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November 10, 2007

Unreality

I am so tired my eyes aren't really focusing any more. Last night during rehearsal, I actually lay down on a table while trying to figure out what exercises to have an actor do next to further deepen his understanding of the text. And I didn't realize I was lying down until I was already there. Apparently my body made the decision without me.

We got out of rehearsal at 9pm or so, and by then I was done. DONE. I was so tired David had to drive home. Given that I'd been going since 9am (the holiday art bazaar is yesterday and today--I'm actually typing this while watching people walk past my booth, I don't know how the professionals manage it) it's probably not surprising that I ran out of steam. Plus, my brain has been charmingly waking me up for no reason around 4am and not letting me sleep again until 5 or 5:30.

As of right now, I am not only tired, I have to pee desperately and I'm womanning the booth by myself, so I'm not sure I have any options other than to cross my legs a little bit tighter and hold on. I may have to rely on the kindness of strangers and hide the money box and laptop and I sprint for the bathroom. At least they've stopped playing Christmas music in favor of live entertainment. Because the Christmas songs were driving me MAD.

Of all the things I thought I'd try in my life, vending at a professional art & craft bazaar wasn't actually on the list (mostly because I hadn't thought of it). But I've sold two scarves and several books and the rest will go up on Etsy, I think. It's pretty strange, the twists and turns our lives take. For instance, I have a big--

BIG

--decision to make in the next few weeks. At this moment in time, the inertia list and the make the big change list are pretty much even. Which of course means inertia is winning out. I know what would tip the balance, I'm waiting see if anybody's willing to up the ante.

I know that's extremely vague. And it will be until the decision is made. Sorry. I promise I'll tell you all once my choice is final, set in stone, etc.

Okay. the chair squirming is getting a bit obvious here in what my friends are calling the ADD booth*. I'm going to risk someone stealing $10 of goods while I can still walk.

*****

Back. Much better. AND I've traded one of my bigger books for a set of really awesome paper stars that I will use for... well, something.

My trip to the bathroom reminded me, the last time I had been in there today was while a Japanese group was holding an event across the hall. I walked from the Women's Works Holiday Art Bazaar in rual Idyho into a bathroom full of Japanese women in kimono and obis. It was a wonderful shift. I wish I'd been a bit more awake than I am today, in order to better appreciate it at the time.

Thank goodness my booth partners are coming back soon. Maybe I can wake up enough to be useful. I've been pretty stare-y this last hour or so.


*Other booths have hand made art prints or jewelry or soap or food or sewn items. You know, consistency. We have a little bit of everything. I call us "The Booth of Art by People Who Are Impatient and Easily Distracted" or "Ooooh! Shiny!"

Posted by sally at November 10, 2007 04:40 PM

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