02/09/2006: "The body Electric, Poker and Shooting at Blanks."

Welcome to Clumbsy mode. Tonight your host will be...me. It took me FAR FAR to long to make a latenight milkshake the other night thus indicating I have entered the clumbsy zone. I must have opened the fridge and switched items on the counter about 10 different times. The walls insist on bumping into me, brusing arms and legs equally and speaking has become a challenge. Tuesdays tech rehearsal for the Pear show resulted in me leaving out "s's" and well let's just face it...entire lines. This phase only lasts a couple days though, so I am confident that tonight's preview, and our sold out opening weekend will be smooth. Not so smooth was me walking out the door with my sweater on inside out. Thankfully the winner of the week award was the woman at the coffee show who enlightened me of my state of sweater. The sad thing was I had put it on inside out this morning and realizing I was a moron I had taken it off and put it back on....correctly...I thought...only not. It's a sweater, not rocket science. I think I will write a song called "I go blonde every 6 weeks". Sigh.

Despite my retarded control of my physical body it appears to be in tune with the rest of the world. My joints don't usually hurt when its warm outside, and it has been stunningly sunny. Even the cherry trees are confused and blooming a full month early. I have had two bouts though with join pain which despite some major skeptisim on the part of the general public, usually means 1) Earthquake 2) someone I know is having pains. So my wrist was hurting for about 2 days, and then very suddenly wasn't. I had avoided taking any pain killer as a way to measure the pain I suppose, and when it ceased very suddenly after a consistant drone, I did a quick search. I came up with this. The timing was right. And this was a relief, both mentally and physically.

Next up my knee started hurting last Wednesday. My knees are about the only joint that never hurt. Hips, shoulders, wrists, ankles yes. Knee, no. Only when someone elses knee hurts. This did not feel like a preventative pain though if that makes any sense at all. It was more of a current hurt pain. The fact that all three of my roommates were going skiing didn't make me nervous. So I called Brette who had knee pains growing up. A quick call confirmed her LEFT knee mostly had started to hurt a few days before. This explained it...maybe. It was mostly my right knee, and though I chocked it up to Brette's pains ( what sisterly bonds huh?,glad you aren't having any children Brette =]) I wasn't completely satisfied to have the wrong knee. Tuesday my friend Laurina called to give me some good news about our Friend Leslie who is 7 months pregnant and mentioned her knee was all messed up for no reason. I asked her when it started to hurt and she said Wednesday. And it was her RIGHT knee. It's swollen enough for her to have some shock and ultrasound therapy, and if that doesn't abate the situation she will see a surgeon about it. And there you go. I walk into walls, but at least I can live vicariously via pain through those close to my heart and distant from it.

Amongst my activities this past week outside of Theatre and Work I got to see Robert Schimmel at the Improv (I think it was a guy thing, ragged on your ex the entire time makes me think you need to just move on) and play poker. I was short on cash ( 75 cents from the floor of the jeep, not quite enough to stay in for too long) so I borrowed $10. Then I borrowed $5. Then I borrowed $5 more. And by the end of the 4 hours, I had repaid my generous financier his $20, and had $1.70 bounus. Somebody take my ass to Vegas. I got a nearly 2% return....garunteed. And I can walk away from the table.

A discovery ( not of my own, thanks to Pease) has resulted in a most excited Susannah. The Blank Club provides what is called Union Jack Off Kareoke night on Mondays. This is soooooo up my alley. All British Music. Ash, Travis, Coldplay, Cure, Clash, Oasis, Robbie Williams, Damian Rice, Blur....groups and songs no one here EVER plays on the radio let alone has to sing to. And a real stage, and a dj mixer that is killer, and british beer and a small, fun and supportive diverse talent pool. Awesome. I was like in my element. I couldn't leave. We shut the place down. It was...Brillant.

Best wishes to Phil as he journeys to his home in Florida. The visit was fun, educational, imperative. Your new life is a journey you will learn much from. I'd admire your faith. If more people felt as strong about the things you do, I imagine we would be closer to paradise. Build those wings and call whenever you need some wind beneath them dude.

Over and out my loves....your angel has work to do...