I visited the zoo...and they let me leave!

It was in the cards; the Broyles family was destined to visit a zoo on Monday. That's just what happened. The whole family got to visit a zoo. Thing 1 and his 1st grade class visited the Kansas City Zoo and that's where Sweet Thing went. He rode on the bus with the other students and she rode along with another mother, who is a teacher at his school. Thing 2 and his preschool class paid a visit to the Topeka Zoo, so Thing 3 and I drove over there as well. It was cold (relatively speaking) and windy, but we saw some cool animals and the boys enjoyed playing at nearby Gage Park.

Friday night we stayed home and had a campfire in our backyard. I played a little guitar (the amount of playing was small) and we busted out the little guitar (an actual small guitar) we'd been saving for just the right time for the boys to learn. It was fun and I enjoyed hearing the boys make up songs of their own and just sing out of pure happiness. I've also learned to loosen up a bit enough to just make up some kind of chorus to sing along of my own. There's few better feelings than the pure joy of singing. I love it.

Saturday we went to a small little family get together on Sweet Thing's side of the family. Several kids attended, which I like to see, and it was a nice day for grilling hamburgers. We got home late and bathed the boys and put them to bed.

Sunday, we cleaned house and caught up on laundry and I worked on reorganizing the garage and workshop, which had slowly accumulated a bunch of junk.

Monday, zoo. Then, I operated concession stand number six out of seven for the freshman class. I left there and headed immediately to play rehearsal. I've almost got all my lines memorized and the dance we have to do is coming along nicely.

Today, it's cold and rainy. It looks like I'll be riding my bicycle home in the cold rain. Bummer.

As usual, I pray overflowing, huge portions of blessings upon all my friends and family and their friends and family as well as my enemies.

something new

All of my devoted followers/readers (10) will know that I mentioned I've secured a role in A Midsummer Nights Dream. What they might not know is the role is Francis Flute. Francis Flute is a "rude mechanical". In Shakespeare's theater, this meant Francis was a blue collar laborer valued for his muscles, not for his mind. The rude mechanicals are to be a little rough, a little uncouth, a little bit on the vulgar (rude) side, because of their social status of not making much money and not possessing an education. Flute and the other rude mechanicals have made a play to perform for the wedding celebration of the king and queen. It's a competition, and if they win, they stand to win a sum of money to split between their company. Flue is excited to be a part of the production, but is picked by the amateur rude mechanical director to play Thisbe, the female lover of Pyramus. Flute is disappointed by being cast as the female.

I've seen productions where Flute is played by a young man with a thin figure and clean baby face. I've also seen it played by fully mature grown me with a thick beard. This shows the Shakespearean text can be interpreted at least a couple ways. One: Flute is the youngest and looks the most like a female of the participants; or would pass as a female the easiest. Two: Flute is clearly the ugliest, most masculine of the troupe and his playing Thisbe will be the most comical. Either way, Flute disputes the choice on the grounds that he has a beard growing.

Our rude mechanicals scene is supposed to be nearly a disaster, for comic effect. We try hard, and our hearts are in the right place, but is comical in our lackluster finished product. However, they end up winning the prize, and it's pointed out by the royalty in attendance that it was Flute's performance as Thisbe that sold the audience and caused them to win.

This informs my performance. Presently, I have a mustache and soul patch and I'm clearly not "youthful" as a young man. Also, what makes it slightly more complicated is our rude mechanical group, which is made up of men, has two female actresses in it. This begs the question obviously, why did the rude mechanicals director choose Francis Flute to play the female role of Thisbe. Now, this situation is specific to our production, it's not the case in all the productions I've watched. So, I'm thinking the reason the director would choose Flute is because he's incompetent, or has something against Flute, and he's taking it out on him in this way. We've decided one of the females, playing Robin Starveling the tailor,  will show her disdain at being cast as a man when there's a perfectly good male (Flute) to fill it.

At any rate, all of that was to say that I'll be doing a couple of firsts in this production. It will mark the first time I will be portraying a female on stage, even if it's known that I'm a male character playing a female character. Secondly, I'll be dying for the first time on stage, even if it's a fake death and it's in the play within the play. It will be my first comedy. Also, it will be quite physical comedy.

It's going to be great fun, and very funny for the audience.

Those are some firsts for me.

Spring cleaning

Friday night I ran the third concession stand for that week, with only five more to go! It was for a league track meet and we stayed there until nine o'clock. I cook the dogs and burgers and let the freshman students run the inside, including making change for customers. I have another to run tomorrow night, and it's for a big league middle school track meet, so we're expecting quite a number in attendance. The first two I worked were for the spectators at the girls varsity and junior varsity soccer games, so there was not a lot of crowd. Friday, I just set my portable radio on the end of the grill and listened to the Royals win their home opener against the White Sox and turned and flipped and wrapped about five dozen or so burgers and probably twice that number of dogs. Good fun. We had a friend's son over to stay the night on Friday, as his parents were out of town. They were still awake when I arrived home.

Saturday we gathered ourselves and left a little before noon to take the son home and to go to Sweet Thing's parents' house for Sweet Thing's father's birthday. They had the little outdoor fireplace going and her mother had cooked up a big batch of good lasagna and salad and other stuff. It was good and the sun was out and I took a small nap in the afternoon out in their yard in the grass. It was enough for me to get a touch of sunburn on my face. the rest of me was covered. Saturday night, we got the kids in bed and I wasn't too terribly sleepy, so I stayed up to watch a production of A Midsummer Nights Dream, starring Kevin Cline and Michele Pfeifer, from the nineties or early two thousands. It was good and it gave me more of a perspective on the character I'll be playing in our community theater's rendition for early summer. I also watched Saturday Night Live, which these days I don't choose to watch fully often, due to its time. It had me laughing out loud with some of their skits. I used to think that was my ultimate dream, to be on SNL. Is that sad that I never pursued it? Is it too late?

Sunday, I slept in as best as I could, then fried bacon and scrambled eggs and made toast to go along with it. We all ate breakfast and gave the house a quick once over before we all headed outside. At first the plan was to dig up the garden dirt a bit, but before we did that we wanted to just rake away the windblown leaves from along the edge of the house and from along the fence.  Well, it turned out we couldn't very well stop there, but ended up raking the entire backyard and south half of the yard and burning most of the leaves in the ditch. While near the end of the burn, the Ottawa Fire Department visited me and reminded me to call and acquire a burn permit next time. They were friendly and didn't even tell me to stop. Sunday's temperature was cool; clouds covered the day and made things a bit moist, and the wind speed was quite low. I had filled our two watering cans to have on call for immediate use (which I didn't need) and we were on the south side of the house and within about fifty feet of a hundred feet of active garden hose, ready to go) I stayed right next to the fire as it burned and I felt I had used precaution.

 I also removed the good compost we'd made, and which had turned to near dirt, enough for five or six wheelbarrows full which we dumped on our garden plots. What leaves we had left which we did not burn for a couple of different reasons, we placed in the compost pile where we'd removed the good compost earlier. I made the compost location bigger. I had a partial sheet of cement board leftover from tiling the bathroom which I hung on the bottom of the side of my workshop where the compost pile was expanded. It's down low to protect the wood siding of the workshop from the rot that's encouraged in the compost pile. I also had a little two by six fence that I'd built earlier for a task I don't remember any longer, which I installed at the end of the sidewalk to make a little wall for the expanded compost pile. Lastly, I used the leaf blower to blow off the rest of the detritus from the sidewalk and patio. I hope it looks much better when I approach it today returning from home. We worked until after dark to get it done and the kids didn't get to bed until after nine, and it was a school night!

We have a birthday party to host this Saturday afternoon. Thing One is turning seven years old! It's hard to believe. He's decided he want to visit a place called Zonkers! It's an arcade type destination. It's been difficult for me to accept that my exceptionally bright and extraordinarily mature and intuitive child wants to do something as common as go to an arcade, like any lowly plebeian. I guess he's just completely normal and healthy after all. It's just me who wants my sons to be of the cut that would decide a museum or a theater performance would be more in store. They say time flies when you're having fun. Well, I must be having a blast, because time has already flown!

Blessings upon my house, all those I know and love, and my enemies, too!

April Showers!

Yes, the obvious must be acknowledged.  April has not disappointed us in the rain department, so far. April has indeed given us several showers, thus far, just four days into it. We are thankful, moreover, for said showers. BUT, that's not the entire meaning of the title of this post: April Showers! No, the more exciting of the two meanings in this double entendre of the non-sexual sort gives a clue to the almost near completion of a long incomplete project of mine.  I finally installed a working shower in our house. (Cue applause)

Yes, it's true. Our family has lived without a shower for, I don't know, three years, I suppose, if I thought about it. We have been bathing in our bathtub as a way to preserve our good hygiene. It was a project i started about five years ago, I suppose and I completed a great deal of it, but never did acquire the shower surround, nor the wall mounted light fixtures for above the sink and mirror. 

Well, over the recent spring break I enjoyed, I installed the shower surround and mounted and connected the lights, mounted another wall mirror, and hung a cabinet, too. Sweet Thing hung up a nice looking shower curtain and, I swear, it looks like an honest to goodness, legitimate bathroom when we walk in there. 

I still have some things to do. For instance, Sweet Thing wants a shelf built and installed. I also need to repair a few dings in the wallboard I made when I wrestled the surround into place. Also, Sweet Thing wants the bathroom repainted. And the toilet paper dispenser installed. But, did I mention, we can take a shower now? 

Thing Two celebrated his fifth birthday, and we invited his grandparents and some friends of his over for birthday cake and ice cream and to play in the yard. We did that over this past Saturday.  Once they all left, we drove to Topeka to visit the zoo for an hour or two, then let the boys play in Gage Park, across the street. They had a blast in Gage Park and played until dark and it became too cold.

Monday was his true birthday, so we reserved some presents of our own for him to open in the morning before I left for school. I didn't get to see him after school, because I am the freshman class sponsor and the freshman class is responsible for operating the concession stand for the spring soccer games and track meets, of which there was one on Monday after school. I got home too late to say goodnight to the boys on that day. Thing Two got some cool gifts, like a light saber I would have loved to have had as a kid; rollerskates; and a pogo stick. He's a good kid, that Thing Two. 

I also have agreed to play another role in another play. The director for ACT Ottawa contacted me desiring for me to play the role of Francis Flute in A Midsummer Nights Dream. I knew of auditions and their production, but I had refrained from participating due to the demands it makes upon me of my time and the stress it places upon Sweet Thing when I am gone even more than I already am. Anyway, I thought I'd better say yes when opportunities arise of this nature, so I agreed. It will be the first time I will dress as a girl, in any situation, as far as I remember. Francis Flute is a man in MSND, who is cast to play Thisbe (a woman) in a play they put on for the king and queen. So, it's a play within a play, and I'll be playing a man who has to play a woman in a play. The scenes I'm in are meant to be funny, so I'm trying to get our little scenes to be as funny as we can.

I'll try to remember to upload some Youtube videos of different productions of it, so my innumerable readers (10) can watch them and get an idea of what I'll be doing.

May the month of April shower blessings upon all of you my friends, and all my enemies, as well.