Day 39

Day — 37

I hate being fat and old.

It sucks.

Especially when everyone around you is 12.

Or at least 22.

I did kiss a boy tonight.

A peck.

He was 22.

And straight.

I hate being fat and old.

Day, Florida — Day 36

My day at a glance:

7:45  Alarm goes off  (Yes, I know it’s early for me).

8:10  Out of bed

8:35  Out the door and into car with Kelly

9:05  Arrive at the theatre  (Had to stop for Kelly’s breakfast and my Diet Coke (I actually got two.  You can never have enough)).

9:10:   Started cuing through the show.  I was working fast and furious to redo that cues in the show that sucked last night, or needed fixing.  I’m famous for just writing cue 95 — Ugly.  Which doesn’t tell me why it’s ugly, just that it needs work.

11:35  Stopped cuing so the electrics crew could eat lunch.

12:05  “The Director” started working problem parts of the show with actors.  “The Director” needed the house lights on (who the fuck knows why) so I couldn’t cue over them.

12:25  Am told that “The Director” does not need lights for the rest of the things he’s working.  Send the crew on break

12:26  Am asked by “The Director” to brink up the lights for the scene up right.  I tell him no.  The light board op is on break.  So he says, “Well then what do the lights look like for this scene?”  I haven’t been paying attention so I don’t even know what part of the play they are working on.  So I tell him I don’t know what they look like.  He grunts and moves on.

1:00  Crew starts prepping for the orchestra dress.  I wander around aimlessly being bombarded with questions and concerns about the costumes.  It’s been decided that I can fix all the issues with light.  I’m good but not that good.

1:35  “The Director” sends the assistant director out to get a red cape something.  He’s been told by the cast that if he doesn’t fix the issues with the costumes they are going to change the words to the opening song to:

The cape as pink as rose

The shoes as black as night

The hair as yellow as dishwater

The cow as brown as plywood.

I think he realizes he’s about to have a revolt on his hands and decides to do what he can.

1:55  Places are called for the top of the show

2:05  The house lights dim, the conductor light comes on.  The show begins.

2:05 - 4:40  The show goes and goes and goes.  And lots of things go wrong.  I have a blackout recorded into the show so I send the stage to darkness while a duet is being performed.  The sound board op and Kelly get out of sync so the sound cues are all mixed up.  One of the girls playing a lead can’t be heard over the orchestra which seems to come as a surprise even though yesterday I couldn’t hear her over the piano.  The cow in the play falls apart and won’t stay upright.  The same girl mentioned a sentence ago doesn’t know when to come in on her song and the conductor ends up singing along with her.

Through all of this “The Director” sits behind me saying “Is this play over yet?”  The last time he said it I told Kelly on headset that if he said it again I was going to yell stop and tell everyone we were done for the day.  It annoys the fuck out of me.  Speaking of annoying the fuck out of me.  He decided during the first big song coming out of the opening to take the time to tell me why he hated the lights for the first 11 minutes of the play.  This was a three minute conversation.  By the time I turned back around to see what was going on, the song was over and the guy was running off the stage.  Now I have to recue the first 11 minutes and I have NO idea if the cuing I did for the song works or not.  Couldn’t he just write the note down like every other director and give it to me later.  And DON’T, I repeat DON’T sit behind me and ask if this is what it’s going to look like.  And then tap me on the shoulder and want to know why the cue looks like it does.  Because I might just bitch slap you.  Or I might do what I did today which is to say, “If you want to stop and actually tech this scene I’ll be happy to make it look anyway you want.  But since we didn’t tech it, you get what you get.”  He gave no more notes after that.

4:40 The show comes down.  Actors are gathered on stage to work orchestra notes.

4:41  Kelly is asked “Why the sound cues were fucked up?”  I’m sure she was diplomatic.  I would have said, “If you want them to work, then next time hire a sound designer and then allow four to six hours to actually tech each act.  If not you get what you get.”  If only she’d let me talk for her.

5:00 Rehearsals over.  I’m done for the day.  I loiter while everyone else scurries around getting ready for the evening performance of Show #1.  I have nothing to do and don’t plan on attending the show.

5:25  Leave the building

5: 35  Stop for Diet Coke

5:36  Call my mother.  I haven’t talked to her in at least two days and I usually talk to her every day.

5:55  Arrive at the liquor store.  Kelly needs wine.  I need Kelly to be relaxed.  I buy Kelly wine.  Pinot Grigio.  Three bottles.  Perhaps she’ll be very relaxed.

6:15 Arrive at room.  Drop wine off.  Read blogs.  Check email

6:55  Go to the movies

There’s not much else to report.  Movies were a bust.  Mostly sat and watched the movie.  Stayed longer than I should have.

2:24  Finished post.  Going to bed

Day, Florida — population 2,181

Mudlick, Kentucky — Day 35

I’ve just returned to my room from a three hour meeting that was held in Kelly’s room.  Tonight’s dress rehearsal was a fiasco of sorts.

There are major props that aren’t finished and have yet to be seen.  There are major prop pieces that haven’t been painted yet.   And the most annoying thing to “The Director” is that one of the major prop elements of the show was not designed according to plan and doesn’t function in the way he wanted it to.  I was in all of the meetings with the prop person on this and this prop doesn’t even come close to the concept that he was going for.  Not even close.

The scenery was a mess.  The show we rehearsed tonight takes place in a forest.  There are no literal trees on stage.  They are made up of step ladders that the actors manipulate and use in a variety of different ways.  And there are vertical ladders that are hung above the stage that are painted different shades of green that are flown in and out during the show creating a forest.  I have yet to determine if the idea works or not.  I do know that when all the ladders (16 in total) are flown in at different levels it creates a very interesting look on stage.  Here’s the problem.  There is no set designer.  So Kelly and I have picked up the slack.  So it’s up to us to figure out when these ladders move, and where they move to.  Which is great.  Except that we can only do this in her room.  So we have to guess at all of this.  So we take the script and wind our way through it looking for appropriate times for the ladders to move.  And then we guess at what ladders should move (did I mention there are 16 of them).  To what height.  And when.  And then to complicate matters even more there are 10 vertical panels upstage (think vertical blinds) that can rotate 360 degrees to any angle we want.  So while the ladders are flying up and down, the panels are moving and behind the panels I’m lighting the sky.  And we have to guess at all of this.

And so today we saw our guesses for the first time.  The first part of the show was okay.  But then we got into act 2 and I was tempted to turn around and punch “The Director”.  He kept tapping me on the shoulder asking things like, “Is this where we talked about this moving?”  “Is this called in the right spot?”  “Is this supposed to move that fast?”  Why are the panels moving now?  This is not right!”  When he asked the last question I had the fly guy stop the panels mid move and then very obviously move them back to where they started.  I know, I know, it’s passive aggressive.  But I have to take my shots where I can get them.  The worst thing he did tonight was tap me on the shoulder while I was watching a fly cue happen so that I could tell the fly guy when the ladders were in far enough.  Turn your head for a second and you hit someone in the head.  So I held my finger up to tell him one moment.  And then he tapped me again.  And I said, “Just a moment.”  And then he tapped me again and said, “Can I ask you a question?”  And finally I yelled stop at the fly guy, told Kelly to hold that thought and turned around.  And his exact words were, “If you are busy we can discuss it later.”  Ugh.  What I wanted to point out to him during all of act two was that if he’d been willing to discuss this last night, instead of getting drinks with the cast he might be a little happier.  But I didn’t.

And then the lighting sucked.  We cued almost an entire two act musical today in about four hours.  It usually takes days.  I didn’t even look at the stage.  If someone was standing there I turned on a light to light them, recorded the cue into the computer and moved on the next part.  I worked as fast as I could.  (Remember that sprinting post from last week?  Today I was in a Nascar race).  At one point Kelly told the actors to hold because she couldn’t keep up with me.  And that’s very unusual for Kelly.  And we moved and moved.  And we got about 20 pages further than Kelly had expected to.  Which was great.  But it also sucked because that meant we still had about 50 pages to go.  But rehearsal was over.

So tonight I watched the first part of the show to take notes on the cues I had already written.  Then when we got to the end of act two.  I started my engines again.  And I cued.  Fast.  And I was almost able to stay up with them.  I got a place holder in the computer for every look in the show.  It doesn’t mean that it’s good or that it works just that the actors will have some light.  Tomorrow we’ll go in and fix cues without the actors in the morning and then tomorrow afternoon we have an orchestra and final dress rehearsal.

And while I’m talking about dress rehearsals, we saw the costumes for the first time tonight.  Usually I’m pretty ambiguous about the shows that I’m doing in my posts.  It’s a small effort on my part to be able to post what I want, without being fired.  But the only way to discuss the insanity of the choices of this play is by actually talking about the specific characters in the play.  So  don’t tell anyone I’m being specific.

So lets just say that in the course of the dialogue and lyrics the following items are mentioned.  A cape as red as blood, hair as yellow as corn, slippers as pure as gold, a cow as white as milk.  Let’s just pretend that three of these items are costume items.  We’ll start with the shoes as pure as gold.  What color would you guess them to be?  White?  Red?  Gold?  Black?  You’re right.  Gold.  NOT BLACK!!!!!  Now let’s talk about the hair as yellow as corn.  What color would you guess that to be.  Red?  Blond?  Brown?  Blue?  You’re right.  Blond.  Very blond.  NOT STRAWBERRY BLOND, LEADING MORE TO THE STRAWBERRY THAN THE BLOND!!!!  And then the final and most recognizable costume piece in the whole show.  The cape as red as blood.  What color would you guess that to be?  Blue?  Pink?  Red?  Mauve?  You guessed it! Red.  Blood red.  NOT PINK!!!!  NOT fucking pink!!!!!

And these aren’t even the worst choices.  These are just the things that a third grade costume designer should have been able to figure out.  In fact they could have gone out to the local junior high school who probably did this play last spring and borrowed the items they needed.

The things that are really bad.  Everyone woman in the show has to climb a ladder.  It’s part of the concept. We’ve known this before I ever got here.  It’s based on the original design ideas that were kept after Ashley was fired.  (Have I mentioned today that she’s the costume designer)?  So everyone has to climb a ladder in a floor length gown.  The character with the hair as pure as gold almost fell off her 12′ ladder twice today trying to climb with her hair and dress.  There’s one character dressed in some shroud thing.  Who knows.  One of the major characters is dressed in a Donna Reed dress.  The character with the cape is dressed in a catholic school girl uniform.  And then character that climbs into the air to fetch his fortune is dressed in some sort of punk rock outfit with green hair.  There’s a grandmother in the show that’s played by a man and his costume looks like something Edna Turnblad would wear.  The character brings the show to a halt even though the musically and dramatically the show continues to move.

There are at least seven people dressed in all white.  She might have wanted to mention this to me, since I was told by her and “The Director” that the show was all bright colors.  Try lighting someone dressed head to toe in black, with their counterpart dressed head to toe in white.  It’s almost futile.  I have to constantly keep adjusting levels which would be fine if I had two weeks to tech the show.  In four hours they are lucky I even turned the lights on.

And I haven’t even discussed sound yet.  Which would only be worth a mention, perhaps, if we had a sound designer.  But that’s another role Kelly has taken on.  So she’s been responsible for finding the sound effects, getting them into a format we can use, editing them, discussing them with the sound board op, and then hoping they work.  They are a mess as well, but what do you expect from someone who’s doing everyone else’s job at the same time.

And so we had our little meeting.  First we discussed props.  The props mistress is 12 and is annoying to everyone who has to deal with her.  I’m surprised Kelly hasn’t bitch slapped her into yesterday yet.  Then we discussed the actual construction of the scenery.  Seems the tech director decided that he didn’t need to be at our first dress rehearsal so he went home.  So he wasn’t at the theatre to see all the problems that we were having.  Then he got defensive in the meeting.  I wanted to bitch slap HIM into yesterday.  Then we discussed sound.  Which lasted about two minutes because Kelly said she’d just deal with it and we could talk about it tomorrow.  Then there were ladders and panels.  This is a bit of a chore because by this time “The Director” is getting tired and is on his second glass of wine so we are having a hard time getting him to focus.  It’s takes a while, but we walk through the show and do the same things Kelly and I did.  We GUESS!   Let’s hope these guesses work better than our first guesses.  Then we discussed lighting which took about 15 seconds because “The Director” knows that he can trust me to make it look good.

And then we got to costumes.  He wanted us to assure him that they were going to be okay.  And this time I couldn’t do it.  I went straight for the obvious choices.  The cape HAS to be red.  The slippers HAVE to be gold.  The hair HAS to be yellow as corn.  And why is one character dressed as a punk and another character dressed as Donna Reed?  I went down my list and he tried to explain it to me.  But the answer we kept coming back to is that Ashley had provided him with ideas and renderings, but nothing she discussed or showed him originally, was on stage.  And then the conversation turned to what could be done.  And he didn’t like our answer.  You fight the fights that you have to fight.  And you accept the rest.  And only you can decided what you can live with and what you’re willing to live without.  And you move on and strike this one up to experience and NEVER, EVER hire this woman again.

And so now it’s time to bed, because we get to do this all over tomorrow.

Day 33

It’s late.  I’m still hung over.  I’m tired.  I’m hungry.  Did I mention that I’m still hung over.

We opened show #2 last night.  It went great I thought.  The audience really seemed to like it.  And then we had are opening night party.  And the way it was planned pissed me off.  So I gathered the troops and all the electricians, carpenters and stage management went to a different bar and had ample amounts of alcohol.  And then we returned to our humble abode and continued the party in Kelly’s room.  At most the room had about 10 or 11 people in it.  Sometimes there was just two of us, sometimes it was filled to capacity.  I don’t remember going to bed but Kelly thinks it was around 7:00.  I woke up around 1:30 and the room was spinning.  It still is a little bit.  And I’ve spent most of the day in bed.  I did go to the theatre for about 25 minutes of the show today.  Made sure it was started with no problems and then I came back home and went back to bed.  Around 8:30 Kelly called and we were off to get food.  Greasy, breakfast food.  And it hit the spot.  And then I dropped by the movies but there was nothing playing, so now I’m home and it’s time for bed…again.

Tomorrow I’ll tell you all about the latest antics of “The Director”.

So tune into tomorrow.

Pissed Off, Oklahoma — Day 27

I’m too annoyed to write tonight.  I’d probably just rant and rave and bitch non-stop.  And I don’t know that would do any of us any good.  So I’ll leave you with this.

I’m annoyed.

I’m annoyed.

I’m annoyed.

I’m annoyed.

I’m annoyed.

I’m annoyed.

I’m annoyed.

I’m annoyed.

I’m annoyed.

I’m annoyed.

I’m annoyed.

I’m annoyed.

I’m annoyed.

I’m annoyed.

I’m annoyed.

I’m annoyed.

I’m annoyed.

I’m annoyed.

I’m annoyed.

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I’m annoyed.

I’m annoyed.

I’m annoyed

I’m annoyed.

Friendly, West Virginia — Day 27

I’ve been collecting meme’s over the past several months that I see around on the internet and then when I have trouble finding something to write about I pull one out of the bag.

Today it’s not that I don’t have anything to write about.  As always there’s something.  But I feel like I’ve spent the last three weeks bitching about everything, and so I thought it might be nice to take a day off from bitching and have a chat about other things.

And so without further ado.

A Monday Meme

In general, how are you feeling on this Monday?
I’m glad it’s my day off and I don’t really have anything to do.  It will allow me to get prepped for the stress that is this week.

First person you spoke to today?
Kelly, she came into to see what I was doing.  And I was in bed.  And it was 5:45.  P.M.  Whoops.  I set my alarm at 12:30 and for the life of me couldn’t think of a reason to get out of bed, so I rolled over and went back to sleep.

First song you listened to today?  It was Circle of Life from the Lion King, which was the opening number from the Tony’s.

What clothes are you wearing today? - Full details please!
I started out in a pair of boxer, then I showered and put on a pair of blue shorts and a black t-shirt.  And then I changed the t-shirt and put on a short sleeve shirt that is yellow.

What kind of ‘hair day’ are you having?
Everyday right now is a bad hair day.  It’s too short to do anything with it, and too long to ignore.  I’ve been debating whether I should get it cut or let it grow.  Any suggestions?  It’s been about seven weeks since I got it cut.

What is the weather like today?
HOT!!!!  And now we are having another one of those wonderful Oklahoma thunderstorms

Highlight of today so far?
Watching the Tony’s with Kelly although once again they were kind of boring and the show kept being interrupted to tell us about the approaching bad weather.

Lowlight of today so far?
Going to the movies.

Highlight of the past weekend?
The first show here opened and it was not the disaster that I thought it would be.  Now I only have two mores.

Lowlight of the past weekend?

It wasn’t a horrible weekend.  For the most part it was fine.

Amount of money spent over the past weekend with details of expenditure!
including Friday night?
In all I’ve spent about 40 bucks this weekend.  Most of that was being taken out for drinks by “The Director” last night with the entire company only to be told when the check came that it wasn’t on him

What are you most looking forward to this week?
Opening show #2.  I don’t have an idea of what I’m going to do with it.  Keep your fingers crossed and hope it goes well.

Friendly, West Virginia seemed a nice place to visit since I wasn’t bitching today.  It has a population of 159 and is 100% white.  I’ve actually never visited a place that was 100% white.  I’m not sure that I’d want to.  And the median income of males in the community is 37,500 versus 15,000 for females.  I’m not sure what twisted time warp place I’ve landed in but it seem to exist some alternate time and space.  If you don’t hear from me again you’ll know that I’ve been kidnapped and am being examined by the aliens that make up this town.

Tipsy, Wyoming….

Much to drunk to think about a post tonight.  Please forgive me.  Will tell you the whole story tomorrow.

Ugh!!!!

Why Not? — Day 4

Why?  Why not?  I decided to venture to the southwest today to the lovely little town of Why, Arizona population 113 as of 2000.  It’s called Why because it’s the “Y” intersection of state routes 85 and 86.  At the time the town was named it was a state law that all towns had to have at least three letters in their name.  Thus it was named Why.

It’s about 172 miles from The Glory Hole Mine.  But that’s another story.

And what fun did I have in Why?

I tried sleeping late but the ME and assistant ME decided to come calling at 9:30 a.m.  I’ve tried to explain to them that I’m not a morning person.  Especially when I don’t go to bed until 5:00 a.m. I also don’t think they need to wake me to find out what to do next.  Figure it out or wait till I’m awake.  Or perhaps I can wake them at 5:00 a.m. just before I go to bed to let them know what they need to do the next day.  And before anyone suggests that I should tell them what to do before I go to bed, I didn’t walk into the house until almost 1:30 and they were long since in bed.

After I told them I didn’t care what they did, I went back to sleep.  I slept until about 12:30 when they lovely boys called again.  Ugh.  They just don’t get it.  They wanted to know if I wanted them to do anything before they left to get lunch.  I said no as long as they brought me back lunch.  They did but unfortunately it was Taco Bueno and in the world of fast Mexican food it sucks.  So we chatted about what they needed to do the rest of the afternoon.  And at the end of the discussion I was told that they would just wait till Monday to do it.  I explained that I wouldn’t have told them what to do if I had wanted them to wait till Monday and that since Monday was a holiday, it wouldn’t happen till Tuesday and that was too late.  Ugh.

And then I listened to the score of one of the shows we are doing.  It’s a very well known show but it’s the one I know the least.  So I read along and listened to the music.  It’s okay.  It’s not my favorite show but it’s okay.  I can understand why people like it so much.  I got through both acts and then played around online, read some blogs etc.

And then it was time to go watch a run through of the first show that I’m designing.  It’s a VERY well known show that has multiple movie versions and most people know at least a couple of the tunes from the show.  And well, it’s bad.  First off the young male lead is played by someone older than me.  He’s supposed to be 21.  His love interest should be around the same age.  She’s even older.  The old woman is clearly younger than the two young people and weighs about 300 pounds.  It’s very interesting casting.  And then EVERYONE speaks in these weird affected voices that sound stupid.  The play takes place in the late 1800’s and has supposedly been modernized majorly although not a single line of the text has been altered and the show is quite confusing.   And I’m terrified that it’s going to be my job to make sense of the whole thing with light.

After the rehearsal the director, stage manager, and two TD’s gathered at Why’s favorite pub and continued our discussion of the scenery changes.  When the TD’s priced out the cost of the changes to the set we were 7,500 dollars over budget.  Whoops.  Most of this had to do with the realization that they’d never been able to cost out the original design because they never knew what it looked like because we never got any drawings.  After much debate, and discussion we were able to cut off about 2,500 dollars worth.  Who knows what they are going to do for the rest of the money.  All I know is that it’s not my fault.  And it kind of annoys me that the artistic director/director never picks up the tab.  I pick up the tab all the time with my crew.  I figure I make more than they do, and it’s a nice way to say thanks.  I don’t think the AD gets that.

And now I’m in my very modern room at the local Why sleeping spot.  And I’m about to go to sleep.  I got some very fun suggestions as to where I should go tomorrow.  All this traveling is start to exhaust me.  But that’s why I’m getting paid the big bucks.

Day 3 — Cando, North Dakota

When I woke up today I was in Cando, North Dakota, population 1, 235.  So named by Capt. Prosper Parker who on February 14, 1884 said,

“…and in virtue of our authority we select this location and name the town ‘Cando’ to show you that we can do it.”

It’s a lovely little town although it’s a little hotter than it was in NYC.  The temperature here is getting up to the 90’s each day.  So I’ve sort of gone from winter to summer with out the chance to see spring.

So it’s been an interesting day overall.  I didn’t get to bed until almost 5:00 a.m. this morning.  We were up late trying to decide what to do with the firing of the scenery designer, how to proceed once it was done, and what we were going to do if she did decided not to do costumes which she is also designing.  So around 5:00 I finally got to sleep.  At around 9:30 there was a knock on my door.  I ignored it.  At around 11:00 there was a knock on my door again.  So I asked who it was.  It was Mike, my assistant master electrician.  So I got up and opened the door and asked him what he wanted.  He told me they had found the TV that I was looking for and had brought it to my room.  I said great and asked them to bring it in.  As they walked in they started giving me shit about still being in bed, and then I explained that I was up late and that unfortunately this time it wasn’t drinking beer.

And then I went back to bed and slept until the alarm went off at 12:30.  The little meeting we were having to deal with our problem was supposed to start at 2:00.  At 2:00 when no one had come by to pick me up, I called to find out what was going on.  I was informed that the meeting was pushed back to 3:45.  Damn, I could still be sleeping.

So at 3:45, Kelly the stage manager, and I arrived to take part in the execution.  We were both a little nervous because we weren’t sure how the set designer was going to react.  And so we all took our seat around the table and the artistic director started.  And if I hadn’t known better, I would have sworn he was about to give her a raise.  He was praising her efforts and telling her how much we appreciated her work, and blah, blah, blah.  Then he said that he felt she should concentrate more on the costume designs, since she seemed overwhelmed by it all.  She admitted that she was, but felt it was all coming together.  He then told her that I, along with the two TD’s and Kelly would be willing to take over some of the duties and that she would now be more of a consultant.  And so it continued, and finally he stopped and said, “Does anyone else have anything they’d like to add?”   And well, I did what had to be done.  I set the record straight.  I made it clear that she was no longer going to be dealing with the scenery designs, that we as a group would make any future decisions.  I told her that we would do our best to honor her concepts but things had to change to make the shows work.  I told her that the reasons we were doing this was because there were major design flaws and we didn’t have two weeks for her to figure out the problem and fix it.  I told her that we appreciated the work the she had done, but that we no longer needed her help.

To which she said, “This is the color the of fabric I think we should use in Act 2.”  And we all just looked at her.

And I said, “Okay.  We’ll take that in to consideration.”  To which she said, “When do you want paint elevations (small drawings of what the painting of the show looks like so the scenic artist can paint it to look like what it’s supposed to look like) by.  And we all just looked at her.

To which I said.  “We don’t need paint elevations.  I don’t think we’ll be needing anymore information from you at all.”  And then I added, “Well is there anything else we need to discuss, because if not then I have a lot of work I need to do.”  Thanks.”

And thus I fired my first person from a job.  It was kind of fun, in a Mean Girls sort of way.

Kelly, and the two TD’s and I gathered at a local pizza place to figure out what the set was going to look like.  We made some executive decisions and came up with a game plan.  We figured out what each show needed, how we could accomplish it, and whether we could afford it.

And then we went to the artistic director’s house (at 11:30 p.m.) to discuss our ideas with him.  He’s not the easiest person to deal with.  He gets bogged down in the little things and forgets that if we don’t figure out the big picture the rest doesn’t matter.  It took almost 2 hours to get through the first show.  And we still had two more to go.  Each time it was a matter of keeping him focused and explaining our ideas.  There were also a couple of times he said, “But that’s not what we talked about.  The scenery designer said it would look  like this.”  And I would politely say, “Well then perhaps you should be meeting with her, and we can all go home and go to bed.”  And then he would sigh.   There were also a number to times he told us what the original ideas were and none of us had even heard of them.  It would have made the afternoon a little more productive if we had known all of this stuff.  We left his house around 2:30 a.m.  We were all wiped out and one of the TD’s was very cranky.  He’s convinced himself that it’s going to be too much work and it can’t be done.  We are hoping that he’s just tired and that some sleep will help him change his mind.  We’ll see.

And that my friend is Day Three in Cando, North Dakota. I chose to go to Cando today, because if there was ever a day that I needed to remember that I can do, it’s today.

Where I should go tomorrow?