Friday, my new boyfriend.

It's Friday night. 10pm on the dot as I start this.

It's been a crazy, crazy day.

Started by oversleeping a bit. Heard the horrible news from Colorado before my body could process it. Coffee, dog walk - with a serious game of catch thrown in - and a morning run in my new sneakers. (Which, for the record? Even make this chubby lady feel fast!)

Work. Our company manager RxT solved a particularly nasty travel puzzle. We got a singer back from the weather gods (stranded in Cincinnati...I totally can't relate.) and I spent more time than I'd care to admit on our 2013 budget... a particular challenge in that we don't know who's coming, what shows we're doing or when we're doing them yet. Funny money, indeed.

By 6:45 my brain was fried. But there was one more stop. Inappropriate Aria Night. The boss lady and I have a bit of a tradition of covering pop tunes - we have a Leonard Cohen tune that we trot out on a semi-regular basis - but were both ready for a new tune. The basic requirements are:

  1. we both know it. 
  2. we can put it together in one, maybe two, run throughs. 
We wrote alternate lyrics to this tune. And sang it in front of a bunch of opera singers. (We're not proud, obvs.) And it was SUPER FUN. I don't know why I always forget that, even though this singers around me can kick my ass any day of the week and thirteen times on Sundays, I still like making a bit of noise with friends now and then.

Snuck out early to run errands/get a start on packing for a week of classes in NYC (freaking out a bit...I don't so much usually leave during the summer, and even though I'll be working while I'm gone, I still feel reeeeally guilty for going.) After the freak-out had subsided, the dog and I went for our evening constitutional, around the neighborhood, in a cool rain. 

It felt like September...calm, peaceful...a welcome change to the recent heat & humidity, for sure.

Tomorrow? Exercise. Healthy eating. Laundry and packing and errands. Maybe a new book to read on the train if I'm lucky. One certainty? YOGA PANTS ALL DAY LONG.

Hallelujah, amen.

(Hoping your Saturday is high on frivolity and laughter, and low on irritation and sadness.) 



I have a love-hate relationship with July. Love that we're usually in full-on Whack-a-Mole mode - we're efficient in a way that we're not the rest of the year. And there are interesting people everywhere, great music happening in rehearsal, connections being made - it really is an exciting time.

But on the hate side? The hot, humid weather that makes a mockery of my running plans and makes my head look like a cotton-candy machine run amok. The total dearth of free time. The tendency to choose wine and tv over exercise and veggies. The fact that I talk to my mom once every other week, rather than every-other-day.

It's a catch-22.

It's a temporary catch-22. In less than a month, the office will be quiet. I'll be mourning the loss of buzz, of music-making, of the occasional artist visit. I will be kicking myself for not getting out more, for whinging about the workload.

I will also be exercising regularly. Sleeping better. Having conscious conversations with my husband. Spending time with neighbors, pals, family. Maybe even making it to the beach or lake for some R&R. But the office will be too quiet, the impetus to DO will have evaporated.

So, no more whining. Digging in, knowing that I might not sleep sufficiently for a few more weeks, but that I'll make up for it. I'm ready, July. BRING IT!



Oh, lovelies....it's been a week. Or two. (Really, closer to two.) But mostly due to my own folly and reluctance to MISS ANYTHING THAT MIGHT HAPPEN. It's that same gene that does not allow me to sleep when I'm in New York City, that forces me to put in earplugs and listen only to my own heart, that has resisted napping until my mid (read: late) 30s.

But after a big weather event, a busman's holiday, a quasi-festival weekend, and the boss getting on an airplane for the left coast? Well, this girl is tired. Not panicked, not stressed (which is a lovely compliment to all of the wonderful people with whom I work, and to a leader who is an excellent planner), not scrambling. Simply, plainly, tired.

(In full disclosure, my husband works these hours most weeks, if not for the extra day or two a week. So this is me whining...but hey, my tiny corner of the interweb, my whining.)


Tomorrow is my day off. My first since June. And I have no fewer than eleven things I'd like to do:
-finish writing an article
-edit another article
-walk the dog
-buy a new shower curtain
-get some really good coffee
-clean the house
-sleep in
-read the paper
-linger at a coffee shop
-have a glass of wine on the porch
-make a new playlist
-spend one of the gift certificates I've accrued.
-make something fantastic for dinner.
-take the dog to the vet.
-cut the cat's nails.
-did I mention laundry yet?

Yep. Yepyepyepyep. Unless you have a time machine I can borrow (I'll trade you a Banana Republic gift certificate for 3 hours! It's fair, right?), something's not going to get done. And to be honest, in the off season I have PLENTY of time to tackle all of those things. So, what to keep and what to kick to the curb?

-groceries --doubtful. i have a crock pot and the makings of chicken chili. We'll rough it for anything else.
-pedicure --homemade. But maybe tangerine? Anything non-blue/gray is out of the comfort zone...
-gym -- non-negotiable. The fat clothes are tight.
-finish writing an article -- also non-negotiable. My first deadline!
-edit another article --maybe...if I get into the groove.
-walk the dog --another non-negotiable
-buy a new shower curtain -- postponed.
-get some really good coffee -- Important.
-clean the house -- I'll tidy up my closet so that I can use those gift certificates on something non-redundant.
-sleep in. -- not likely.
-read the paper -- ipad NYT? over coffee. Yes.
-linger at a coffee shop -- forfeit for next day off.
-have a glass of wine on the porch --non-negotiable.
-make a new playlist -- could happen.
-spend one of the gift certificates I've accrued. --as a reward for gym/writing? YES. That's $.
-make something fantastic for dinner.-- 2 words...CHICKEN CHILI. as far as comfort food goes, I'll take it.
-take the dog to the vet. --if he's still itchy/scratchy? Yes.
-cut the cat's nails. --Highly unlikely. Would have more success as a blood donor (and now that raises another tempting thing...I could totally give blood tomorrow! Should I?)
-did I mention laundry yet? --No. But it's non-negotiable at this point. Get. It. Together.

Ouf. So many things to do...so little desire. I think I'll prepare for tomorrow by listening to the cicadas, watching the cars pass, walking the dog around the block, and hitting the hay early. Here's hoping that tomorrow is rejuvenating enough to let me fully engage in the rest of the week!


the distance is shorter than it appears

So, part of my job is choosing singers for our Studio Artist program and casting a scenes program. (I'm lucky to have a gentleman, GL, who is both smarter and more generous than I might ever be, whose gentle leadership I treasure. It's probably much more his program than mine, but he lets me think that I know what I'm doing... and makes me look good when I'm really uncertain. And no, I won't tell you his name because we're keeping him forever. So don't ask.)


We did 2 scenes performances in the Barns this weekend. And I cannot convey how very exciting they were. Our mainstage projects are exciting in a very different way, naturally... but the amount of growth I saw from the first sing-through to today was simply astounding. It reminds me of the reasons that I loved teaching. It's so nice to revisit the (totally unmerited) pride that I feel in each of these singers, the amazing path they've traveled since our auditions almost a year ago. I've always been more of a process person than a product person...and while these folks are still unfinished products, I am so very honored to be even a small part of the process.

Growth is awesome. And humbling to watch. And so very, very exciting.

Tutti bravi, y'all.