Where have I been? Under a pile of obligations. Two family trips later, I'm still vunerable to manipulation and sighing over a seemingly bizarre shift in the advice of my hitherto greatest ally - my Dad. It's like going over to your coach during a rough quarter and having them tell you, "You know, you should take up knitting."
Ok, it's not like that, but I haven't got time for the whole story.
I've got too many balls in the air, too many side dishes on the plate. And it's snowing. It's April, and yet it is snowing.
Also, my office has come up with the genius idea of having me stand in for the lady on maternity leave. I currently work no more than three days a week, sometimes less. My schedule changes, sometimes daily. But they expect me to get 5 days of work packed into those brief times I'm actually in the office.
I'm trying to be calm about this, but the added stress comes a terrible time. I just started rehearsals for a new show. I have to memorize a 67 page script. I have to rehearse and perform about 30 miles outside the city. And yet I have no car. So now I will pretty much spend from 8 am to 12 midnight away from my house five days a week. And one day a weekend.
It would have been nice if something could have gone on autopilot, but apparently that isn't to be.
Now, I've left myself less that six minutes to tell you about something I actually ENJOYED, something I relished! My lovely beau and I tried to bike the Katy Trail this past weekend. The Katy Trail is the old railroad from Missouri through Kansas and Texas (MKT - nicknamed "Katy" for the KT). It's flat, because a train used to have to travel it. The Trail runs from St. Charles, MO to Clinton, MO, but we didn't bike 220 miles in two days. We didn't end up biking that much at all, but the unseasonable cold made us more cautious. You know, this cold weather is the PITS.
It was a lovely time, made all the more lovely by the brilliant, the resourceful, the enchanting Habermas Girl! You know, finding out the people you've always adored remain both interesting and friendly is worth at least sixty miles of biking.
All right, part II tomorrow, and I'll tell tales of midnight bike rides and theose dreaded beasts, scourge of all riders....steep hills...
