P.S., I hate this new format. I used to have a blog page that was decorated with wall paper, but NO, the computer nerds just can't leave well enough alone. They must be the same bunch who run IMC.

The problem, as I see it, with maintaining a blog site is that is takes time. Lots of time. That's one reason I don't keep a regular diary, because when I get to bed, I want to go to sleep, not write for an hour. The Magic Flute ended today. It was much more fun than I thought it would be. I worried for almost a year about the set, but I did fine on it, even though it is the most raked set I have set foot on and multitudes of steps. I just told myself that when we went to Canyonlands, I did fine on the sandstone, so this was just like that. It helped ease my concern. And I avoided drinking a lot of caffeine on the days of the performances, to avoid dizziness. I didn't get dizzy so that was good. I really enjoy working with that group of people. I don't see all of them each opera, but in a season, I usually see most of them. They, as a group, are bright, funny, interested and engaged people who are so talented. I tell KC and Ruthie that Grandma plays dress-ups with these people and it's fun. It's true. The weather is supposed to be pretty good this coming week. It snowed twice last week. Ick. I am ready for spring. So, this is my quick entry for today.

I had forgotten about this blog site. I don't think anyone ever checks this anymore. Since I posted last my mother died, I have had 2 more grandchildren born, changed my job and our dog died. Hmmmm...Lots of changes in about 3 years. Life just goes on, I guess. I have been having issues with...depression, I think. The weather in January was awful. I think it was the worst inversion/smog I have ever been in. I just haven't had the drive to exercise, clean my house, clean my car, cook, clean up after Christmas. The tree is in it's box, sitting in the living room. I put it up, decorated it, undecorated it and took it down and put it in the box. I don't know when I am going to get it through my thick head that if I want something done, I have to do it myself. If I want the bathroom cleaned, the bed linens changed, walls painted, yardwork done, it's up to me or it doesn't happen. We went to Tori's Wind Ensemble concert tonight and I was bored. I am bored with my life. We are starting rehearsals on The Magic Flute with the opera and I am looking forward to that, because it is never boring. But sometimes, I just want to go somewhere new and start a new life, and find new friends and a new man friend. Maybe this is my late midlife crisis. Or depression. I heard an interview with Kris Kristofferson and he mentioned something to the effect of, as he has gotten older, that he has more insecurities than he did as a younger man. I wonder if that's what getting older is about. Not being confident but unsure of yourself more and more. Oh my gosh, that would be like reliving my adolescense. What a drag that would be. Well, it's getting late and I am tired and I still have to put the clean sheets on my bed. I need a wife but I can't afford to pay one.