Whoa!
Whoa! What's going on? Melissa's updating her livejournal? Madness! Anyway...
Here I am, in town and alive, having spent one magnificent week in Mexico, followed by collapsing to sleep on my sisters spare bed in her room (apparently I thought climbing the stairs to sleep on a hard mattress with a light on all night was a better idea than sleeping in my own comfortable room downstairs...) only to rise bright and early and exhausted the next morning to drive to Door County until today! (When I arrived home. Again.)
I must say, working your tail off to build classrooms for Mexicans living in a dump (literally, the town was built on a landfill), is the most rewarding experiance I've had to-date. It damn near impossible to put to words too, it's that feeling of being stretched far too thin from lack of sleep, but not noticing because what you've accomplished in three days is far greater than anything you could imagine. I went on this trip last year, and starting on Monday, we finished the house for a three person family on Thursday. This year, we built something three times as big and finished on Wednesday. Wow, it still shocks me. 30' by 15' foundation of concrete, four exterior walls, two interior walls, blackboard, chicken wire (corner mount and j-channel), stucco, six piece roof (with roll roofing, base, and tar sealant), two windows, two exterior doors, two interior door frames, trim, and electric. In three days... really two because all Monday consists of is pouring the foundation, which isn't saying it's easy. I've got lots of pictures, save none are digital cause I figured dust and concrete don't mix well with family electronics...
Comments in the more gossip-y vein... native El Paso-ans can be really cute, especially ones that talk to you when you're standing in line for the go-karts. And then smile at you during and afterwards. Hmm, cute... Also, Stephen is hilarious and I can't wait to have more meaningful discussions on the vegetable of choice. *shifty eyes* Literaly, we discuss vegetables.
And now onto.... My Week In Door County: A Summary by Melissa Lowe
Door County... is very quiet. And green. And forest-y. And smells good. And if I admit this here, I know I will never live it down, because judging from the comments I got freshman year when I expressed my fanship for Alan Rickman (who, yes I love his nose, no, I am not attracted to him at his current age), this is, hmm, not quite the same. Doc Heide is 53 and looks damn good for it too.
Moving on...
I'm entertaining ideas of staying in Door County all summer next year to be a costuming intern at AFT (the theatre company of which Doc Heide is part). Granted, I would have to figure out how I could live up there for an entire summer without going broke, but I've got some leads already. Family friends with houses, knowledge that two of the actors in the company will have need of a babysitter for their one year old child... I believe this job to be a possibility because there is an actress in the company who has been with AFT for five years, but is going to be a softmore in college this year, so I could be an intern, which I believe she started as. This does cut down on my Renn Faire job plans, and any other things I might want to do in the summer, but it would be a hell of an experiance. (And judging from some of the costumes I saw this summer, some folding, organizing, and mending mostly. Not the most complex of costumes.) This doesn't I expect to laze about doing nothing, I'm sure they'd make me clean and iron and do all the boring jobs associated with costuming, but it'd be fun to be part of the theatre that I've grown up with. Seriously, it was started when I was two, and we've gone ever since then. A real job in a professional theatre. In the woods. Cool...
And that's what I've been doing.
Oh! I've also decided to write compelling, heart-rending, and inspirational. I just have to find a plot. And characters, and stuff like that...
Here I am, in town and alive, having spent one magnificent week in Mexico, followed by collapsing to sleep on my sisters spare bed in her room (apparently I thought climbing the stairs to sleep on a hard mattress with a light on all night was a better idea than sleeping in my own comfortable room downstairs...) only to rise bright and early and exhausted the next morning to drive to Door County until today! (When I arrived home. Again.)
I must say, working your tail off to build classrooms for Mexicans living in a dump (literally, the town was built on a landfill), is the most rewarding experiance I've had to-date. It damn near impossible to put to words too, it's that feeling of being stretched far too thin from lack of sleep, but not noticing because what you've accomplished in three days is far greater than anything you could imagine. I went on this trip last year, and starting on Monday, we finished the house for a three person family on Thursday. This year, we built something three times as big and finished on Wednesday. Wow, it still shocks me. 30' by 15' foundation of concrete, four exterior walls, two interior walls, blackboard, chicken wire (corner mount and j-channel), stucco, six piece roof (with roll roofing, base, and tar sealant), two windows, two exterior doors, two interior door frames, trim, and electric. In three days... really two because all Monday consists of is pouring the foundation, which isn't saying it's easy. I've got lots of pictures, save none are digital cause I figured dust and concrete don't mix well with family electronics...
Comments in the more gossip-y vein... native El Paso-ans can be really cute, especially ones that talk to you when you're standing in line for the go-karts. And then smile at you during and afterwards. Hmm, cute... Also, Stephen is hilarious and I can't wait to have more meaningful discussions on the vegetable of choice. *shifty eyes* Literaly, we discuss vegetables.
And now onto.... My Week In Door County: A Summary by Melissa Lowe
Door County... is very quiet. And green. And forest-y. And smells good. And if I admit this here, I know I will never live it down, because judging from the comments I got freshman year when I expressed my fanship for Alan Rickman (who, yes I love his nose, no, I am not attracted to him at his current age), this is, hmm, not quite the same. Doc Heide is 53 and looks damn good for it too.
Moving on...
I'm entertaining ideas of staying in Door County all summer next year to be a costuming intern at AFT (the theatre company of which Doc Heide is part). Granted, I would have to figure out how I could live up there for an entire summer without going broke, but I've got some leads already. Family friends with houses, knowledge that two of the actors in the company will have need of a babysitter for their one year old child... I believe this job to be a possibility because there is an actress in the company who has been with AFT for five years, but is going to be a softmore in college this year, so I could be an intern, which I believe she started as. This does cut down on my Renn Faire job plans, and any other things I might want to do in the summer, but it would be a hell of an experiance. (And judging from some of the costumes I saw this summer, some folding, organizing, and mending mostly. Not the most complex of costumes.) This doesn't I expect to laze about doing nothing, I'm sure they'd make me clean and iron and do all the boring jobs associated with costuming, but it'd be fun to be part of the theatre that I've grown up with. Seriously, it was started when I was two, and we've gone ever since then. A real job in a professional theatre. In the woods. Cool...
And that's what I've been doing.
Oh! I've also decided to write compelling, heart-rending, and inspirational. I just have to find a plot. And characters, and stuff like that...