1: The Young Prince auditioned for a play and got a role. When he came out of rehearsal last night, he was incensed. "I'm a pawn!" he said in outraged tones. "I don't have a part. I'm an understudy." I suspected this was wrong, since understudies usually have some other thing to do in the chorus. He is not an understudy, he is a sidekick. With no lines, so he was still put out, but apparently he does get to be funny, so that was a balm. Since the role is not in the script, I'll be interested to see how this shakes out.
2: I suspect we got gouged on home repairs this week. Check out this racket: Our septic tank pump died. The plumbers told us that we had a pump running on 110 current, and that was entirely too small for the house we have; it should be a 220 pump. (Never mind that we have lived here 8 years with nary a problem.) They refused to put in a new 110. The electrician who was tasked with replacing the 110 line with a 220 out to the tank told us that our junction box was recalled years ago and he would not put the new line in unless he replaced the entire box. So $5,000 later, we are flat broke, but we can now shower in certainty that sewage won't back into our basement and we can sleep in relative ease knowing that the house won't burn down. Unless we leave the oven on.
3: Work is weird. NYAB is working nights at home, I'm splitting shifts between home and the office, and I am all discombobulated. I have this nagging feeling that any day now I'm going to get an irate email from someone IN ALL CAPS THAT I HAVE MISSED A MEETING AND AM SO TOTALLY FIRED.
4: My house is a mess. That will get fixed this weekend. Rah. Rewrite on the novel is going fairly well; I'm more than half done. Rah rah. My parents are jumping over assorted hurdles to come visit us and maybe bring us a dog. Rah rah rah, sis boom bah.
5: That's enough, don't you think? All in all, things are pretty good. Kid's in a play! Plumbing won't explode for at least six more months! Electrician can go to Cabo! Things are humming along! Huzzah!
My friend baldowl shared a barf story on his blog. It is sad that I have more than one I could share, and sadder that I am not sure I have the nerve to do it. Maybe when I'm done with my other creative writing.