So, it looks as though I won't be doing any Rogue-ing this year, but I suppose that is for the best. This is going to be a hectic week full of theatre preparation stuff for auditions, St. Henry's, an lots of doctors appointments for mom. I'm already trying to come to a state of zen with it all, but that has been ruined by the fender bender I was in this morning.
Last night, mom went 'rogue' as my friend Kristin says, and ran off to Wal-Mart where she lost track of time, carted herself home in her powerchair and injured her foot. It was dangling off her footplate and was scraping the ground for probably upwards of a mile-- she lost her shoe so the entire sole of her foot is scraped off. Her DNA is trailing from the corner of Alta and ElMonte to our house. And this is the foot on the leg of which she broke her femur last week. Yes, her femur. That would be the biggest bone in the body. She broke it.
So mom's care needs have just increased significantly. And she has three doctors appointments this week entailing more random tests for her UTIs, etc.
And now I have to get the headlight fixed on my car.
So, it is probably best that I avoid the Rogue Festival this year because my vibe would seriously poison the well of an audience. I've never been so glad that Kristin is directing the staged reading fo Cymbeline. I was excited that she was doing it before, but now I'm really glad.
I basically can feel myself approaching the line between busy and overwhelmed and have to figure out how to balance everything.
But on the good side Kat and Jarred are in for set and costume design for the season, so that's exciting. And auditions are next week. . . oy! That's a whole nuther set of stuff. . .
