Well, ya know...

Ahhh... My show is over. I successfully ended my theater career in this community... The three shows I directed went off splendidly, and my turn as a Jewish New Yorker was none too shabby, either. I'm thrilled that I did it, but just as happy to be finished.

As for the house, well, I'm trying not to think about it. In some ways, it's like trying to get pregnant or like waiting for labor to begin. You know that everyone tells you that it might take awhile, but you secretly hope that you'll be the exception, the lucky person who gets knocked up the second you throw out your BC, or the fortunate person who goes into labor the second she hits 36 weeks (this fantasy also includes a fully mature set of lungs for the babe). Every second past those magical points feels like torture, until you resign yourself to the fact that your experience is most likely going to be "normal". It's worse, of course, if this isn't the first time you've tried to get pregnant or gone into labor or sold a house. You're either assuming that it will go just as swimmingly as last time, or praying that the nightmare you experienced before doesn't repeat itself. The advice for all of these scenarios (usually from well-meaning folks who are not trying to create life, birth life, or unload a bothersome house) is to, well, RELAX. It's usually the last thing anyone wants to do. But, having not done so through the conceptions, labors, and births of three kiddos, and two previous housing transactions, I'm going to give it the ole college try. Why not? I'm all for changing things up a bit.

One thing I'm really worried about: My pooch. She's not feeling well, and I may have to take her to the vet on Monday. She was fine two weeks ago when we took the dogs in for their check-ups and boosters, but the last couple of days, she just wants to lay in the yard. No kong play, no sniffing the flowers, no kissing the boys. She turned 10 in January, but despite being somewhat overweight, checked out just fine. I hate that she still has to get her rabies booster (especially since her titers are most likely off the charts after all these years), and I hope that it wasn't the vaccination that made her sick. If it were up to me, pooches would only get vaccines every 2-3 years, but I'm sure that wouldn't fly, politically.