There’s snow question that blizzard missed us.

We were supposed to get 6 inches, and got what…half an inch? I guess it was pretty bad south of here, but the storm definitely passed us by.

Truth be told, I don’t like closings and delays during rehearsal runs (unless the closing happens on a Friday — then I’m all yay). No schools delayed or closed in the area — yet. Strange that the local university and seminary are both closed; maybe it’s because of the faculty having to drive in from down south. Just got back in from letting the dog out, and it’s not “cold” at all. Good. And I just checked the weather at school (22 miles northwest of here), and it’s already 36 degrees. No white-knuckle driving this morning. PTL.

Still, it’s Wednesday and time to get ready to go shape young voices — all day and all evening. Have a good one, fiends — this is likely the last snow of the season, which means spring is on the way!

Do NOT go here. Don’t do it. Matter of fact, stay away from the entire site — especially the random interior links to other lists, located at the bottom of each page, and the main category navs at the top.

Just a PSA, FYI. I’m tellin’ ya. I’ve been up since 4:50, and fully half of that time (it’s now 5:54) has been spent there. Now look what you made me do. I’ve gotten nothing done I wanted to do before leaving for school.

It’s OK, though. I’ll make up for it tonight after rehearsal. Then I shall watch my recorded episode of Once Upon a Time, get caught up on some writing, take some NyQuil, and crash. Sounds like a good Monday to me. Yay!

I swear, Rousseau knows when it’s Saturday. He knows when I don’t set my alarm for 5 a.m., as that’s his cue to make sure I get up to take him outside at five.

Oh, well. I have to be up anyway, because today is fingerprinting day. No, I haven’t been arrested (yet). I have to renew my teaching license one final time!!!  :-), so off to the Sheriff’s Department I go for the obligatory processing and FBI check. 

Good part about that: Mavis and I get to have a long-overdue palaver. We’ll do some grocery shopping together, then have breakfast while the Thriller gets the Finkmobile’s oil changed. Then the work day starts, but we won’t talk about that right now.

Let’s talk about Little Shop of Horrors. Excellent show yesterday, followed by the best part: lunch in my room. The day was enjoyed by all, and I was very proud of my students, who dressed up beautifully and behaved with great class.

I will never understand the sight of high school students showing up to a theater performance in pajama pants; yet, it happened. Call me a relic, call me what you will. Say I’m old-fashioned, say I’m over the hill. I care not.

So I taught all of one class yesterday, then came home to run errands with the Thriller. We have a house guest for the next three weeks, while Kay and Bob are in Slovenia. Drago (or, as I prefer to call him, Drag, the Impaler on account of how he likes to demand that you pet him by digging his little claws into your arm) is an awesome pup who gets on Rousseau’s everlast nerve, as pups are supposed to do. He is a wonderful addition to the household, and provides lots of laughs.

I find it hilarious that if we are eating chicken, cereal, or peanut butter sandwiches, the dogs have no interest in what’s on our plates. But beef tips and gravy over noodles drives them absolutely bonkers, and forces them into decidedly un-gentlemanly behavior.

How rude, truly.

So, what’s your weekend update? Do tell, as I always covet your articulate and compendious commentary. I’m off to the big house to get booked for future crimes against education.

It’s possible…for a plain yellow pumpkin to become a golden carriage…

Yeah, and four white mice could never be four white horses. But for a brief moment last night, I was on top of the world, all Cinderella and stuff. Most of you know (because we’re Facebook pals) that I got my first real, paying writing gig last night; that is, my first very small, very low-paying, but honest-to-goodness fer rill writing gig.

I’ll take it. Well, I took it already and finished it last night. Next?

Seriously, I already do what I feel I was born to do (shape young voices, one wrong note at a time), and I love my job. But sometimes, there’s a unique thrill about getting to do what you’ve secretly dreamed of doing for years. I feel like taking my very small paycheck for this project and buying…I dunno…lunch?

The job was this: transcribe a speech (I was given the video file) and compose the narrative on paper, with correct punctuation. Sounds really easy, ja? It wasn’t difficult, but it did present interesting challenges in places, because we don’t speak exactly as we might write. Still, this little gig taught me a lesson or two, and I plan to file them away for next time. Thank you, Mr. Motivational Speaker Who Needed an Editor. The good news: he responded to my work, saying he liked it and that he would have more for me in the future. I’ll take it.

This would also be an appropriate time to shout to my online writing guru and inspiration, Ross B. It was his writing (and encouragement through emails and comments here years ago) that got me thinking seriously about the ridiculous notion that I might someday write for actual money. I did it, Professor! Miles to go, but the journey has begun.

The final shout-out, of course, is to YOU. Yeah, I’m talking to you. But you know how I feel about your bad self.

Happy Wednesday, fiends — and now I must jet. Back to the real world: making lunch and dinner, then hitting the shower, the road, the school house, and evening rehearsals.

I gotta get it together here.

Well, what sleep I didn’t get yesterday, I’ve made up for this morning. You know the drill: alarm goes off, you turn it off, thinking I’ll get up in a minute, and then 45 of them go by before you’re conscious again? Yeah, that drill.

And I had so much to say to you this morning, too. Ah well. I fly. Is it really only Tuesday?? But listen to this: no rehearsal tonight.

No rehearsal? Whatever will I do with my evening?

Fink, off to figure it out…