Directing Hamlet

I am a firm believer that things happen for a reason.  It is our job to figure out what that reason is.

Okay, this is why I hate bloggers and Facebook.  To read their trivial crap, about their trivial day in a world of “who the – – – – cares?”  So, humor me.  Tonight I was leaving ten, fifteen minutes early for our first readthru.  Little did I know it wouldn’t make a difference.  However, I didn’t leave early because as I was walking through the living room to leave ‘Naddie’, my son’s dog, decided to pee on the living room sofa.  So, needless to say I stripped the cover off the cushion and put my son to work to clean the cushion itself.  He decided to try to soak it out and the ring out the cushion and leave it out to let it dry.  So . . . I left on time.  I had an easy thirty minutes to make a twenty minute drive so I’m fine.  Until I hit the free way of wall to wall carpeting at a sporadic 0 to 3 miles an hour.  It seems a trash truck met with an RV and nobody was moving.  Meanwhile I don’t have anybody’s number in my phone because I was using a backup cell phone while I was waiting for a new charger I’d ordered online so I could keep using my regular phone who’s charger was “not available in any store near you”.  Now, it only goes to understand that my car wants to overheat.  It loves to overheat.  And to make a long story . . . yeah, well, it overheated.  Twice.  The second time it wouldn’t start up again. Meanwhile we  cancelled the rehearsal that was supposed to be our read thru since one of the actors (in a cast of two) was also lost in the traffic tie up and my car wasn’t moving anywhere.  Luckily people called me since I had no numbers by which to call them.  I did however have my Triple A card.  However due to a computer screw up the triple A account was now in my wife’s name and not mine.  My wife could not be reached.  Triple A had my balls in a vice about getting any help but thank God a policeman came by and gave me the jump my car needed to get back on the road again.  “To hell with you triple A”.  Although the personnel at Triple A were very nice and understanding, their policies were less so. But as I said we were able to avoid them.  I drove home as it started to rain.  The drying couch cushion outside is now a giant sponge.  And how was your day?

As I said I believe everything happens for a reason.  Unfortunately I also think that reason could be, “just that God thinks it’s funny.”  We will start again Wednesday.   Which is the day they pick up the trash on my street.