Return of the Roller Trees.

We are now about five weeks into our preparations for “Into the Woods.”  The roller skating trees I feared disappeared quickly, but then reappeared without warning a week ago.  I still am concerned that we may have serious injury and that the whole thing will look just plain silly; but onward we go.

How did it happen?  Initially, we were able to convince the director that we could produce rolling tree units with human operators that could animate the branches and give the trees life.  The reason she wanted the trees was sound.  The forest was to become a character in the story, directing and influencing the characters as they tried to make their way through the forest.  This plan would allow her to accomplish that same feeling with far less risk of injury.  She reluctantly agreed. 

Onward we go.  The director continually requests more complexity, texture, and dimensionality.   All good things, but not cheap in terms of cost or labor.  We are an academic theatre, so labor is free, but limited in skill and hours available.  Additionally, our budget is woefully inadequate.  We are in a new larger space, but our budget suffered the same 15% cut that the entire university was subject to despite our new larger need for money.  We have no stock, or soft goods in scale with the space since this is our first production here.  And since it is the first, the expectation is that we will dazzle the audience with what we are capable of with our fancy new theatre.  We know this going in, so our program director has begged (and I do mean begged in a degrading way) and gotten a bit more money.  The masonite to cover the floor so we can paint it and materials to make a plain black portal completely devour the extra funds.  Now, we still have an essentially empty space and the same old budget we started with.  Onward we go.

Oblivious to the cost of what she is asking, the director keeps asking for more and I keep drawing.  I am sent back to revise everything at one point to alter the overall look.  She wants a less lyrical look, more scary/gothic, less romantic.   Fine, no problem, but perhaps this should have been said a few weeks ago before I think I am on the right track and spend two weeks sketching?

At last the technical director produces an estimate for the cost of the set.  It is a mere 50%  over the budget for the ENTIRE season, and not all of the costs have been accounted for yet.  There is shock, surprise, and emergency meetings.  The technical director and I are NOT surprised.  And go to work cutting.  The director gets a weird attitude and declares “I never wanted that anyway” several times.  We cut the Prince’s horse, the carriage, scale back on a moving ground row that would travel as we went in and out of the woods, major cuts are made to the trees that are to frame to portal.  Then we get to the living trees.  With an “I told you so” tone, she points out the trees made as costumes for skaters would be far cheaper than the mobile scenic trees.  She is right.  We re-hash the safety issues, and get her to agree that if adequate skating skills do not exist in the casting pool, the trees will be on foot, and not on skates.  (Why didn’t we think of this before?  The speed and fluid progress of skaters was so attractive to the director she would not let go of the idea of wheels prior to our budget “surprise”.)

You might think that I would be totally unhappy about this compromise.  I’ll confess to having a pretty ” we are all going to hell in a hand basket” attitude for a few days.  Then as I was drawing the tree that holds the spirit of Cinderella’s mother for the third time, I had a new thought.  We already had people dressed as trees.  Why couldn’t one of the tree/actors be Cinderella’s mother instead of building something additional that would need lots of special effects help to make it seem magical?  I quickly found the director, technical director, and costume designer and asked them the same question.  All agreed it was a win/win/win/win.  Less scenery, no additional costumes, an original solution and stage time for some one who would’ve only been an offstage voice.  My secret bonus, one less chunk of scenery to draft and paint!

This idea also has an added conceptual bonus.  Since we decided that the forest had a will of its own, the scenic trees began more and more to take on human qualities as I drew them.  Branches looked like arms, thick roots like legs, knot holes shaped like eyes.  I had never objected to the forest as a character idea.  But until now the forest was only being mischievous, or “nebby” as they say here.  Now there is a connection to the characters in the play.  If one of the trees held the spirit of Cinderella’s mother, the other trees could hold spirits too.  The Baker is burdened with a curse inflicted on his parents and then passed to him.  Wouldn’t their spirits want to help him?  Of course they would.  Now the forest has a real motivation, and has something at stake too.  THAT is the thing that will make the idea work.

So am I happy?  Not that simple.  I guess I would say I am rooting for the idea to work now.  I have enthusiasm for the project again, despite the fact that I hope the skates are ditched and we go on foot.  I am still nervous about the budget, and the skates.   But onward we go. . . .

My Side . . .

I went to visit a close friend recently. A few days after I arrived home this post appeared on her newly launched blog.  I’m here to tell you that I am not brave, just lucky, and this is how it happened.

Let’s jump back, almost 25 years (holy SH*T, I am I really old enough to say that?)  I am attending Smallish State College with a really awesome music program.  Am I there to study theatre?   No.  I am there because I have some misguided idea that there might be a back door to the music education program for which I am too chicken to audition.  While I am searching for aforementioned “back door”, I find myself spending a lot of time with the theatre program, and liking it.  (Right now you are saying, whAAAAT?  Wasn’t she too chicken to audition for the music program?  Guess what?  No audition needed to build and paint scenery.)  So, after two years, zero back doors, and loads of laughs, I declare a theatre major.  After all, I’m having a blast and I have all the classes I need so far. (And I haven’t touched my saxophone in two years.)

At this point I get a little serious and consider transferring to another school closer to “The City”.  I think,  if I am serious and want to “Make it”, Smallish State College really is not going to cut it.  This “period of consideration” lasted about a week.  My major complication?   Love.  I was already engaged and frankly couldn’t bear to leave his side.  Around the same time I also considered a psychology major, or minor (as a back up).  Mostly because it was kind of interesting and I had most of those classes too.  Ultimately, I decided it was too much work.

The love of my life was quite driven and has arranged by his junior year to attend grad school at  Major University.  So naturally, I applied there and no where else.  Fortunately, they had a theatre program too.  I studied hard for my GRE.  Not because I was ambitious, but because I liked being a student and didn’t really want to leave the academic world.  To my great surprise I was accepted into the MFA program and awarded a teaching fellowship.

So, now I’m in grad school studying scene design at Major University,  AND I”M REALLY BAD AT IT!  I’m under-prepared for grad school and my first produced design is a disaster.  I took a lot of pictures. (Hey! Remember film?)  Almost none of them came out and I was glad.  No record of my folly.

Summer.  A lot of time to think.  My husband (oh, I forgot to mention we married the summer before grad school.)  spends all his time in the lab.  I am working a night job and completely unsure if I will return for year number two.  So, what to do?  I want badly to start a family.   But, we are young, and we know it and decide to wait.  I think about other jobs.  None of them are appealing enough to keep me from theatre, even if it is bad theatre of my own making.  And it seems a good way to keep busy until we can have our family.

I return to school for two more years.  Perhaps I am more relaxed and more focused because I have convinced myself that I am just passing time until the next phase of my life can begin.  I improve, a lot.

So, now I somehow have earned an MFA.  I need to stay in town because my husband is still two and a half years away from his PhD.  The professional theatre associated with the university hires me as a properties artisan.  As I graduate, the current employee leaves.  Lucky me.

For the next two and a half years I make stuff.  ALL kinds of stuff.  Pillows, curtains, puppets, fake food, fake bear skin rugs.  I learn how to to dye fabric, upholster furniture, and  navigate the stormy politics of a professional theatre company.   I learn more than I ever could’ve in grad school.  And, although I don’t know it at the time, it is my dream job.

The only thing that could drag me from my dream job was, the next part of my life.  Hubby finishes his P.h.D. and we leave town for his post-doctoral position.  I am excited.  A bigger city, with many more opportunities to work in theatre.  But, the most exciting part is we are now grownups, school is done, and I hope to start the family I have been waiting for.

We move soon after Thanksgiving. Three days to unpack. On the forth day, job hunting.  I find two part-time jobs within two days.  Cool.  Now I can look for theatre work.

By mid-January I have found two theatre gigs.  One is a design job at Painfully Small Community Theatre.  The  second is the props coordinator at Big Time Theatre Company.  I had been hired to do props because 5 of the 6 productions would use sets that were already built; this meant there was no set designer on staff to design the needed props for the shows.  Prop packages for rental sets are notoriously full of holes, and certainly don’t address the needs of a director who was probably 10 years old when the set was built.  I was a hole plugger.  (Picture small dutch boy next to the cracked dike.)

Six musicals in one summer, each show only has one or two weeks to prepare.  This is actually a very typical summer stock schedule.  What made this job challenging is the scale and prominence of the company.  The theater’s stage (in sq. feet) is the second largest in the country.  Additionally, I would be a non-union employee of the theatre company directing a union crew.

This was a really hard job.  I considered any day less than 10 hours long an easy day, and they were rare. There were no days off.  I was blessed with a dependable, smart intern and some other experienced staff members who looked out for me and steered me away from trouble more than once.  They also had the uncanny ability to know when to take me out for a beer.  This was the scariest job I had ever attempted and I was actually good at it.  The down side to the job was that it was only for the summer (not that any human could’ve maintained that pace of production year-round) and the demands of the position were hell on a marriage.  At the end of the summer, the crew of union guys I had worked with told me that I had done pretty good, and they wouldn’t mind if I came back next year.  Apparently, this was the first time they had ever offered this invite to someone in my position.  So, you might be thinking that taking on this job was brave.  Actually it was pretty dumb.  I had no idea what I had gotten myself into and was motivated by the fear of someone yelling at me.  There is a LOT of yelling in a place like that.  I don’t respond well to yelling and will do most anything to avoid it, including work 90 or more hours a week.  No wonder I was asked back.  Now I just needed work from August until May.

As the end of the summer and the end of my contract neared I let co-workers know that I was looking for work.  One of them must have listened.  A few days before my contract was over I received a morning phone call at home.  A VERY well trained voice at the other end of the line announced, “Hello, my name is Dr. Well Trained Voice and I hear you are looking for a job.”  I was so stunned I almost hung up.  Turns out one of my co-workers was a faculty member at Local Ultra Large University and Dr. Well Trained Voice had called her to see if she had any recent MFAs looking for work.  She didn’t, but she gave him my name.  He called directory assistance, and then called me.  Dr. Well Trained Voice was the department chair at a theatre program at Pip Squeak Woman’s College just outside of town.  I interviewed for the Scene Designer/ Technical Director / Lighting Design / Teaching/ Half-time position that evening and was offered the job on the spot.  The were not wasting any time, the semester started in two weeks.

There was no logical reason for me to get this job.  I did everything wrong at the interview.  I was not prepared, I was sleep deprived, I knew nothing about the school or the program, my portfolio was a ghastly mess, and I told Dr. Well Trained Voice that I would not be able to keep the position more than two years, and (YES!) there had been others interview for the position.  How I got this job is still a mystery to me.

As I write this I am now starting my 16th year at Pip Squeak Woman’s College which has grown into Small University.  I am still in a half-time position but fortunately wear far fewer hats than I have had to during the first ten years.  I have been asked back to Big Time Theatre Company many times as a props coordinator and more recently to design shows for their smaller side ventures.  I am fortunate  to have a husband that earns a healthy wage so that I can continue what really should be considered a self-supporting hobby.

How did I get here?  Let’s review: 1. I was too lazy in school to pursue an additional major.  2. I went to grad school because that is what my husband was doing. 3. I stayed in grad school because I didn’t know what else to do with myself.  4. I got a job at a professional theatre because I was in the right place at the right time.  5.  I moved to a bigger city to stay with my husband.  6.  I was hired by a Big Theatre Company because only ignorant “new in town” people ever take the job.  7. I was once again in the right place at the right time to get a teaching position.

See.  Nothing happened because I was brave.  Honestly, I had time to pursue theatre because having a family did not come quickly or easily even once we got around to trying.  I needed to stay busy to stay sane.  That bad luck ended up having a very positive effect on my career.  It is not the life I would’ve picked, but it is the one I have.

This is the really frustrating thing about teaching theatre.  No matter how hard you work, or how “talented” you may be, it really just all depend on dumb luck.

Candy Clay, Take Two

The second recipe is based on candy melting disks and is very simple.  But, despite the simplicity there were some variations among the recipes I found.  All of them used the candy melting disks combined with corn syrup.  The weight of the disks used varied from 10 oz. to 16 oz.,  but oddly the amount of corn syrup always remained at 1/3 cup.  The other difference was the amount of cooling time, this varied from 3 hours to overnight.  For my version I decided to use 14 ounces of disks (1/3 cup corn syrup) and cool for 3 hours.  

Here is how things went for me.

I slowly melted 14 oz. of candy disks, and then stirred in 1/3 cup corn syrup.  The disk were initially very smooth and creamy with a matte surface after melting.  I noticed a change in the quality of the disks as soon as I added the syrup.  It became gooier  and much more shinny.  At first I thought this was the effect of the cool syrup lowering the temperature but the texture change persisted even after the syrup was fully incorporated and warmed.

 

Candy Clay Cooling on Silicone Mat

I then poured the mixture out onto a silicone mat to cool.  Waxed paper would also be suitable.  You can see the clay is very shiny.  There seemed to be a layer of oil on the surface of the clay.  Most of the oil was pulled back into the clay as it cooled.  I then covered the clay with waxed paper to avoid cat prints from my very curious pets.

Candy Clay Bear Made With Melting Disk Recipe

After three hours of cooling, I made bear in the picture above.  

Here is how the clay rated against my criterion.

• Stickiness:  A little less sticky than the first recipe I tried.  The stickiness here was due to oil from the melting disks and not a sugar stickiness.  B-
• Color Fast: OOPS!  I forgot to color this clay, so I don’t know the answer here.
• Consistency: As you can see in the photo above, this clay held the shape much better than the first recipe.   A-
• Taste: Like white chocolate.  B+  But, I’m sure that the quality of the melting disks used could vary a great deal.  It will pretty much taste like what ever disks you purchase.

Red: "Frosting" Clay, White: Melting Disk Clay

Over all I think I liked the melting disk clay better.  A disadvantage of this clay is that you need to use the stove to melt the disks; clearly this can’t just be handed to young kids for an “on their own” project.  Since I will prep this clay in advance, the use of the stove is not an issue, and the active prep time for this clay was less than the frosting clay.  The white clay seemed to handle much better, and held shapes much better.  As you can see in the photo above, the frosting like clay continued to slump even more after I took the first photo.  I am also considering just leaving the melting disk clay white and letting the kids color their creations with food coloring markers.  I will probably chill them in the fridge for a while before coloring.  I know some kids will love sculpting with the clay, some will just eat it and some will head straight for the sand box.  But everyone will be busy.

Plans for our party are going well and I’m really looking forward to the day.  I will post some photos of the kid’s sculptures (and maybe mine) after the party next month.

BTW, I finished the invites yesterday.  I think they will be a hit!

Candy Birthday Party Invites. The invitation is printed on the reverse of the wrapper.

 

 

 

Suddenly . . .

After months of low key nagging on my part we suddenly have a date for our family vacation.  We leave in 6 days.  All of sudden summer is over in a rush of preparation and travel.  Between now and Monday, the following must occur. 

• Grocery shopping.
• My yearly gynnie appointment that due to my complications takes 1/2 a day. Following this I will need to  . . .
• Pick up prescriptions.
• Laundry.
• A trip to the Boy Scout Council Store for updated uniform bits.
• Buy stamps, sunscreen and a half dozen other random items.
• 2 days of cub scout camp.
• 1 day of office wrangling to be ready to hit the ground running when we return.
• At least one visit to my grandmother who is in rehab care. (Two would be better.)
• Make hotel reservations.
• Pack for S and J’s scout camp trip.
• Pack for the whole family’s vacation
• Get the car to the garage for an oil change and to find out what the hissing sound is when the vent fan is turned off.
• Help J mow lawn.
• Arrange for someone to feed the cats.
• Water the house plants and the garden.
• See if my Mom can watch S during Aug. while I prep the Fall courses.

The schedule is kind of nuts.  J plans to leave at 7AM Monday after coming home from Scout Camp on Sunday afternoon.  We will drive 4 1/2 hours to a water park in VA, GO TO the water park that day and spend the night in the area.  Yikes!  I can see the meltdown already, and not just S, all of us.  When we get home from this hastily planned vacation we will leave again in four days for a three day camping trip with friends. A week and a half is all I have to spiff up my courses and design scenery for the first show. After that I start having scheduled activities on campus for the start of the Fall semester, another half week and 2nd grade starts for S.  Oh man, I’m tried just thinking about it all.

I have been so inactive for about a year and a half because I have walked away from almost all the work offered to me in the hopes that I would be caring for a baby girl.  That did not happen.  At first, it was torture, being idle was really hard for me.  It was about nine months before I started to adjust to my new (lack of) schedule.  Now, I’m so laid back I would describe myself as lazy.  It looks like that all ends tonight.  

I am fortunate though.  All the people who have offered me work in the past are still offering. This kind of lull in employment should’ve been career damaging.  But it wasn’t.  Two schools have basically given me the pick of their seasons and a more classes to teach than I can actually physically handle.  It will be easy to dive into all this work and never look back, or at least pretend I’m not looking.  I really do enjoy teaching; it is the only thing I’ve found that rivals parenting in the potential for satisfaction.   The next 40 days will fly by and then I will be up to my eyes in courses and shows and plans for two student trips and preparation for our new building and harvesting the garden and getting S off on the right foot in 2nd grade and J’s stepsister’s wedding and and and . . . . . I may drown.

I have not done the research on Taiwan; I don’t know if I am still actually holding onto hope for Vietnam or if I just want to have some time where I don’t feel like I’m teetering on the edge of bliss and disaster all the time.  There are days when I think it would be OK to have just S.  (Like yesterday when he entertained me by improvising an entire cable system of TV shows centered around slugs to my too loud protests of “GROSS” and “STOP” and my pantomime of a remote control.)  But, when I think about doing something, anything with the baby’s room, I am paralyzed.  The door is shut, I don’t go in there, I don’t look in there.  When I have to deal directly with the possibility of there not being a baby girl E ( yes, I have had a name picked out for about 5 years) I can’t do it.

So, all of a sudden we are down to 40 days.  I read on the DOS web site that they expect to have referrals for about half of the 1,700 pending dossiers prior to the Sept. 1st deadline. It all seems like such blatant fiction.  If they can do that why don’t we have a referral already?  Our dossier has been circulating orphanages since late January, nearly 6 months. How is it they expect to complete 850 referrals in little more than a month when some have been in the system for such a long time already?  

Maybe it will all happen very suddenly.

Time in the Garden

I spent some time in the garden yesterday. I had purchased a lot of plants to “decorate” the yard for our upcoming anniversary party and it was a beautiful day. It has been very rainy here, so much so that we haven’t planted the vegetable garden yet. I suppose I should’ve done that, but the flowers always go so quick and give instant gratification.

I also needed the activity to wear myself out enough to sleep that night. The idea that we wouldn’t travel until at least August is weighing heavily on me. What to do about work? I know now not to say anything until there is definite plans to act on. I can’t bear another semester of not working and waiting at the same time. This much is clear. The rest . . .ugh!

The main reason we had gone to Vietnam with the first adoption was because the children were able to come home so young. S arrived home just days beyond being four months old. Age of the child was/is really important to us. I have an adoptive brother who has attachment issues. It was not fun growing up in our household and I did not want deal with those things as an adult any more than I do as a sister. I have not seen or had any contact with my brother in more than ten years. Nor, do I know how to contact him or even if he is alive. My mother is very hurt by all this. She says “I can’t figure out what I ever did to deserve this treatment, all I ever gave was love.” She still doesn’t understand it is not her fault. The damage was already done prior to the adoption. In those days the rhetoric was ” Love them and all will be well”. Now we know there is a lot more to it than that.

I have taken so much time off work already that I am quite anxious to get back in the saddle. But, going to work will mean risking good attachment with my new daughter. I fear that attachment with this child is already at risk because it is unlikely that she will make it home before she is six months old. I hope that I can work something out that will fill both our needs. If I can’t, a lasting relationship with my daughter will be an easy choice. Following through with the choice will be more challenging.

A little bird . . .

I have a little bird from whom I occasionally get a bit of news.  Here is what the bird wrote.

“We were told last week that six families have received referrals (all for boys) and that another four referrals (2 boys and 2 girls) are in process. We were told that none of the referrals were for us (presumably we are third on the list for girls). For the six families that have received referrals, we were told that they just filed their USCIS forms in the past couple of weeks, which means it can be 60 days from there that they get approval. It looks like at best those families will be traveling in july, but that is just our guess.”

Presumably we are second on the list for girls.  But there is no need to get excited yet.  Earlier in the year, from a different bird, I found out that a child meant for us was hospitalized and later classified as unsuitable for international adoption due to the seriousness of the illness.  Part of me wishes that I had been consulted on what was “suitable”, but that is not part of the process.  

In the best of scenarios, the earliest we would travel is now August.  The good part is that we can go ahead and make plans and enjoy summer.  The bad part, if we don’t complete travel prior to the start of classes this Fall I may have to give up teaching for another semester.