My stomach… It hurts.
My glutes… They hurt.
My back… Hurts much, much!… Less.

WHAAAA?!

What’s going on? I’m working out again. Oh, oh, oh! And. Annnnnd. In new ways. This past week I ran twice - for about 15-20 minutes. I’ve been to the gym 3 times each week. Quyen and I volleyed for a bit late last week for a solid 20 minutes. Instead of simply passing and setting to warm up I sorta went to town.

“Get low.” Kristy and Ali can be heard saying that in practice. I didn’t need their, how to say, suggestion push coaching voices! Oh no. I was almost sitting on the ground with each pass and moved my feet like I was practicing for the non-tap dance dance-off-a-thon scheduled for Smarch 42nd! I was in the zone.

The next day or two few days I FELT IT. Whooooo! It was abso-splend-er-ific!

Since then I ran and have been to a class that drains sweat out of the body almost as well as a sauna. This aint no joke sista. Ed Sherin’s class, a class with the longest name in recorded history, ‘An Intuitive and Impulsive Exploration of Text: A Useful Tool for Actors and Directors’ is an experience a wild ride. Yesterday I was glossed over in sweat. Arms. Legs. Chest. Whoooooo-rah!

What’s the big? I found emotions I only knew were in the scene… I’d never felt them. That was then, now though, cha’ching. Getting out of the head coupled with pulling a Nike (aka just doing it) = love of acting.

Right. So. My body is sore and I’m getting back in touch with the emotion thing. The emotion thing. I think I’m ready for next Wednesday’s general audition at 6:42 - Yes I chose that time over the other 630-700 blocks.

The kittens have been fed, I’ve jotted out some thoughts, I’ve checked the finances, and I even read some rumors — ewwwww and It’s not even 7. Hmm, I wonder if there is a matinee to check out during emma’s all day volley balling. Hmm.

There seems to be a problem here sir.

What’s the sitrep?

Well. Sir. There is. Sir. They’ve changed the layout. We may need to revisit our initial plans.

Show me. E-Gad man! You’re right! Cancel the operation. Fail safe 1101 is in place. Mark.

=)

11o1 inDEED. The homestead looks like it’s never looked before - save for the structure. Yesterday emma and I re-arranged the bedroom, removed 4 chairs, and, well, I’ve been cleaning little bits each night. The place is turning into something we enjoy. Whoohooo! Odd.

In two years we did things to the place but didn’t really… Reach for anything. It feels god to dab a little here, or there, but not (ahem), no, not there. Ja! Simple little things have brought new life and energy into 11o1.

Smiles. So many the smiles.

What a strange and unique time our vacation turned into. Instead of roaming the roads of Redmond in a rental… We played assistant soccer mom with Karen. Instead of strolling the avenues of Downtown Seattle… We avoided walking whenever possible and sidestepped the yellow arches that streamed from the local campers. Instead of basking in the sun with a book… Huh. Wait-a-minute - We actually did that. And, lastly, instead of sampling Vancouver… We buggered off and hung out in Redmond a bit more.

Okay, so it wasn’t a complete failure. No, no, no. Playing assistant soccer mom with the Redmond crew was a blast. Board games, soccer, hour long conversations, Oliver (puppy) fun, Most Extreme Elimination. And more, and more, and more.

In fact, it was a mountain of fresh air hanging out with the Redmond fam. I had no idea we’d connect as well as we did. To say I was surprised scratches the surface. But to say emma and I were surprised takes bikurishita to another level. Surprised. It means surprised. Yea. Probably figured that one out already. Right.

Moving on.

Sadly a foot problem - plantar fasciitis bit emma in the foot heel - and crippled limited our options. So, in Seattle we walked as little as we could. In Victoria we rented bicycles. In Redmond, we were car nannies. It was great fun!

The status of the evil heel? As of this very moment… She’s still nursing it. Stupid fasciia. Meh. The bionic foot stretching thing that costs 3K is super kick (cough cough). If you get my meaning. No, cough cough doesn’t mean… Never mind. It’s getting better with lots of ice, heat, stretching, rest, repeat, repeat, repeat. Oh, and patience. Much with the patience. Tis so sad.

Skipping backward.

Victoria was great. With old architecture, a strong youth culture, and strong community spirit it called to us as a place to return to in the future. Score for Victoria.

Though… There’s a story in the Canadian border patrol. Not tonight though. Quick hint at the fun… I like cocaine. Well, according to the border patrol security I do. Who knew. I sure didn’t.

There is so much I could write about our trip but instead I’m going to follow up with one last post about my coke habit. It wasn’t what we’d planned, but it was great seeing friends (Lorrie, Joe, Andi) after far too much time had passed and getting to know a new part of the fam. Redmond crew, looking forward to seeing you all in NY.

Now. Iz bed.