Logs or Chips

Good morning all.  The work week has begun.  STILL RAINING and forecasted to do so through the beginning of next week.  That's no good on two levels.

"The Men at Work" (see last post) are certainly being slowed down by this weather and now there is beginning to be some concern about people being able to do be in the new part of the building on the day we open.  I mean it sounds like it would be okay, right?  "Just keep people out of that part, I'm sure you could open the new wing of the building a few days late."  WRONG.  That's where the only public bathrooms are.

[I guess yesterday they went up and made plans for the 7 brand new dressing rooms.  By that I mean shelving, counter space, storage, draws, shoe racks, clothing racks.  The sure sound like they're going to be pretty swanky.  Most of you know I have a friend from home here, we'll call her "Mary Poppins"... "Mary" for short.  If you know her that should make sense.  Anyway, so "Mary" got to pretty much design the dressing rooms.  She's really good with that kind of thing.]

The second problem with the rain is that the crew is really struggling to find dry space to build and paint.  Right now, I understand the painters are mixing things and trying to find just a dry corner to get some things painted.  It really is a rough time of the season though, because they're essentially building the first 4 shows all at the same time.  I can't imagine how they keep it straight.

Okay, so you probably looked at the name of today's post and went..."What the heck does that mean CK?"  So I'd like to fill you in on a little game we like to play here.  When sitting on the porch in the morning, meal times, evening, middle of the night....okay so really anytime you can guarantee that trucks will drive past.  Huge trucks!  The kind you can't even think about talking over.  The trucks are traveling to and from a logging plant that is about 1.5 miles up the road from us.  They send out logs and wood chips to places all over New England.  So the game is really simple....as you hear the massive, deafening truck approach you say, "Logs or chips?"  Everyone around you then 'places their bets' and you await the outcome.  There's no prize, no wager, just dignity.  AND, nobody here gets paid enough to put a dollar amount on such a stupid game.  So that's really all.  I guess it's the mindlessness that is an easy break from stress, fatigue, annoyance, hunger...okay really any other human emotion.

Signing off from The Mountains of Musical Madness.  (logs just passed)
CK