the giant red band of splotchy redness all around my leg, felt the 100 degrees of heat eminating off of my skin. Ding! Ding! Ding!  Ladies and gentlemen, we have a winner!   Clue #3 - Go immediately to desk, look up doctor's phone number, call to make appointment, hoping like anything that they will be able to fit me in TODAY!! Grade = B (Points were deducted for having to get all the way to BIG CLUE #3 where they actually open the curtain and show you the car)

I was successful in getting in to see my doctor and I have the beginnings of a case of cellulitis.  I caught it right away this time.  Yes, this time.  I have had it before (not for 3 years - who knew that a little dry skin would create so much havoc?? sigh).

The first time I got it, I felt fine the week before, interpreted at Lewis and Clark College for a Michael Moore presentation where I was, if I do say so myself, BRILLIANT!  Like A+ Game Super Supreme. (Ask me about the fudgesicle story - it isn't that funny, but it was one of my more inspired interpreting moments.)  My team and I went out to dinner then I went home, riding high.  The next day, I woke up with a screaming temperature that went up to like 102 degrees. I slept for almost 48 hours and went to the ER only to find out that I had cellulitis.  It TOOK ME OUT - like 3 weeks of leg in the air, antibiotics. It took hold hard. Scary, expensive and no fun. Oh, and the reason I started looking for a real job instead of being a freelance interpreter - which I loved.

I have had it several other times but not in more than 3 years. Sigh.

So, one more night of chills while the antibiotics kick in.  So, I really was sick. I wondered over the weekend if maybe I was just hibernating or something. Nope. Sick. True Biz.

Sunday, April 4, 2010

The Lost Weekend

I thought lost weekends would be full of fun and losing track of time because you were just doing stuff that took you away from your regular life...apparently not for me.

Today, I slept all day. Literally.  I woke up briefly to take care of some things for work, then back to bed until 5:30pm!

I don't feel SICK per se - just not right. Still funky temperature things. Ugh.

Saturday, April 3, 2010

Chills and a Glimpse Delayed

I have chills so strong my hands are shaking and my teeth are chattering. I was going to post some pics of the split I did for "Dreamgirls" so you could see the mess of the beginning process, but I can't get the *%^^*$)*&^# Add Photo thing to work and I have to go back to bed and wrap 10 blankets around me.

The inside temp is 73 degrees, so it isn't cold in here. It is me. :(

Friday, April 2, 2010

Weekend of Music, "Dreamgirls" and Quiet

I am looking forward to a quiet weekend of working on my script for "Dreamgirls", listening to music (including "Dreamgirls") and some peace and quiet.  I hope to get a little reading in - I bought a copy of "The Freedom Writers Diary". I have been wanting to read it for a long time, so I'm hoping it will jumpstart me back into reading mode.

I don't know why I don't read more - I love to read, but for some reason, it just isn't the thing I think of doing in my free time now.  I think it is almost too peaceful and enjoyable - a couple of weeks ago, I started a new book and I kept nodding off. It wasn't boring - it just quieted my mind enough that I fell asleep. Anyway, we'll see what happens this weekend. Fingers crossed!

Happy Easter to those who celebrate. Happy weekend to the rest of you.

Thursday, April 1, 2010

New Template...

They added a new template feature on Blogger, so I am experimenting. It has more options in some ways, but less in others.  I couldn't figure out how to make the text the right color - I don't want it to always be black, but I also don't want to have to monkey with it every time.

I will probably play with it for a little while - I was getting bored with the light yellow.  If there is something you HATE, let me know.  If something that makes it easier for you to read, let me know that, too.

Change is good. Change is good.  See, I'm learning - I'm even injecting my own change. That's gotta be a step in the right direction. :)

National Poetry Month - Pablo Neruda

Back in 1996, right after Roby died, I found Marianne Williamson - an author and lecturer - her work helped me immensely.  Her website was one of the first I found in one of my first experiences "surfing the net". I didn't even have internet at home - I was using the Portland State University lab.  I was struggling with my grief and I posted something on the website (it was so different then...more like a listserv, I think).  Someone read what I posted and sent me this poem.  I have a copy of the email they sent me framed and hung on the wall.  It is one of my favorites.

When I die, I want your hands on my eyes:
I want the light and the wheat of your beloved hands
to pass their freshness over me once more:
I want to feel the softness that changed my destiny.
I want you to live while I wait for you, asleep.
I want your ears still to hear the wind, I want you
to sniff the sea’s aroma that we loved together,
to continue to walk on the sand we walk on.
I want what I love to continue to live,
and you whom I love and sang above everything else
to continue to flourish, full-flowered:
so that you can reach everything my love directs you to,
so that my shadow can travel along in your hair,
so that everything can learn the reason for my song.
~Pablo Neruda 


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