Spent the last few days feeling guilty about doing anything online that did not pertain to my talk in church.
Friday I picked JE up from work and picked up a pizza. We spent the night in the beanbag, watching movies and bad tv streaming on Netflix. Saturday, we woke to thunder and nothing could keep me from running. Five and a half miles in the rain, with thunder and lightning sparking off in the distance. Such a fun run, JE couldn't keep up with me.
Tonight we went to the tall ship festival at Dana Point harbor. We arrived just in time to watch the ships set off, round the jetty and set their sails. There were seven ships in all, but the sea was full of sailing vessels. Tall ships are so majestic and beautiful in their petticoats. I just keep thinking I need to learn to sail, I should just do it. Nothing is stopping me, but me.
My goal for the week:
Work out everyday, no matter what. Prethink and make allowances for it. Eat at home every night, and make plans for a busy Tuesday. My last day of work is Tuesday!
My todo list is a bit crazy still. Saturday I finally got fabric for my class project, a beautiful deep green tweed. Definitely not cheap, but I think well worth what I paid. I need to get it prepped (steamed and rolled) and then lay it out to cut, mark and sew it in preparation for my first fitting. I also got some great fabric for a couple new shirts for JE.. He chose one of them, a really fun retro fifties print covered in people at a cocktail party. The other is a toile with skeletons for day of the dead, super cool and extremely subtle.
Oh, my to do list:
Make buy steal centerpieces for Gram's party, also a photo op station
(so glad her gift is done!)
Finish altering my pattern for class
Make sample for class
Prep dam cut fabric, stitch body of garment
Get the house ready for sisters
Play catchup on some financial issues
Wax & pedicure at home, hair appointment in Dana point, eyebrow threading in irvine
Practice "happy birthday" on my ukulele
Get easy to party
Loose my mind
Ok plan for the week:
Monday: swim a mile
Dinner: salad with beets and goat cheese (this is subject to change if JE is still working overtime. I really hope for his sake that he isn't working overtime. Four straight weeks is enough.
Tuesday: Nike and a brief run
Dinner: pack a sandwich.
Wednesday will figure this out later. Right now I need to sleep.
Sunday, September 11, 2011
My talk for church today. Topic: Integrity
This is my talk that I have been working on all week (on a side note, a lot of this was paraphrased. Another side note, in the program someone had typed my name as "Ines"--last time I spoke in church I was "Irish" and the time before that they used my first name--same church/ward...):
My name is iris Marshall. About 13 years ago, I went to the clerks office at the Oak Hills 8th ward chapel in Provo Utah, to say hi to a guy I really liked. He wasn't there. Instead, I met that man sitting over there. His name is John Marshall.
John grew up in Provo, and served a mission in Argentina, Salta mission. I was raised in Washington state, and served a mission in Australia.
John went to BYU and I worked to support us, doing various costume jobs in and around Provo.
We moved to our current locale in laguna hills in 2003, when john was offered a job at such&such motor company as a digital modeler in the design department. I am a freelance tailor and cutter for theatrical costumes.
People are often curious about what I do. My specialty is men's period costumes. Essentially, a designer gives me an illustration and talks about the details. I take that design and the measurements of the actor and make a pattern. With that pattern I make a mock up out of an inexpensive fabric called muslin. The actor is called back for a fitting and the designer and I check the fit of the mockup, along with the design details and any special finishes he has in mind. The movements the actor makes are also taken into consideration. After the fitting, I take the new information and alter my pattern to fit what the actor and the designer need. Its very important that I am accurate in my pattern making,A quarter inch difference on paper can equate to an inch on fabric. It is also important that I have good communication with the designer.
The designer then gives me a length of fabric, buttons, notions, and interfacings. After my pattern is finished, I lay out my real fabric and cut it according to the pattern. The costume is sewn together to prep it for the next fitting. All the design lines are transferred by hand basting in long even stitches to the garment. Again the actor and the designer and I converge to see the new garment. We talk about hem lengths, collar heights and widths, button placement, finishing stitches, pocket placement, and of course, fit.
Getting a garment to the first fitting is the easy part. After that first fittings, I deconstruct most of the garment, remark the changes that need to happen, and begin the minute and systematic process if making welt pockets, pad stitch lapels and collars, make and secure the understructure of suit fronts, and line the garment. At the intersection of the sleeve and shoulder seam, there are no less than 16 layers of fabric, each painstakingly stitched into place. There are hundreds of stitches in a suit that no one ever sees, and yet without any one of them, the suit would be of lesser quality, look pulled or contorted and may not even hold together as a garment for a dry cleaning or the run of the show. Each stitch, no matter if it's a basting stitch used to mark where a button will be placed, or a tiny stitch used to secure the fly, is of utmost important in the construction of a garment.
Some of you are wondering when exactly I'm going to stop droning on about what I do for a living, and get on with my talk.
But what am I really talking about?
How does this apply to the gospel?
I am fortunate to work with some wonderful women whose insights and opinions are varied, freely given, respectful and often very inspiring. While preparing my talk, I was chatting with a few of my coworkers about my topic and one of them asked the question "what exactly is integrity?" Through a lunch hour discussion, we came up with integrity meaning much more than moral uprightness. The sum of our discussion is that integrity is woven into our character, it is who we are when no one else is watching.
In October 2010, Richard Scott said: The bedrock of character is integrity. Worthy character will strengthen your capacity to recognize the direction of the Spirit and to be obedient to it. Your consistent exercise of faith builds strong character. A secure foundation for your growing character is laid by making Jesus Christ and His teachings the center of your life.
Like my work in tailoring, integrity is built in one decision at a time. If God is the master designer, and my life is the garment I am creating, each decision I make, whether or not I follow the well laid plan illustrated in the scriptures, determines the strength of my character.
Elder Scott: I have personally verified that concepts like faith, prayer, love, and humility hold no great significance and produce no miracles until they become a living part of us through our own experience, aided by the sweet prompting of the Holy Spirit. In early life I found that I could learn gospel teachings intellectually and, through the power of reason and analysis, recognize that they were of significant value. But their enormous power and ability to stretch me beyond the limits of my imagination and capacity did not become reality until patient, consistent practice allowed the Holy Spirit to distill and expand their meaning in my heart. I found that while I was sincerely serving others, God forged my personal character. He engendered a growing capacity to recognize the direction of the Spirit. The genius of the gospel plan is that by doing those things the Lord counsels us to do, we are given every understanding and every capacity necessary to provide peace and rich fulfillment in this life. Likewise, we gain the preparation necessary for eternal happiness in the presence of the Lord.
One of the odd jobs I had in Utah was for a motion picture. It was a reenactment of the hauling of the John Caird, the famous lifeboat of the Ernest Shackleton exhibition. Six men needed to pull a 22.5 foot boat across an ice field. My job was to sew together six harnesses that would be used to actually pull a heavy replica boat over ice. I was given very concise instructions about how to go about putting them together. Each stitch was planned to give the maximum strength to the harness. The last seam would be to joint the front and back of the harness, turning all the seam allowance to one side and stitch it place--kind of like the seams of jeans, the allowances would add strength to the fabric. However, I had not written the instructions down. Rather than turning all the fabric to one side, I opened the seam. By opening the seam, I exposed the bare threads, there was no real strength in the thread. The harnesses were compromised. The results could have been disastrous.
Elder Scott said: Material things do not of themselves produce happiness and satisfaction and the joy of attainment on earth. Nor do they lead us to exaltation. It is nobility of character, that fabric of inner strength and conviction woven from countless righteous decisions, that gives life its direction. A consistent, righteous life produces an inner power and strength that can be permanently resistant to the eroding influence of sin and transgression. Your faith in Jesus Christ and obedience to His commandments will strengthen your character. Your character is a measure of what you are becoming. It is the evidence of how well you are using your time on earth in this period of mortal probation.
So, what are the things that enable us to build our integrity and righteous character?
Communicate with the Designer, frequently. Even if it's just casually.
Keep track of the inspiration given to make those minute changes that need to be made.
Be obedient and when you make mistakes, don't hesitate to repent. A change of heart can begin so subtly, but can allow Heaven to direct and guide you to be a powerful force for good in your world, and the world definitely could use more good.
Do the things you know you need to do in the order you need to do them. If you are supposed to go on a mission, go. That counts for older couples as well.
And stand tall and valiant in your faith. If you don't feel valiant, fake it. Fake it and eventually you will be.
Remember the people who love you. Sometimes, in the face of temptation it is remembering that we are loved by our friends and families that can make a difference. Your faith will be an example to those around you.
My name is iris Marshall. About 13 years ago, I went to the clerks office at the Oak Hills 8th ward chapel in Provo Utah, to say hi to a guy I really liked. He wasn't there. Instead, I met that man sitting over there. His name is John Marshall.
John grew up in Provo, and served a mission in Argentina, Salta mission. I was raised in Washington state, and served a mission in Australia.
John went to BYU and I worked to support us, doing various costume jobs in and around Provo.
We moved to our current locale in laguna hills in 2003, when john was offered a job at such&such motor company as a digital modeler in the design department. I am a freelance tailor and cutter for theatrical costumes.
People are often curious about what I do. My specialty is men's period costumes. Essentially, a designer gives me an illustration and talks about the details. I take that design and the measurements of the actor and make a pattern. With that pattern I make a mock up out of an inexpensive fabric called muslin. The actor is called back for a fitting and the designer and I check the fit of the mockup, along with the design details and any special finishes he has in mind. The movements the actor makes are also taken into consideration. After the fitting, I take the new information and alter my pattern to fit what the actor and the designer need. Its very important that I am accurate in my pattern making,A quarter inch difference on paper can equate to an inch on fabric. It is also important that I have good communication with the designer.
The designer then gives me a length of fabric, buttons, notions, and interfacings. After my pattern is finished, I lay out my real fabric and cut it according to the pattern. The costume is sewn together to prep it for the next fitting. All the design lines are transferred by hand basting in long even stitches to the garment. Again the actor and the designer and I converge to see the new garment. We talk about hem lengths, collar heights and widths, button placement, finishing stitches, pocket placement, and of course, fit.
Getting a garment to the first fitting is the easy part. After that first fittings, I deconstruct most of the garment, remark the changes that need to happen, and begin the minute and systematic process if making welt pockets, pad stitch lapels and collars, make and secure the understructure of suit fronts, and line the garment. At the intersection of the sleeve and shoulder seam, there are no less than 16 layers of fabric, each painstakingly stitched into place. There are hundreds of stitches in a suit that no one ever sees, and yet without any one of them, the suit would be of lesser quality, look pulled or contorted and may not even hold together as a garment for a dry cleaning or the run of the show. Each stitch, no matter if it's a basting stitch used to mark where a button will be placed, or a tiny stitch used to secure the fly, is of utmost important in the construction of a garment.
Some of you are wondering when exactly I'm going to stop droning on about what I do for a living, and get on with my talk.
But what am I really talking about?
How does this apply to the gospel?
I am fortunate to work with some wonderful women whose insights and opinions are varied, freely given, respectful and often very inspiring. While preparing my talk, I was chatting with a few of my coworkers about my topic and one of them asked the question "what exactly is integrity?" Through a lunch hour discussion, we came up with integrity meaning much more than moral uprightness. The sum of our discussion is that integrity is woven into our character, it is who we are when no one else is watching.
In October 2010, Richard Scott said: The bedrock of character is integrity. Worthy character will strengthen your capacity to recognize the direction of the Spirit and to be obedient to it. Your consistent exercise of faith builds strong character. A secure foundation for your growing character is laid by making Jesus Christ and His teachings the center of your life.
Like my work in tailoring, integrity is built in one decision at a time. If God is the master designer, and my life is the garment I am creating, each decision I make, whether or not I follow the well laid plan illustrated in the scriptures, determines the strength of my character.
Elder Scott: I have personally verified that concepts like faith, prayer, love, and humility hold no great significance and produce no miracles until they become a living part of us through our own experience, aided by the sweet prompting of the Holy Spirit. In early life I found that I could learn gospel teachings intellectually and, through the power of reason and analysis, recognize that they were of significant value. But their enormous power and ability to stretch me beyond the limits of my imagination and capacity did not become reality until patient, consistent practice allowed the Holy Spirit to distill and expand their meaning in my heart. I found that while I was sincerely serving others, God forged my personal character. He engendered a growing capacity to recognize the direction of the Spirit. The genius of the gospel plan is that by doing those things the Lord counsels us to do, we are given every understanding and every capacity necessary to provide peace and rich fulfillment in this life. Likewise, we gain the preparation necessary for eternal happiness in the presence of the Lord.
One of the odd jobs I had in Utah was for a motion picture. It was a reenactment of the hauling of the John Caird, the famous lifeboat of the Ernest Shackleton exhibition. Six men needed to pull a 22.5 foot boat across an ice field. My job was to sew together six harnesses that would be used to actually pull a heavy replica boat over ice. I was given very concise instructions about how to go about putting them together. Each stitch was planned to give the maximum strength to the harness. The last seam would be to joint the front and back of the harness, turning all the seam allowance to one side and stitch it place--kind of like the seams of jeans, the allowances would add strength to the fabric. However, I had not written the instructions down. Rather than turning all the fabric to one side, I opened the seam. By opening the seam, I exposed the bare threads, there was no real strength in the thread. The harnesses were compromised. The results could have been disastrous.
Elder Scott said: Material things do not of themselves produce happiness and satisfaction and the joy of attainment on earth. Nor do they lead us to exaltation. It is nobility of character, that fabric of inner strength and conviction woven from countless righteous decisions, that gives life its direction. A consistent, righteous life produces an inner power and strength that can be permanently resistant to the eroding influence of sin and transgression. Your faith in Jesus Christ and obedience to His commandments will strengthen your character. Your character is a measure of what you are becoming. It is the evidence of how well you are using your time on earth in this period of mortal probation.
So, what are the things that enable us to build our integrity and righteous character?
Communicate with the Designer, frequently. Even if it's just casually.
Keep track of the inspiration given to make those minute changes that need to be made.
Be obedient and when you make mistakes, don't hesitate to repent. A change of heart can begin so subtly, but can allow Heaven to direct and guide you to be a powerful force for good in your world, and the world definitely could use more good.
Do the things you know you need to do in the order you need to do them. If you are supposed to go on a mission, go. That counts for older couples as well.
And stand tall and valiant in your faith. If you don't feel valiant, fake it. Fake it and eventually you will be.
Remember the people who love you. Sometimes, in the face of temptation it is remembering that we are loved by our friends and families that can make a difference. Your faith will be an example to those around you.
Thursday, September 8, 2011
Day 341: They're Great
I really want to sleep, to get to bed early and wake up swimming. I had great plans for my evening: get home and swim while it was still somewhat light outside, eat a little something and go to bed. But JE needed some moral support, which translated into dinner. I stopped by whole foods market and picked up a bit of soup for him and some Mac and cheese for myself. We sat at the picnic table in the golden light of the sunset and chatted about anything but work.
I pulled into the garage around 8:30 with plans to get dressed and go out for my swim. It never happened. So many excused. I finally decided I'd prepare my talk for church Sunday, and sat down to study a bit. No inspiration, so I went to the kitchen for an inspiring bowl of frosted flakes. While fluffing the pillows behind me, I tipped the bowl just right and spilled milky flakes all over me and onto the bed (note: I don't normally eat in bed which lack of practice may have invited the chaos which followed my attempt--but I really wanted to relax). I have a horrible feeling about how I took care of the problem. Do clothes washers have anything like my dishwasher? My dishwaser has a magical device called a garbage disposal; what ever food is left on plates, disappears down the drain. If I shoved my bedding into my non-disposing clothes washer, what happens to the cornflakes?
I may have to wait awhile until they are out of the washer.
Those cornflakes were really acting siren to me and I had a thought to go get a second bowl, which I did. On my way back to the bedroom I passed the linen closet, so I grabbed the only other sheet to fit my bed. I'm not entirely sure what happened, but suddenly the entire bowl was upside-down all over the sheet, the pillows, and the rug on the floor. again with the garbage disposal need in washing machines! But can you imagine what that could do to a sock?
Should have just gone swimming.
In the course of writing this, my laundry finished. Good news! No frosted flakes were left in the washing machine! It almost makes me want to attempt a third bowl, but this time I'll stay at the dining table.
I pulled into the garage around 8:30 with plans to get dressed and go out for my swim. It never happened. So many excused. I finally decided I'd prepare my talk for church Sunday, and sat down to study a bit. No inspiration, so I went to the kitchen for an inspiring bowl of frosted flakes. While fluffing the pillows behind me, I tipped the bowl just right and spilled milky flakes all over me and onto the bed (note: I don't normally eat in bed which lack of practice may have invited the chaos which followed my attempt--but I really wanted to relax). I have a horrible feeling about how I took care of the problem. Do clothes washers have anything like my dishwasher? My dishwaser has a magical device called a garbage disposal; what ever food is left on plates, disappears down the drain. If I shoved my bedding into my non-disposing clothes washer, what happens to the cornflakes?
I may have to wait awhile until they are out of the washer.
Those cornflakes were really acting siren to me and I had a thought to go get a second bowl, which I did. On my way back to the bedroom I passed the linen closet, so I grabbed the only other sheet to fit my bed. I'm not entirely sure what happened, but suddenly the entire bowl was upside-down all over the sheet, the pillows, and the rug on the floor. again with the garbage disposal need in washing machines! But can you imagine what that could do to a sock?
Should have just gone swimming.
In the course of writing this, my laundry finished. Good news! No frosted flakes were left in the washing machine! It almost makes me want to attempt a third bowl, but this time I'll stay at the dining table.
Wednesday, September 7, 2011
Day 340: Mr. Darcy delivers
It's a sweet miracle how few notes I had this morning from the dress/tech the night before. Things are looking great. There are just a few pieces that didn't quite make it for the audience preview tonight. It is quite a pretty show.
As I was sitting, working on girl clothes (!), Corey, our Mister Darcy came into the costume shop with a little jar of honey from his city rooftop bees and set it downin front of me. Ther was quite a buzz in the shop about it.Swan had done his cutting and fittings, but I got the honey. They don't know about the pie deal...
The honey is medium amber colored, with a sagey caramel taste: the essence of Los Angeles according to bees. Beautiful.
It's funny how some days it is so much easier to do activities that on otherndays I struggle with. Tonight my run came easy and clean, with few rests/walks or stretching required during my run. JE took a little time to run with me, it was nice to just be with him. Four easy, lovely miles.
Currently baking mini peach pies in butter crust. Dinner was 2 ears of far over cooked corn on the cob and 2 poached eggs, between crust and poaching peaches.
It has been a good, long day.
Happy birthday, Mom!
Today was my due date, a year ago.
As I was sitting, working on girl clothes (!), Corey, our Mister Darcy came into the costume shop with a little jar of honey from his city rooftop bees and set it downin front of me. Ther was quite a buzz in the shop about it.Swan had done his cutting and fittings, but I got the honey. They don't know about the pie deal...
The honey is medium amber colored, with a sagey caramel taste: the essence of Los Angeles according to bees. Beautiful.
It's funny how some days it is so much easier to do activities that on otherndays I struggle with. Tonight my run came easy and clean, with few rests/walks or stretching required during my run. JE took a little time to run with me, it was nice to just be with him. Four easy, lovely miles.
Currently baking mini peach pies in butter crust. Dinner was 2 ears of far over cooked corn on the cob and 2 poached eggs, between crust and poaching peaches.
It has been a good, long day.
Happy birthday, Mom!
Today was my due date, a year ago.
Day 339:
All of my notes were finished before lunch which allowed for time to work on coworker notes. It's a great feeling to put a coat on an actor and have him comment about how great it feels. It is an even better feeling to then be told by your boss that the man who is wearing (and loving) the coat I had just finished is one of the pickiest about his costumes. Yah, I nailed it...
Last night I woke to a crazy nightmarish sort of dream. JE and I were taking pictures together. Sassathorne kept showing up in the photos, life size an animate. It's fun to pretend that my aliens have personalities, but it is another thing altogether to have them animate.
No miles or times for workouts today, just trying to keep it together for the week. I left for work and didn't get home until after eleven. Long days.
Last night I woke to a crazy nightmarish sort of dream. JE and I were taking pictures together. Sassathorne kept showing up in the photos, life size an animate. It's fun to pretend that my aliens have personalities, but it is another thing altogether to have them animate.
No miles or times for workouts today, just trying to keep it together for the week. I left for work and didn't get home until after eleven. Long days.
Monday, September 5, 2011
Day 338: ther was an old lady...
Flying down the trail, into a brilliant sunset, I inadvertently collected a flying bug in my throat. Coughing and spitting for the next half mile, the bug eventually died but stayed tucked safely somewhere between my windpipe and my piehole. But it was great to be back in the saddle,a again. 24 miles including my commute on vacant roads, gotta love Labor Day!
Mister Bingly's vest and frock coat are finished, as is Mister Bennet's waistcoat. Tomorrow will see me finishing his house coat and any alterations left undone at this point. Tomorrow the costumes are taken upstairs to be distributed among various dressing rooms. Actors will wear them during the long days of technical rehearsal--where sound and light queues are set, while the designer may have far too much time to fret over minute details. Let's just hope we all pass that test well. Especially the actor's shoes--shoes that have been worn for weeks in rehearsal can suddenly become incredibly uncomfortable when an actor has to stand in them for 8 hours while queues are recorded, it can be a podological nightmare.
Swimming tomorrow morning, not bike commuting. I forgot I have to actually get to class! I'm really excited that it is after labor day. The kids will be back go school zoom if not already there, which means the pools will start to be less crowded, hurray!
Mister Bingly's vest and frock coat are finished, as is Mister Bennet's waistcoat. Tomorrow will see me finishing his house coat and any alterations left undone at this point. Tomorrow the costumes are taken upstairs to be distributed among various dressing rooms. Actors will wear them during the long days of technical rehearsal--where sound and light queues are set, while the designer may have far too much time to fret over minute details. Let's just hope we all pass that test well. Especially the actor's shoes--shoes that have been worn for weeks in rehearsal can suddenly become incredibly uncomfortable when an actor has to stand in them for 8 hours while queues are recorded, it can be a podological nightmare.
Swimming tomorrow morning, not bike commuting. I forgot I have to actually get to class! I'm really excited that it is after labor day. The kids will be back go school zoom if not already there, which means the pools will start to be less crowded, hurray!
Sunday, September 4, 2011
Day 337: Rest Day
Over the past few weeks, I have heard my Gram's voice getting weaker and more gravely. When we got to her door this morning, I hesitated before knocking, unsure of what state my Gram would be in when we got there. As we entered, she stood up from her couch to greet us. She had done her hair and makeup, and put on her some of her best New England attire. She invariably rises to any occasion.
She has been ill, and has been unable to attend her figure drawing classes. However, that could never stop her from wanting to contribute to the upcoming art show at her retirement community. She reported to us, that yesterday, she spent the day in lessons with Erte and that she has never erased so much in her life. She will have something to put up at the art show, if it is the last thing she does. She turns 92 in a couple weeks, but lives each day to the fullest she can muster. Several doctors have told her she needs to slow down a little. She finally found someone to take over the hospitality committee, so she no longer organizes the welcome table at dinner, but she does attend whenever she is feeling up to it. Her version of slowing down...
After our visit, JE and I went to the beach, or what beach was left during this season on incredibly high tide and tourism. The surf is quite big right now, not North Shore big, but big for SoCal. Reading for leisure, so completely and utterly lovely on the beach with big surf jangling the rocks together. I loved today.
Tonight, we watched a friend sing in her band at Streamline Lounge in Orange. It was really fun; a neat venue.
This may be my last week of work on this show, depending how dress rehearsals go. If things are finished, I may have long periods between acts that I wait for my next big thing to fix/remake/alter comes screeching downstairs like water in hot oil, and need to be completed just as quickly. This is week could be entirely nerve-wracking or completely benign, depending on how well the designer designed and I followed that design. And there could be unforeseen surprises as well, both good and bad. JE is in the same boat, on a different sea. I may need to take a cot to work for him and I am almost not kidding. This will be a last big push for him, as well.
My goals last week were a bit off. There has to be forgiveness for myself for missing because of illness/injury. So, let's try again, shall we? I need to limit my running a little, I injured my foot somehow.
Monday: Bike commute
PM: Swim
Dinner: Zucchini, roasted chicken and potatoes
Tuesday: Bike commute
PM: Class
Beet Salad with goat cheese and candied walnuts
Wednesday: Bike commute
PM: Run
Dinner: Caprese with good bread
Thursday: Bike commute
PM: Swim
Dinner: Thai Curry
Friday: Drive to work to retrieve stuff
Possible Jump day, if we both get done in time.
Dinner out to celebrate!
Saturday: LA for fabric for class
She has been ill, and has been unable to attend her figure drawing classes. However, that could never stop her from wanting to contribute to the upcoming art show at her retirement community. She reported to us, that yesterday, she spent the day in lessons with Erte and that she has never erased so much in her life. She will have something to put up at the art show, if it is the last thing she does. She turns 92 in a couple weeks, but lives each day to the fullest she can muster. Several doctors have told her she needs to slow down a little. She finally found someone to take over the hospitality committee, so she no longer organizes the welcome table at dinner, but she does attend whenever she is feeling up to it. Her version of slowing down...
After our visit, JE and I went to the beach, or what beach was left during this season on incredibly high tide and tourism. The surf is quite big right now, not North Shore big, but big for SoCal. Reading for leisure, so completely and utterly lovely on the beach with big surf jangling the rocks together. I loved today.
Tonight, we watched a friend sing in her band at Streamline Lounge in Orange. It was really fun; a neat venue.
This may be my last week of work on this show, depending how dress rehearsals go. If things are finished, I may have long periods between acts that I wait for my next big thing to fix/remake/alter comes screeching downstairs like water in hot oil, and need to be completed just as quickly. This is week could be entirely nerve-wracking or completely benign, depending on how well the designer designed and I followed that design. And there could be unforeseen surprises as well, both good and bad. JE is in the same boat, on a different sea. I may need to take a cot to work for him and I am almost not kidding. This will be a last big push for him, as well.
My goals last week were a bit off. There has to be forgiveness for myself for missing because of illness/injury. So, let's try again, shall we? I need to limit my running a little, I injured my foot somehow.
Monday: Bike commute
PM: Swim
Dinner: Zucchini, roasted chicken and potatoes
Tuesday: Bike commute
PM: Class
Beet Salad with goat cheese and candied walnuts
Wednesday: Bike commute
PM: Run
Dinner: Caprese with good bread
Thursday: Bike commute
PM: Swim
Dinner: Thai Curry
Friday: Drive to work to retrieve stuff
Possible Jump day, if we both get done in time.
Dinner out to celebrate!
Saturday: LA for fabric for class
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