Ordinary Beauty

Only 20 more days on-the-job. Last day at the office: June 27th.

It ought to be getting easier to go to work, but NO. Here I am with my cup of coffee and the clock ticking and I am going to have to force myself into the shower and onto the road.

Damn. Things are really on a roll.

This was yet another evening nestled in the midst of genius, enjoying the work of the 13 female performing artists who concocted and presented “Mercy Ride”, a well-woven tale of life, love, growing up, and growing up some more.

I left the theatre feeling sad and happy all at once–a deep sensation.

Again, I encourage you to take this in. It plays again tomorrow night, tickets here.

(And if you miss it, at least you can catch one of the stars, the lovely Tinka Jonakova, down at Hattie’s Hat for Sunday brunch. Well, she was keeping the coffee cups filled the last time I had brunch there.)

I woke this morning with confetti in my hair–thanks to some passionate dumb-ass clown who was protesting the abuse of animals in the circus, the Circus Contraption no less.

What animals? The mermaid? The cockroaches? The geeks?
Clown comes running in, screams something, and explodes a cannon of confetti.

In case you missed it, there’s still time to catch it. And you ought to.

Show to End All Shows. It’s Circus Contraption so of course there is some twisted genius subtext there. Let’s just say that parody and dark humour weave throughout the show–and giant cockroaches wrap it all up.

Show

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The problem with commuting in a convertible, is that when I go to work in the morning the sun is in the east and when I drive home at night the sun is in the west–so the sun always shines on the same side of my face–the righthand side, which is now sunburned :-)

I’ve just woke up from a post-root canal nap. No one has fun having a root canal, but I lucked out with being referred to Mark Freeman–who has now worked his magic on my teeth three times.

Yikes. Three times with an endodontist. In only six months. Well, a couple of my teeth had reached the point where they needed special attention, so my (amazing) dentist, Don Jayne, sent me to visit Dr. Freeman.

An endodontist is someone who becomes a dentist and then spends an additional two years studying the special needs of teeth. And right now I am soooo grateful for endodontics.

Let’s just say that if you need root canal work and you are anywhere near Seattle, call Dr. Freeman. I think the only reason I didn’t go out of my mind with anxiety while I was in the chair, is because I totally trusted him. First, my (amazing) dentist whom I trust wholly, recommended Dr. Freeman. Second, third, and fourth–Dr Freeman and his staff started taking great care of me from the get-go.

The first visit to his office was arranged because I had a tooth go crazy all of a sudden. I was out of my mind with pain (and I usually handle pain quite well) and there was a lot of telephone calling between my dentist office and Dr. Freeman’s office and me, getting things set up so I could be treated ASAP. Lisa at his office was great–she must have made twelve phone calls just to get me squared away with an appointment.

Once I was in the chair, Dr. Freeman was gentle and jovial, checking in with me, but with a light manner–and with this and that little thing, it was clear that he knew his stuff. When he started drilling and poking around in my tooth, it was even more clear that he was The Man to see for endodontry.

It’s never a good time in a dental chair, but I relaxed, fully confident that I was going to be so much better off when I walked out of there than when I walked in!!

Whirrrrr Whine Buzzzzz. He worked for a long time on my mess of a tooth, and when he was done, he kindly, quietly, recommended that I return to see him about the molar right beside it.

And that’s what we did today. Finished up a root canal on tooth number 19, a tooth that had an old root canal, circa 1975. That’s ANCIENT compared to the dental technology and techniques that exist today. So it made lots of sense to me that a “perfectly good tooth” might need fresh, modern attention.

Fortunately for me, Dr Freeman made a really good call when he recommended I see him about No. 19. Once he got in there it was obvious that 19 was going the way its neighbor had, and it was “a miracle” that I wasn’t in dire pain from it. We have before and after x-rays, and oh my, what a difference–even my untrained eye can see how much cleaner (and probably healthier) the new root canal is.

So, that’s all a long-winded way of saying, go see Dr. Freeman for your root canals! If you’ve got to go to dental hell, you really ought to go in good hands.

How many typos can you find in this cover letter (that was just emailed to my desk in response to a Help Wanted advertisement in the legal field).

To whom it may concern,

My name is ______________ and I am very interested in you job position.  Most of my legal experience is in the collection field, but I do have kowledge of King and Snohomish County courts and their rules.  I have a great aptitude for working independantly, but also excell at team work.  I have worked as both an administrative assistant and a paralegal with outstanding results.
In all of my previous employments I have worked directly with the Attorneys by preparing and filing legal documents with both the District and Superior Courts.  Keeping their court calendars and client relations.

I beleive I would be a valuable assett to your company.

Thank you for your time and I hope to hear from you soon.

Just got home from this show. Still mostly speechless. What I CAN say though, is if you can make the show tomorrow, you truly ought to go. Last show in Seattle, 2:00, Mother’s Day, May 11. Go.

Genius.

Lightness.

Inspiration.

Last night the Black-haired Boy and I celebrated the second anniversary of our first date with a re-enactment–a voyage to Cirque du Soleil.

“Voyage” seems most apt as all the sailing metaphors kick in–sail away, swept away, transported …

I love the circus. You might already know that. What I don’t know–in words–is, why. But the thought of attending a circus makes me bubble up inside and I will clap and jiggle about with a very un-mitigated joy.

So I almost cannot stand myself right now–Cirque du Soleil’s “Corteo” last night, “Aurelia’s Oratorio” on Saturday, and the opening night of Circus Contraption’s “The Show To End All Shows” in just two weeks.

I so very much want my own circus tent, an undulating spiky-topped one with stripes, perhaps orange and crimson stripes. I am scheming to make my (humble, plain) laundryroom into an ode to circus. I’ve already hung both modern and vintage circus posters in there and am currently pondering how to drape the walls to give the sense of being inside a circus tent. I wonder if I will go so far as to strew artificial elephant poop about the floor?

plastic garbage bag
wind blows slowly down the street
city tumbleweed

Oh my gosh. Just serendipitously discovered an amazing frozen concoction that has No dairy No Soy No gluten and it is crazy tasty. I recommend the Cherry Amaretto flavor (as that’s the only flavor I’ve tried so far ;-)

Did I mention, vegan and organic. Clearly, this is not sin-ful

All the work of relationships pays off when we gather around the table.

The visiting perpetrator, Andie from across the sea.

When there are THREE frozen cakes, you gotta bring out the electric knife.