An Unexpectedly Lovely Morning

A good day must begin with a good morning. I tend to awaken well before I need to be somewhere because I like to have time to gather myself. This morning, I rose a little earlier than usual. That small amount of time allowed me to be slightly productive before cajoling Handsome out of his slumber. As we finished breakfast, distant thunder grumbled. I could feel myself wilt slightly because I don’t like thunderstorms. Rumbles and groans are fine, but the sudden sharp cracks that make the world feel like it’s splitting are not my favorite. As I looked at the sky dubiously, Handsome grabbed a blanket and we wrapped ourselves together. Cuddling me tight, he also distracted me by talking about distant dreams. Whispering of travel and things that we are hoping to do in the near future. The window was open, the air crisp for summer, only inviting me to burrow closer to my mate. Even when the storm tapered off, he nuzzled deeper into the snuggle as I turned on a podcast. I spent the rest of the my time before work intermittently knitting and scratching his head.  Such simplicity, but tastes of honey and joy fill my mouth just thinking on it. A lovely morning, and I am blessed.

Coming Home

I ached for home so badly I could practically taste it in the back of my throat. My summer at the Festival was not good. There were some beautiful people and some incredible work, but ultimately I was not sorry to put my back to the place. One of the things that made it difficult was the knowledge of what was existing here, in Syracuse, while I was away. My man, my cat, a landscape that was alive and drenched in summer after a winter that sliced it to the bones. Now I am here, in that landscape, with my man (and my cat) and I could not be more grateful. There is so much here to fill my days. True I have gone back to working at the Stage, but in comparison to the hell storm that my life was the last few weeks, the hours I keep at the Stage seem almost lazy. Handsome and I have been going on adventures every weekend since my return and my mind and behavior have been equalizing slowly. This past weekend we went driving through Madison County for Open Farm Day. Myself, Handsome, and another couple who were kind enough to join us spent the day driving through gorgeous countryside full of lush hills, patchwork grasses, and many a family-owned farm with every kind of animal and farm-raised food imaginable. What a luxury to be able to drive anywhere we desire and to have that desire fulfilled with home places so lovely that they encompass one with music and other delicious sensations. I am so viciously glad to be home.

About Precious Things

It’s been a long time (as usual). This time I was caught up in a whirlwind of schedule things that made it difficult to keep enough brain cells to write a coherent post. Now that I have scraped enough together, I want to talk about the nature of precious things. Having spent the last few weeks in a chaos of ever-fluctuating hours, long work days (11-16 hours depending), and some emotional turmoil…I have come to cling hard to the gems within the mine. First of all, an excellent partner. I know I talk about Handsome a lot, but I don’t know if I can quite express the lengths he goes to in order to secure the warmth and light he brings to my life. He traveled all the way here to visit, knowing that I would only have one day off and that the days I worked would see me stumbling home exhausted at later hours. He still made the trip and his company punctuated my time here beautifully. I mean, don’t misunderstand me, I do not totally hate the work I am doing right now. It’s just that the hours are not exactly what I was lead to believe they would be and my work is physically demanding (on feet all day, lifting buckets of paint, moving scenery etc.) so you could imagine I am feeling a little taxed. Handsome swept in with a gentle and loving heart as well as fresh energy that invigorated my spirit. Such a partner is precious.

Let me tell you about another precious thing. Except for the two full days I have had off, the evenings have been spent in a blur of work. In this town, everything closes at 9pm, which is the earliest I usually leave my job. Yesterday, however, a rare thing happened. Our work load was light enough that our manager let us off around 7. Upon our release, I begged my co-worker (and fast friend) Atlanta to go out to dinner. She agreed and we found ourselves at a most magical place. Twas a small restaurant where we were seated outside in a stone courtyard enclosed in a cavern of trees. The sounds of others were drowned out by the rushing water flowing near us and for all the world the night was perfect. The food was unbearably good and the waiter kind enough to pick up the tab for one of my drinks (no I did not encourage that and he did NOT try to give me his number so it was extra sweet). What made the evening truly wondrous was that we could enjoy it. Atlanta and I could sit down for a few hours in the evening and just rest. That may sound trivial, but imagine with me. Days of not always exactly knowing when they will finish. Remaining flexible, but betting on the notion that you will be out late and arrive home exhausted. Now, imagine that same inconsistency working in your favor, allowing you a surprise amount of time where you can actually do something special. That is a gift and we took full advantage. The minor hardship made the restful evening practically shine as golden sunlight on a beach. Treasure your precious time in the midst of hard things. Tis when they shine most brightly.

Outtakes (A real vacation)

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This is the view from the back porch of the house where I am currently staying. Tis a most lovely place, peaceful thoughts untying all the anxiety that I carry around in my body. The Raven and his wife The Maker have made Handsome and myself feel incredibly welcome. Food has been almost too good to remember and the words flowing between and among have settled my heart in a calm that I have not fully claimed all year. I am so well right now and I feel like enough.

All the Things (as usual)

It’s been too long. Things shuddered to an oozing slow and then rubberbanded back into warp before I even thought about it. I have officially finished my first season at the Stage. My contract will renew in a couple months, but life did not proceed as I thought it would. I was supposed to have May to myself to travel and then I would toddle off to my summer job content with my adventures. Well, I am looking at some very different adventures.
First, my initial trip to see some fair faces in Maryland was kyboshed by incredible car trouble. Thankfully, the trouble happened before I started my journey, but by the time the issue was fixed, by time to go to MD was nixed. Needless to say I was pretty bummed. However, that time was not idly spent. A fine friend of mine turned me on to a climbing gym in the area. I used to climb all the time in my senior year of college and I have sorely missed the exercise. I nudged Handsome to go and (as I suspected he would) he fell in love with the activity. So, since I had some extra days on my hands we went climbing together. If you would allow some gushing then I simply I must do so about rock climbing. It is an activity that challenges every physical and mental capacity one can think to challenge. Tis a playful puzzle that demands you grit your teeth and fight for its solution. The fact that Handsome enjoys it as much as I do makes the climbing all the sweeter.
After the car got fixed, I was planning on continuing my travel plans and in a sense I have. I am writing from the fair Cape May, where my father and I have opened up the mobile home for the season. Even though I am going to be in Jersey for a few days, I am not heading onward but rather back to Syracuse. I managed to get some overhire work that I am genuinely excited to start. The gig is only for a couple of weeks, but I get to help paint big pretty backdrops! Drop painting is a skill that I have wanted to build up and this theatre has a reputation for quality work. I get to help them meet their deadline and I get an excellent work experience from them. Plus, can’t hurt to make some income in the only month where I didn’t have a job lined up. Although I am giving up a portion of my travel, I can still go see the Raven and hopefully the Sexy Librarian before I toddle off to West VA for my original summer job. Here”s to the usual (and mostly futile) hope that I can post soon…before I have another forever post like this one at least 😉

Outakes (Occasional dragons)

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Sometimes you get to do cool things. Much of my work has been a slew of realistic gray things that look right for the show, but they aren’t necessarily fun to paint. However, sometimes you get a dragon and you like it so much you decide to do a slightly smaller one for yourself as well. Not all shows can be superawesomefabulous, but it’s the few challenges that keep me around.

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So here’s to the dragons in the midst of the gray. Find them and accomplish them with abandon.

Summer Job and a Successful Irish Stout

I am looking forward to the summer. Why? I am looking forward to the summer because I have a way to occupy it that is within my field and financially responsible. Indeed, dear reader, I got a job as a scenic artist at the Contemporary American Theatre Festival. Ultimately, the job description is very similar to the one that I do the rest of the year, but summer stock has a way of amping up the intensity on even the most mundane of tasks. Usually, one is building and painting full scale productions in a very short time period (a week is a luxury) and those shows are put into rotation (usually called Rep) over the course of a few weeks. Imagine doing what you normally do over a single week and then take that and accomplish the same amount in less than half the time. Yeah, the hours can get pretty wild. Luckily, this place sounds like they actually care about a person’s time and health. So, while I fully expect plenty of long days (and nights) filled with intensely creative cyclones, I also anticipate having a massive amount of fun being in a new environment. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I seriously love my job, but I am almost glad that I have three months away. Sure, it would be nice to not have to go on the hunt for a job in the summer. However, that means that I have to keep my portfolio up to date, I get to work in different places as well as with different people, and I don’t get bored during my hiatus from the Stage. Plus, I get a sweet little cushion between my summer job starting and Stage season ending so I get an actual break before all the madness. I have many a scheme for that month that make me rather giddy indeed.

Also, on a totally unrelated note, I have discovered a new craft. Well, craft brewing to be exact. Ladies and Gentlemen, this blogger has officially brewed her first batch of beer! Handsome got into brewing last year and when we moved here I made it clear that I would love to learn. Thus, a few months back, we got our kit and equipment and we now have our first beer fully carbonated and delicious while our second has just been bottled. First beer is an Irish Stout that came out rather fantastic. I know to some it probably tastes something like petroleum, but as someone who loves a good stout, I am deeply in love with ours. I practically glow with pleasure when I taste the thing that I and my gorgeous partner put together…and it doesn’t scream “DISGUSTING” or “AMATEUR”! I won’t go into too much detail because I realize brewing is one of those things that is far more rewarding to drink than to wax poetic about, but I will say that I thoroughly enjoy the process. Even if it means we now have way more beer than we ever thought of drinking comfortably.