I spent this weekend haring off every which way, it seemed. Or maybe it was just 'cause I was so busy all the time. I started the weekend driving up to Groton to pick our EMACT Festival timeslot. EMACT is the Eastern Massachusetts Association of Community Theatres. The EMACT festival is just about one month away, and I am stage managing a one-act for the festival. Since out director wasn't available, the producer and I were going to go anyway. Our props mistress came along to check out the performance space.
I've never been to the Groton School - but man alive, their theatre is fucking beautiful. And the set onstage? Likely nobody but gwendolyngrace
will care, or get it, but they're mounting a production of "Stepping Out" and had the beginnings of a truly gorgeous church basement started... right down to church pew bench, (painted on) industrial tile floor, and ugly radiator.
Anyway. We get up there, and there are fourteen groups represented - at least one newbie group that has never done this before. We are called up one at a time to choose our "chip" that will tell us in what order we were going to choose timeslots. We got our application in about seventh or eighth, so a number of groups picked chips before us (and the first group chose chip 12). By the time we picked, 1, 2, 4, 5, and 7 were already picked. The odds of us getting one of our top three choices was slim.
The gods were with me, because I chose chip number 3!!! So our timeslot is second on Sunday - which means we move into the space at 7:30am, tech at 9am and go at around 12:30pm - done for the day by 1:30ish - and just have to watch the last two groups, relax, and go to the awards show in the evening. Yes, it is a fucking long day, but if we went on in the last afternoon slot? Move in at 6:30am, tech at 7:00am, show at 3:00pm - which to my mind drags it out unnecessarily and painfully. That is *wicked* hard on the crew (read: ME) not even including the actors.
So we were happy, and done and back from Groton by 1pm and I went on to the next thing. I was making a square lap-sized quilt for my mom for mother's day, so I spent most of the rest of the day trying to finish that. Gwen came over and we watched Raiders of the Lost Ark (man, it's been an age since I'd seen that movie).
I kicked her out after midnight so I could go to bed and get up early Sunday to finish binding the quilt.
Up early Sunday, finished the quilt and went to my folks for Mother's day. My brother, sis-in-law and kids stopped by with a plant for my mom (columbine). K looks good, if slightly uncomfortable - she's at that too-pregnant-to-want-to-voluntarily-move stage. Six more weeks or so. The minivan is lovely, and my brother is not real happy to be driving the mommy-van, but he's okay about it, just grumbling under his breath a little.
Mom loved the quilt. I
was thinking she could snuggle with her grandchildren with it. She
is thinking she's going to hang it on the wall. She doesn't want the grandkids *touching* it. I told her it was hers, so if she wanted to keep the sticky, drooly, messy ones away from it, I was okay with that. However if she had wanted to snuggle up and actually *use* (and abuse it) like any quilt, that was okay, too. I spent a long time just *talking* with my mom. My dad was in the family room watching golf and my mom and I went into the living room and lounged on the couches. They are going to be going to New York or New Jersey next week because one of my cousins is getting married. I don't know exactly where - none of my generation of cousins was invited (likely just to keep attendance to a reasonable number - there is a hella lot of us!).
I hope all the mommys on my flist had awesome mother's days!