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wild nights! wild nights!
Feb. 7th, 2012 01:11 amTuesday through Saturday were the performances of the cabaret to benefit the hospital, which Ciro, Mom, and Dad have been rehearsing for since the beginning of the year. A strange, surreal, and kind of depressing show this year, themed around time and how little of it there is. Not sure what the producer was thinking. But some very fun numbers. And a bit of line dancing at the cast party, which reminded me of Geoff's parties back in Dallas (and on the very same day we got a package from him and Rabea, full of clothes and textiles and imported foods).
It's been rather a party fornight. Last week Ciro and I celebrated our two-year wedding anniversary by going out for fancy pastries and coffee (with work and rehearsals, we didn't have much time for anything more extensive). Today was Mom's birthday, for which Ciro baked a semisweet chocolate chip cake and I made a card of a snake and a mouse that love each other against the odds.
But the most wonderful day was Sunday, when there were no performances and no guests and everyone who was going to move out was gone, and so I was able to move my desk about a foot, which took several hours because I had to re-run a lot of cables. Now my chair isn't half on and half off the carpet, and is a level surface on which I can sit. It's extraordinary. I've ordered a keyboard tray so my keyboard will be the right height, and when that gets here, look out. Ciro was also inspired to move his desk. We are desk mad at the moment, the moving thereof.
It is such a relief, after a year, to be able to finish unpacking, and to have clear countertops in a few places, and furniture where we need it to be. I've begun the long process of ridding the house of cat hair and glitter, which I expect to take many months. I have to set myself limits, like "you can only clean for 30 seconds right now" (which I usually stretch to 5 minutes), so that I can continue to work toward other long-term goals instead of interrupting myself to wipe down another surface, and another surface, and another surface.
It's been rather a party fornight. Last week Ciro and I celebrated our two-year wedding anniversary by going out for fancy pastries and coffee (with work and rehearsals, we didn't have much time for anything more extensive). Today was Mom's birthday, for which Ciro baked a semisweet chocolate chip cake and I made a card of a snake and a mouse that love each other against the odds.
But the most wonderful day was Sunday, when there were no performances and no guests and everyone who was going to move out was gone, and so I was able to move my desk about a foot, which took several hours because I had to re-run a lot of cables. Now my chair isn't half on and half off the carpet, and is a level surface on which I can sit. It's extraordinary. I've ordered a keyboard tray so my keyboard will be the right height, and when that gets here, look out. Ciro was also inspired to move his desk. We are desk mad at the moment, the moving thereof.
It is such a relief, after a year, to be able to finish unpacking, and to have clear countertops in a few places, and furniture where we need it to be. I've begun the long process of ridding the house of cat hair and glitter, which I expect to take many months. I have to set myself limits, like "you can only clean for 30 seconds right now" (which I usually stretch to 5 minutes), so that I can continue to work toward other long-term goals instead of interrupting myself to wipe down another surface, and another surface, and another surface.
