Onward, ever onward

The year finished up nicely enough…the show closed beautifully, standing ovations, a rarity in the Black Box…Final Marathon, etc, lots of goodbyes, train letters, moving into my apartment with the help of my wonderful friend Lisa and Kathleen who lived there last year…seeing Kiss Me, Kate an extra time and saying more goodbyes…and finally coming home.

Since arriving home, life has slowed down dramatically.  I’ve been sleeping a lot and reading a lot and spending a lot of time online looking for jobs.  I’m going to apply to work at Century Theatres, an LA cinema chain.  Then I get in to see movies for free, which means I just might occasionally go to see movies at all.  I also registered for an online babysitting agency and already have one interview scheduled…the child is a 12-yr-old boy with autism, mostly functional but largely nonverbal.  But huggy, which means we’ll probably get along just fine.  And his mother is an ex-MT herself, so she and I have a basic understanding of each other.  It’s an interesting job…basically being on-call to go take care of him any night his mother just needs a break, and also to stay with him for the rare weekend when she takes off for days at a time.  She seems to be a single mother who has spent the last 9 years, since she adopted him, home every night taking care of this boy, whom she adores.  And she’s only just now starting to take some time for herself.  So I have an interview over there on Thursday…she choice is Steven’s, the boy’s.  So we’ll see how it goes.

I auditioned for and was accepted to classes at the Groundlings, improv sketch comedy, on Lisa (my teacher)’s orders, but the class is full so I have to wait for the second half of the summer.  The upshot of this is that I may not be able to go to London this summer, which isn’t total disaster, I will be living there for four months next year after all.  But it’s still far, far from ideal.

I went to the gym yesterday and now I’m in pain.  I’m looking forward to going back tomorrow.

Danny’s in town for about six weeks, and he came over today.  That was weird.  Showing Danny my house, my dog…driving him back to the busstop afterwards…having him here.  It was good, though.  I’m glad it was him.  I can’t wait for him to meet Elisabeth when she gets back this weekend.

Well, I’m going to go and see if my mother is available to have late dessert and watch Monk with me.  Oh, that reminds me — I’m doing so much better with my OCD.  It’s quieted down a lot since I got home.  I’m now only washing 3 times each time I wash, instead of 7, but I am still counting and ordering a lot.  It’s not taking an hour a day anymore, though, so I guess I no longer have the disorder.  Which is good.  Obsessive-compulsive tendencies, instead of obsessive-compulsive disorder.  Sort of like being depressive instead of being depressed.  Like a time-bomb.  Well, that’s a bit bleak, and it’s not what I mean.  I mean, I’m fine now.  It’s nice to be fine for a change.

Anyway, I’m off.  Stay well, all.

–Stephanie

PS Katie, I promise I will call you!  I promise!  I miss you and I have not forgotten you!