Thanks, Ray!

The rain poured down outside, streaming down the windows, obscuring the view. The old barn almost looked good through the distortion, Carolyn thought, rather than looking like an eyesore. She sat in her window seat, a half-finished afghan in her hands, half knitting, but her attention was not on her project for once. Carolyn was lonely. She had been lonely for quite some time now, but she definitely noticed it recently. There was something about the rain that made it worse. With a sigh, Carolyn forced herself to pay attention to her knitting. For a few minutes, it worked.

Suddenly, a movement outside caught Carolyn's attention. She looked up, but didn't see anything. She shuddered involuntarily as she reclled the last time she had gone out to investigate a mysterious movement in the barn. Carolyn had been less than thrilled to find a very large snake who had made himself at home there. That was the last time she had been in the barn.

Carolyn watched the barn for a moment longer, but saw nothing. She shook her head, deciding that it must have just been a piece of dirt trapped in the water running down the window. She turned her attention back to her knitting, pointedly ignoring any further motion.

A moment later, the doorbell rang and Carolyn started. She wasn't expecting anyone today... quickly, she finished her row. The doorbell rang again, this time accompanied by a knock. Carolyn set down the afghan but kept the now-empty knitting needle in her hand - she did not own a gun, but suddenly wished she did. A knitting needle did little to comfort her when she wasn't expecting anyone to just pop in...

She approached the door cautiously and leaned forward to look through the peephole. Standing in the small pool of light was a man, drenched with rain. Carolyn stared, trying to recognize him. The man turned, and Carolyn gasped, the needle falling from her hand. She fumbled with the lock, finally opening the door wide.

"Jack..."

Jack looked at the woman before him. "I love you, Carolyn," he whispered, stepping inside. He only had to open his arms and Carolyn was there, tears streaming down her face as she melted into his wet embrace.

"I love you, too," she whispered back.

**Inspired by a photo by Ray Veen

The More You Know....

Just FYI...

Applying a fresh coat of liquid eyeliner immediately after removing a pair of false eyelashes may seem like a good way to disguise the place where the lashes were, but in actuality, it is a Bad Plan.

Learn from my mistake, friends.

Baxter's crotch is not that funny...

And it sounds so dirty to say... But I keep repeating this to myself, over and over, in the hopes that I will not laugh at his groin...

And because my mother reads my blog, I will explain those comments. I've been in rehearsals for a production of "Chicago." Billy Flynn, the lawyer, is being played by Baxter. In one of the numbers, "All I Care About Is Love," Billy Flynn does a strip-tease style dance. He removes his pants while the girls are in a circle around him. My face is mere inches from Baxter's crotch at this point. And he wears kiss-covered boxers.

The first time he rehearsed in costume, the rest of the song was one hot mess, because all of the girls were laughing too hard to actually sing. I'm hoping that, by repeating the mantra "Baxter's crotch is not that funny," I'll be able to stop laughing at it by the time we open with an audience. Cross your fingers for me.

In vaguely related news, we had two roach assassins attack us during rehearsal tonight. They have been disposed of. Take that, Mordthor!

Celebrate!

Happy 4th of July!

(I don't have a photo album for this one, but I'll bet most of you can just go outside and be entertained by some fireworks tonight!)

Sometimes I don't get it.

I started watching "The DaVinci Code" today. I didn't actually get through the whole thing (I had to leave for rehearsal before it ended). It wasn't a bad movie, but I don't really get all the hype that it had.

I read the book first, and maybe that was the problem. I may not have believed a word of the content (which, in a work of fiction, is not relevant - I did, however, manage to suspend my disbelief), but I enjoyed it. I though it was well-written, and I liked most of the stylistic choices that Dan Brown made. They're not choices I would use, but that's not the style of fiction that I write, so again, it's not really relevant.

I'm feeling iffy about the use of flashbacks in the movie. That's one of the things that I don't like about books that turn into movies - you can use narrative easily to fill in a backstory, but flashbacks (to me, at least) feel like interruptions, and I don't really dig them. However, these were all little snippets, and done with a completely different look, hence the iffiness.

There were some pieces of the book that I enjoyed which didn't make it to the film, which is an inevitable disappointment with the book-to-movie scenario, but I still plan to finish watching the movie tomorrow.

I think this just proved (again) that if I want to watch a movie based on a book, I should watch the movie BEFORE I read the book. Maybe I'll try that with "Angels and Demons" and see how that works out.

Long weekend? I wish!

*Pouts* It's not fair!

((Warning: A hissy fit is coming. Feel free to ignore me.))

Everyone in Canada got Wednesday off for Canada Day, but I had to work because I'm not in Canada right now. Most of the US has Friday off because the 4th is on Saturday, but I have to go to work AND to rehearsal! I want a day off, too!

/end hissy fit

After work tomorrow, but before rehearsal, I think I'll do something about my poor tomato plants. They're all wilty, and I don't know why. I keep them watered... maybe I need to stake them. That's tomorrow's plan - research tomato wiltiness and possible solutions. But if anyone out there knows the solution to tomato wiltiness and wants to save me the time, I've got a TON of other things to do, too!

eh!

HAPPY CANADA DAY!

Go look at some photos!