Grey day, hooray

Friday post

Melbourne is grey today, and it is beautiful. Grey heralds rainclouds on the horizon, bursting overhead and drenching the parched, brown landscape. We need this rain, and the subsequent drop in temperature (and humidity) is beautiful too.

Generally, sunshine makes me happy. But this morning, when I came out of my house to damp ground underfoot and the massing clouds promising more rain, I was emotionally overcome. I know, how sad that rain almost made me cry. But they were happy almost tears. I guess I occasionally get pretty stressed about environmental stuff, but especially the water situation. We're almost onto Stage 4 restrictions. When I came to Melbourne seven years ago, I was shocked to see people watering lawns, as Geelong had been on Stage 1 for a few years. Now Geelong is on Stage 5 and Melbourne is fast catching up. Perhaps if we'd started earlier?

Anyway, the point is, Friday was grey. For my job, this meant that I had to remind preppies to wipe their feet, so the mat wasn't covered in mud; that students wanted to come in to my room at recess; and that our walk around the oval had to be modified to a walk around the covered walkways.

Saturday Postscript Post

Today was grey-ish, but I didn't see much of it. I ended up being called in last minute to rig lights (11-6, and only left that early by forcibly extricating myself). Got to wear a harness and walk on the bridges though, so that was cool. Also had to deal with dual annoying soundtracks- the Grand Prix (although I enjoyed when you could hear the bands- turned out Little Birdie played. Less appreciative of the sounds of jets overhead) and the teenage play being rehearsed in the next room. For their icebreaker (whcih went ALL day), the kids had to mime stupidly to a random daggy song, which meant much ad music and much girlie screaming. Ugh.

Dinner was fantastic- best baymarie ever. Totally recommend Sigiri Sri Lankan, as I am sure will soon be echoed in the 80 Meals Review. Had a great time, the first chance I've had to chat to Rami's friend Ruvinda. Also came back to our place to drink Kilkenny Beer for St Pat's Day. Not as good from a can, but we're all old, and we walked back out of the pub, having decided it was too noisy. *sigh*

Sunday Postscript Post

Ugh. Have decided that the 'nitrogenated widget' that activate the 'head' in the Kilkenny cans also dehydrate you. I had three drinks, and three drinks only last night: a very sweet Dolcetto, which tastes rather like alcoholic grape juice (and quite nice); a Crowny; and a Kilkenny. My mouth has that distasteful fuzzy feeling which follows a night's hard drinking. I feel ripped off.

Have just gotten a text from the lighting guy saying we need another hour of rigging/ patching, plus three-four hours plotting. With two walkers. Previously we'd only mentioned one. SO now I have to suck up to my friends to find some help. Ugh.

If only Caroline and Rami weren't moving today. I want to help, but having worked all week, rigged Saturday, plotting tonight, and then work all next week plus show every night, I just don't know if I can face giving up my half-day weekend to moving. Maybe I can lift pillows or play some uplifting 'moving music', a la Rami's previous moving assistance efforts. But I kinda would prefer to do my washing and buy food, so we don't starve and smell all week. But because I am not helping to move (or if I do, it will be one or two hours help, maximum), I can't ask them to help me tonight. Ah well.

Scottish musical opens on Wednesday. Anyone wanna come? $18 tix Wed and Thurs night, if you book via me (tix normally $30 full, $24 concession). The set looks pretty cool, and costumes are by the same design team, so I expect they should be funky too. I haven't been to many rehearsals, so I don't really know how the cast are shaping up... but right now I don't care. I just want the run to start, so it will finish, so that I can have three days of semi-normality, before I fly to Europe. Man, I am cutting things fine! Phew.