Thursday 02/13/2025
A quiet day between the rehearsal day and the performance day. I really think this will be my last Good Times show. It’s a lot of stress and a lot of work. Between FOPAL, CHM archive days, CHM docenting, CH AV committee, and Good Times, I need to prune back something. Not sure what yet, but something.
I started out early, taking the car over to the car wash at 8am. Got lucky, I could see a gap in the bands of rain on the weather map, so it was dry and partly sunny. Had them vacuum everything and shampoo the floor mats. The car smelled clean after. Then to the hardware store to buy two mouse traps, the clever kind that look like big hockey pucks. Baited them and put them on the floor in the back seat. Also left the windows partly down in the garage to let air move through. (I’m sure the mouses had their own way in via some hole in the floor pan or something, I’m not worried about them coming in the windows.)
Then I fixed the notes I’d taken during rehearsal. On the video, I stretched the opening of one song where I’d trimmed the intro too tight and the singers didn’t like it. Raised the volume level of two songs. Fixed a place where the transition between one song and the next was messed up. Re-made the video, a process that takes two hours. (One hour of iMovie processing it, and another hour of re-processing its output with the Handbrake app.) During that time I went down to the auditorium and got out the iMac used for displaying the lyrics, and fixed a bunch of nits about the format of the lyrics on the screen. Which brought me to lunch time. Well, having all these things to do, and knocking them off, gives a certain satisfaction.
At lunch I say jokingly that I gave up my masculinity. Yup, I’m gonna have to turn in my Guy Card. I was sitting next to Sue G, and she was going on about her car had “just stopped”. She moved it from a parking space on Channing into our parking lot, and when she parked “it just stopped” and won’t start. I had no idea what she could be describing, or what could possibly be wrong. She quite obviously was hoping I would say (imagine a John Wayne voice here) “Well shucks, Sue, let’s just go out and see what could be wrong with your little old car.”
Yeah? No.
I played dumb. Sympathetic but dumb. Not that I don’t like Sue, I enjoy talking to her, but I just didn’t want to get tagged with the role of substitute hubby for all the widows in the place.
The irony is, three hours later I met with Joanne later to work on a problem with the nav system in her Subaru. I hope Sue didn’t see me sitting in Joanne’s car.
Anyway that was the day.
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