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Change is Afoot written @ 10:39 AM on April 23, 2003 All right, so after I had my nap yesterday after an abnormally shitty day, I checked my e-mail and saw I had a message from a woman who works for the Women's Theater Initiative Project, which, I think, is a semi-professional theater group in the Cincinnati area (haven't got all the details yet). And good news! They want me to either stage manage or design their sets-- for an understandably lovely stipend. Apparently, Aretta, an instructor at NKU who now and then works for Jim Henson Productions and played Gollum in the play version of "The Two Towers," recommended me! I haven't yet decided if I will accept the position because I don't yet know what my schedule is like for my scenic painting job at the university this summer, but if I had to choose, I will spare myself of the wretched misery associated with stage managing and jump on the opportunity to do scenic design, which is my chosen profession anyway. It kind of scares me that everything is happening so fast in my life so soon. I really wasn't expecting such a rapid ascent into the professional theater world so soon-- but hell! I'm not complaining! But as I am only a freshman trying to get her feet wet-- and I know very little about making drafts of the sets I design-- it's cause for some apprehension on my part. Once more my fear of fucking it all up is apparent. So I suppose the game plan for this week is to discern what my schedule for summer theater is going to be like and then work from there. My dad has also informed me that the professional theater in Louisville, Kentucky is also looking for a designer/painter. What can I say? My shitty day yesterday turned to gold. And dress rehearsal for the show went well. My mother, however, keeps asking me sardonically, "And what has happened to art in all this?" I don't understand how she doesn't grasp the concept that what I am doing *is* art. Of course, I know she means "fine art," but you know what? That's coming next-- and the art department better be prepared. This summer is going to be my Renaissance. *** My cousin Scott is getting married in June. Again. His last marriage was a few years ago and fell through the cracks after a few months. Well, that's a period my family doesn't really discuss openly because Scott, who called me Dishwater Pippi through my childhood, was being a prick and owed my uncle a few thousand dollars and was pissing everyone off. So because I haven't seen the old relatives in Pittsburgh for years and years, I think I'm going to go-- and do some genealogy research in the process-- and catch up with the remaining Renos, Komans, Kaucics, Blatnicas, and other loose branches running around. My other cousin, Claudine, and her husband Marc-- who looked like Billy Zane after he shaved his head the last time I saw him-- still live in the house my grandparents once lived in with their daughter Hannah, who would be about a year or two old by now. The thing about this wedding, however, that has my aunt a bit uncomfortable is the fact that the woman Scott is marrying has four kids from a previous marriage. My aunt and that side of the family hold very strict, traditional views dating back from the old country. I'm a little curious about what's going on, but it seems like the ever irresponsible Scott has cleaned up his act and loves the woman and the kids very much. I think he's finally ready to settle down. What's good about it is that my aunt, even though they're not technically "her grandkids," really likes them as well. So these non-blood relations are a new thing, a new concept for my family. But you know what? It's time for a change. *** I realized I didn't talk about Easter yet. It was okay. Actually, it was great, owing to the fact that no one in the Reno household argued and I received the new "Harry Potter" DVD. Which made me very happy. :) At church, however, something new came up. You see, in the Catholic religion, people who were married before and divorced are not allowed to receive the host at Communion. Since both my parents had been married before they met, I have never once seen them take Communion in my entire life. Until this past Easter. Defying all tradition and church law, my mother stood up with my brother and me and followed us into the aisle to receive Communion. "What are you doing?" I asked. "I've been taking Communion for the past couple of weeks," she said. I was speechless for a second. Not because she broke church law-- God, how many times have I done that, the heretic that I am-- but because I knew why she did it. As if answering my perplexed look, she continued, somewhat bitterly, "Hey, why should I not?" And she gestured with her eyes back to where my father stood against the back wall. And I interpretted that as a sign of independence, or rebellion, as if to say before God, "Technically we are no longer husband and wife, so in my book I see I am free from the old restraints from the host." Of course, her logic behind it is flawed, but it was still a very poignant moment between us. The other day she told me, "Why should I dwell on this? Life is too short to be so miserable." So I guess for sure my mom and I are going to be sticking together for the duration of the rocky road ahead of us. It was just another time when I felt so proud of her, another time when I had underestimated her strength and nerve. *** I have more to say, but I'll write later. Much has been going on, and a lot of things I have not previously realized are coming to light. There is change afoot.
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