Break
There is a pause in the madness, and I have to voice some praise and some prayers.
The Night Away: At the very last minute, Jenna and Gil got me into Calgary for a night, unexpectedly and impossibly, being totally willing to bring me back after only a late evening and morning in the city. After my class we just made the 7 PM showing of "The Prestige" (Zowie, I love my Bowie), dropped by the Joyce (sorely missing my Cate, but otherwise it was sweet, sweet Irish mistiness), took a sleep break, and sped back off to Three Bumps for my one o'clock Barnabas call.
The Improv of Doom: We, as a Barnabas team, had been warned that this extension would include a two hour show for the youth of the town of K--, half of which at least had to be improv. We were also told we would be fully prepared to run an improv show by then. Prepared? Well, we went bravely enough, hiding our yellow striped backs in Players' black, and we did our best. And… it was a success. We could have done another hour or two, easily. The kids of the town were bottomless in their capacity for humour and zaniness. Even the "sullen" older teens I so fear. There was laughter and movement all over the place, and some genuine moments of genius. Caramilk bubbles whilst hitchhiking, Tom Cruise and Barbie as party guests… good times. (Ty did suffer a few bruises from a youngster who didn't understand the concept of a stage kick. We probably should have picked up on that before he reached his third or fourth gut-wallop. Sorry, Ty.)
The Visit with Adopted Family: Managed a reasonably well-rested Tuesday, and around ten PM Jenna, Gil, and I managed to get together with one of my other brothers, Eric, and our dear friend, Erica (she's a little dearer to Eric than to us, if you know what I mean. We might be making another adoption, soon). We'd pretty much only had one other viewing of each other since the wedding. Had good conversation that died into mutual exhaustion after about an hour, but who better to share droopy eyes and belching yawns with than family? (We're getting old, guys. Remember when it didn't matter what our hours were, we were still bright-eyes through the early morning? Nope, my memory's not that good, either)
Upcoming Reading Break: My parents are in town. Haven't seen them at all since the wedding. My relief is touchy-feely palpable. I hope to see them after Barnabas practice today, around six PM. And then, other than one brief stop for my last breakfast shift of the week at six AM Friday, and a quick cleanup of our theatre the rest of the morning (darn, I almost forgot about that), I've nothing but family time until Sunday. Okay, and maybe I need to try to stop in at Parable for Bubushka light hanging on Saturday. We'll see. I have a lot I have to accomplish during the none-fun latter half of reading break. Five major projects, all due the next two weeks, and a pile of regular homework to do ahead for the weekends I have extension or Bubushka. There are no free weekends until December 15th, and everything has to be done before then. How many weeks is that? Gulp.
Please pray for my friends, those who are in sorrow and suffering this week. I know of two who have lost loved ones, in a manner both shocking and devastating, and three who are ill and not likely to recover. As someone has already said, Jesus, have mercy.
To all of you with have aching hearts, or just in need of a gentle touch, I'll leave you with this, and my love.
I will be the answer
At the end of the line
I will be there for you
While you take the time
In the burning of uncertainty
I will be your solid ground
I will hold the balance
If you can't look down
If it takes my whole life
I won't break, I won't bend
It will all be worth it
Worth it in the end
Cause I can only tell you what I know
That I need you in my life
When the stars have all gone out
You'll still be burning so bright*
Cast me gently
Into morning
For the night has been unkind
Take me to a
Place so holy
That I can wash this from my mind
The memory of choosing not to fight
If it takes my whole life
I won't break, I won't bend
It will all be worth it
Worth it in the end
'Cause I can only tell you what I know
That I need you in my life
When the stars have all burned out
You'll still be burning so bright*
Cast me gently
Into morning
For the night has been unkind
--Sarah McLachlan
(*Italics mine) You'll still be burning so bright. -Kat
The Night Away: At the very last minute, Jenna and Gil got me into Calgary for a night, unexpectedly and impossibly, being totally willing to bring me back after only a late evening and morning in the city. After my class we just made the 7 PM showing of "The Prestige" (Zowie, I love my Bowie), dropped by the Joyce (sorely missing my Cate, but otherwise it was sweet, sweet Irish mistiness), took a sleep break, and sped back off to Three Bumps for my one o'clock Barnabas call.
The Improv of Doom: We, as a Barnabas team, had been warned that this extension would include a two hour show for the youth of the town of K--, half of which at least had to be improv. We were also told we would be fully prepared to run an improv show by then. Prepared? Well, we went bravely enough, hiding our yellow striped backs in Players' black, and we did our best. And… it was a success. We could have done another hour or two, easily. The kids of the town were bottomless in their capacity for humour and zaniness. Even the "sullen" older teens I so fear. There was laughter and movement all over the place, and some genuine moments of genius. Caramilk bubbles whilst hitchhiking, Tom Cruise and Barbie as party guests… good times. (Ty did suffer a few bruises from a youngster who didn't understand the concept of a stage kick. We probably should have picked up on that before he reached his third or fourth gut-wallop. Sorry, Ty.)
The Visit with Adopted Family: Managed a reasonably well-rested Tuesday, and around ten PM Jenna, Gil, and I managed to get together with one of my other brothers, Eric, and our dear friend, Erica (she's a little dearer to Eric than to us, if you know what I mean. We might be making another adoption, soon). We'd pretty much only had one other viewing of each other since the wedding. Had good conversation that died into mutual exhaustion after about an hour, but who better to share droopy eyes and belching yawns with than family? (We're getting old, guys. Remember when it didn't matter what our hours were, we were still bright-eyes through the early morning? Nope, my memory's not that good, either)
Upcoming Reading Break: My parents are in town. Haven't seen them at all since the wedding. My relief is touchy-feely palpable. I hope to see them after Barnabas practice today, around six PM. And then, other than one brief stop for my last breakfast shift of the week at six AM Friday, and a quick cleanup of our theatre the rest of the morning (darn, I almost forgot about that), I've nothing but family time until Sunday. Okay, and maybe I need to try to stop in at Parable for Bubushka light hanging on Saturday. We'll see. I have a lot I have to accomplish during the none-fun latter half of reading break. Five major projects, all due the next two weeks, and a pile of regular homework to do ahead for the weekends I have extension or Bubushka. There are no free weekends until December 15th, and everything has to be done before then. How many weeks is that? Gulp.
Please pray for my friends, those who are in sorrow and suffering this week. I know of two who have lost loved ones, in a manner both shocking and devastating, and three who are ill and not likely to recover. As someone has already said, Jesus, have mercy.
To all of you with have aching hearts, or just in need of a gentle touch, I'll leave you with this, and my love.
I will be the answer
At the end of the line
I will be there for you
While you take the time
In the burning of uncertainty
I will be your solid ground
I will hold the balance
If you can't look down
If it takes my whole life
I won't break, I won't bend
It will all be worth it
Worth it in the end
Cause I can only tell you what I know
That I need you in my life
When the stars have all gone out
You'll still be burning so bright*
Cast me gently
Into morning
For the night has been unkind
Take me to a
Place so holy
That I can wash this from my mind
The memory of choosing not to fight
If it takes my whole life
I won't break, I won't bend
It will all be worth it
Worth it in the end
'Cause I can only tell you what I know
That I need you in my life
When the stars have all burned out
You'll still be burning so bright*
Cast me gently
Into morning
For the night has been unkind
--Sarah McLachlan
(*Italics mine) You'll still be burning so bright. -Kat