Daily rehearsals.
Red Sox.
Laundry/general home maintenance/groceries
Writing.
Honestly. I am having a problem. The Red Sox are indeed the wild card in this equation. Much juggling has to be done in order to keep on top of all of this. Because of course when you’re in a play, you can’t just show up for rehearsals cold. You have to do a lot of work before you get there – hours and hours of it. Memorizing lines, research, imagination, etc. etc. Which I have been doing, and which is a lot of fun.
The juggling act continues.
It’s funny how the brain must adjust as well. When I’m in rehearsal, I must be 100% there. When I’m watching a Red Sox game, I must be 100% present. When I’m doing laundry … well, actually, no. I find laundry to be a sort of Zen-ish activity – very meditative. I memorize lines, I zone out in a dream-space … I can multi-task there.
I enjoy the challenge. I take a couple of minutes before each gear-shift, to let the former concerns go (Okay … cannot be thinking about the Red Sox while in rehearsal … breathe … let it go … Graffanino! Argh!!!!! Nope. Forget Graffanino. Let it go … let it go …) And it works somehow.
//Okay … cannot be thinking about the Red Sox while in rehearsal … breathe … let it go … Graffanino! Argh!!!!! Nope. Forget Graffanino. Let it go … let it go …//
replace “rehearsal” with “work” and this was definitely me yesterday morning.
I’m sorry, ma’am–I’m afraid you have Buckner-Graffanino Syndrome.
Until I got to the second to last paragraph I was going to recommend that you stop doing laundry. I had the philosophy in college that if it didn’t stand on its own yet, it didn’t need to be washed.
Fortunately, the Mrs. Curtis convinced me otherwise.
I’m in a really weird state of mind where I’m actually not worried sick about the game tonight yet still can’t get any work done. Go figure. Maybe it’s just a Friday afternoon thing!
Slightly OT and name dropping, I remember “Tony” when he was a young pup playing in Greenville. I hated his guts.
He could hit well, but showed NO hustle in the infield. In fact, he’d never even try for a ball if it wasn’t hit right to him. Since our seats were behind the dugout, I constantly yelled at him to “frickin’ go after the ball!”. I felt he was trying to hide his poor fielding by “short arming” the ball to avoid errors. He hated my guts, and glared at me everytime he looked at me.
Guess it’s not that far OT after all, considering the last game.
Then let me help you out by hoping the Red Sox post-season is cut short for your sake.
Sign me,
A tride and true Cleveland Indians fan.
Hah!
I don’t understand the Red Sox thing, but I totally respect it. Keep going Girl. You Can Do It!!!!!!
alex – if you replace “Red Sox” with “once-a-year Bette Davis film festival” – I think you’d see what I mean. :)
russ – hahahahaha
Uhm … If those are my choices, then I prefer to juggle!!
…..okay. Now I get it.
Damn.
Now what will I do until next April?
All in all, they did better than I expected. The math just didn’t work.
Starting pitchers
Minus Martinez
Minus Lowe
Minus (.9 * Schilling)
Plus Wells
This does not add up to a World Series team.
With no one in the rotation having an ERA under 4.00, they went as far as Ortiz and Ramirez could take them.