September 17th, 1970...

... on the eve for my 37th I'm feeling pretty good. Busy and Good. Rehearsals for 'Glass Menagerie' are going into their third week, next week. The assistant directing thing is actually quite fun. There's plenty of work to be done being the gopher but, again, it's experience that will bring more opportunities to other things with the theatre. Who knows?

Anyway, getting back to the birthday. I'll be going about my typical monday, set building at the theatre. Thirty-seven! (Wow! that even TYPES long!) I've not given too much thought about my age (feel younger then the calendar dictates). There are so many things going on now that sitting here pondering my existence is non-productive time so... Whew, that's better! Glad to get that out there.

I'm assistant directing, on committee for the ICTL Festival in March of next year, still set building on monday (2 plus years and counting), ushering as much as I'm able, potentially going to house manage the theatre for a day during the '12 a.m.' run in the studio theatre (still working out the details on that). I'm thinking about taking that day off so I can let the actual house manager enjoy more of the day off up at the Acorn Theatre, in Three Oaks. We'll see how much head-bashing it will take to get Greg to give me yet another saturday off. Should not be that big of a deal... we've got Adham.

I've come to a new realization about my presence at the frame shop... it's growing stronger. There seems to be a transition taking place in terms of my being this assistant manager to something more affluent in how I relate to people who come in. I'm not anxious like I felt I used to be. My pace has reached a level where I can cruise through things and the clock seemingly moves slower than ever before (and more is getting accomplished). We're going into a lull of sorts with walk-in business but, like all lulls, it will pass. I've never been with an employer this long so everything that happens with me at work is a new experience (a better understanding of my character and temperament... and a chance to see if I will truly age gracefully... man, I sure hope so). Ob-la-dee, Ob-la-da, life goes on. Cheers!