Monday, August 13, 2007

Resurrecting Discipline


In order do resurrect something /someone, that entity had to have lived. I have never been terribly disciplined about anything in my life! (Save for birth control.) Nonetheless, now that the thesis - aka, Grendel - is slain, I recognize I need to get back into the habit of posting on a daily basis and cruising the blogs of friends. I'm sure there is plenty I could blog about today, but as I need to hurry to work, I'll just update and riff and then I need to get dressed and go.

Since my last post, I've been either traveling or traveled upon. My group took our gig on the road in late July where we performed at a marathon festival that included over 100 groups performing back to back to back for 56 hours. Of those, only 3 groups got standing ovations. We were one of them. Considering that included among those scores of groups were a smattering of highly talented professionals and some celebrities even - none of whom received that kind of audience accolade - we were all pretty sauced! Then Honey and I zipped to Texas on a much-needed visit to family. We saw my grandparents (which was good since I think this may have been the last time I see grandpa alive), his grandparents, some cousins, my parents, and lots of friends. And as Texas is a big state and we have pretty much our whole families there, we still missed a lot of people. It was a bit of a whirlwind, traveling up I-35 to see all these folks in the span of 4 days, but I'm glad we did it. We're in that cycle of life where everyone's either getting married/having babies or on the other end, breaking irreparably or dying. Being Home always makes me feel so good and though I'm happy when we're back at this home, I've found lately that I'm literally sick to my tummy when the plane leaves Texas, the last few trips. It just makes me sad to leave, even when there's something wonderful waiting for me in our East Coast home - like BabyDog and Cootie Cat.
... eh, bygones.
My parents followed us back up here and visited for most of last week. That was fun, but it is nice to have our house back. Last night, my best friend from adolescence arrived for a job interview, so we went out for a beer and bocadillos. We lunched with her in Austin 2 weeks ago, but we still had lots to catch up on. It's funny, I saw her maybe a total of twice in the last three years, and then this year, I see her twice in three weeks!

Now that Grendel is rotting in the Great Mead Hall (mmm, mead!) that is the school library, I find I have a teeny bit of free time on my hands. For now, I think I'm just going to enjoy it - especially since work is burbling towards a Vesuvius like eruption and my group is retooling for a bunch of shows this fall. But in the next few weeks, I'd like to start finding other ways to train my creative energy. There's a 10K I'd like to run this fall and I need to start training my soft, flabby self. Likewise, I need to get back into the habit of writing for fun. Maybe fix that horrible screenplay of mine. Eek! That reminds me: I still owe my friend an essay for his site. Schiesse!
Well, off to work! Happy Monday!


virginia gal said...

I'm so sorry to hear about your grandfather...even when you think you are prepared, the loss of a loved one is difficult. He is in my thoughts and prayers.

I definitely think you should just relish in this free time - do some stuff just for Molly.

mommanator said...

You sound so happy and free-good for you! Enjoy for as long as you can!

Molly Malone said...

thanks, both of y'all!

and thanks, virginia gal for thinking of me. Mom and my family had warned me that grandpa had slowed WAY down from the last time i saw him, two years ago. and they weren't kidding. and apparently, he's doing tons better than when he was in recovery from his illnesses this past spring. he can actually walk now, thanks to grandma's tenacity. apparently the rehab/nursing home was content to leave him immobile and uber-feeble. nonetheless, he's definitely on the off-ramp, it's just a matter of how long that ramp is. however, having seen him, I'm happy. he is in excellent spirits and i can't pity him at all. he's almost deaf, halfway blind and moves at about an inch an hour, but he's overjoyed to have family around and to eat his wife's cooking. he is happy. that's all i ask for.

Molly Malone said...

... but you're right. when he goes. i will still be tremendously heartbroken.

JoeinVegas said...

Doctor Molly!! Doctor Molly!!! (well, almost)