Ramble On Note

I figure I am just going to write whatever I write. I do hope it will be interesting and somewhat well written. But for me, getting the information out of my head is more important than the artsy-ness of it. Hence the title. I might just ramble on hither and yon.

My rejection letter from Hobart came on Friday. Not a huge surprise. Sad that they didn't even see fit to interview me. Whatever. It is their loss. On the bright side, I wasn't thrilled with the notion that they are building a performing arts complex with a theatre that won't have fly space. Wow. How silly is that?

In that vein, I am thinking of directing some shows here in Geneva. And maybe looking into teaching at FLCC as they have a theatre concentration. One never knows, does one?

Here at the house, mom is getting worse. Not horrible yet - that is still to come. According to the brain doctor, in 1-3 years. Sigh. I am not sure what the future will hold, but it isn't looking great where mom is concerned.

I have decided that I am going to try to accomplish at least one distasteful thing everyday. Hopefully more than one, but at least one. Living life is full of less than jolly and fun tasks. Like paying taxes. Or doing laundry. The list is (sadly) endless. Since I just dumped a household's worth of crap into this house (again) I figure I need to add cleaning that up to my list of distasteful things. Right now the bulk of it is put away. There are three piles (which by the end of the day will be two piles) that are in occupied territory - the kitchen (which will be redistributed) the living room (second most urgently in need of redistribution) and the side screened in porch all of which need to be dealt with. Yippee.

Mom gave me permission last night to just trash her non-happy mail - meaning all of the solicitations for money that she receives. Yay! Less stealth sorting for me. I wish I had a larger recycling bin.

That's all for today. Thank you for letting me ramble! Off to make up mom's Easter basket!