Seriously, there was no stopping this week. It sort of exploded on me. But not in a bad way. It was just one of those weeks where I figured I had just enough time to squeeze in everything...Right up until stuff started flying at me unexpectedly from the bushes, and then I threw up my hands and just surrendered.
A big part of it was that I had taken on another script consulting gig, which is excellent. But somehow I nonetheless decided I could do things like play games at Joe's place with Matt and Phoebe (one of Joe's roommates) on Saturday, and go see X-Men Origins on Tuesday with Anna, Rod and Samuel (Anna's brother). The movie was enjoyable, once you recognized that it was going to be a total cheese festival; and to the movie's credit, it clearly established the cheese right from the get-go so you could acclimatize yourself.
Then there was also loads of taiko to be had - albeit it not as much as there was supposed to be. The group had a barbecue on Sunday, where we watched some videos for inspiration. Then we had a very rigourous practice on Monday, which caused me to spend the next few days teetering around like a fragile robot. There was another practice on Wednesday, too, which I was quite rarin' to attend. But about an hour before it was time to leave, I was ambushed by someone from work who had found out that we were getting a special extension to submit a funding application - due the next day! Hooray! Did I mention that it was my old boss who pulled for us to get the extension? Thanks, old boss. :p (Nah, he's still awesome, and it is great that he did this for us.) So I spent Wednesday evening filling out a form and planning all the documentation to be submitted along with it. It wasn't actually too bad, but I was looking forward to going to practice that night. I'm really starting to get into the taiko thing. It's gotten to the point where watching a video of it gives me a craving to get up and do some, and try out new moves, and maybe start tossing batchi (drumsticks) around in a way that makes me a hazard to myself and others.
It's probably good in the end that I had to stay in on Wednesday, though, because that allowed me a few more hours to devote to writing script notes. Thanks to the application thing, I also worked a few more hours than expected, which is great on a lot of levels but not so much for the script consultation. I managed to get an exhorbitant amount of notes together in time for the Friday afternoon meeting, however, and it went very well. I should really charge more for the service, but I'm specifically targeting writers who are new to the business, and someone with less confidence that their efforts are going to pay off will probably hesitate to hand over $100 for a consultation.
Then Friday night, it was off to an evening of MURDER. Or rather, to some mystery dinner theatre with Anna, Rod and Dave D. Anna, Rod and I had been wanting to do this for some time, and we went on a special two-for-one night, because it's a bit expensive. But completely worth it. The food was delicious, and the performers were hilarious. AND I not only guessed the right answer to the mystery (everyone writes out their guess on a ballot during the second intermission), but I was one of five people with a correct guess who won a draw at the end. So I now have a hat that I don't want. But I still got to stand up and wave to the room as a WINNER, and that was a victory in itself.
In other "this week" news, I'm gardening! It's thrilling. So, plants and I, we don't have the best history. After a lifetime of sporadic attempts at growing them/keeping them alive largely yielded zero results, I had lost just about all interest in the past-time. But for Christmas this year, Dacia got me a whole bunch of flower seeds that she had harvested herself, so I figured, okay. I'll give it a shot. So last Saturday, I faced my nemesis, Heavy Lifting, and got myself a handful of planters and some potting soil for the balcony. Then I threw in a bunch of seeds as best as I could figure you were supposed to, and doused the whole to-do in water. All week I carefully kept an eye on moisture and sun levels, and - to my total and utter shock - come Friday morning, there was a little tiny shoot in there. My actual reaction was to point at it and go, "Ooh!" Two days later, I've now counted a total of five shoots springing up. And, I gotta say, actually seeing it happen gives me an appreciation for the enormous amount of energy that a plant puts into growing. I mean, for that tiny little sprout to push its way through all that heavy soil must be tremendously hard. Or maybe I'm just over-dramatizing the whole process because, let's face it, for me just accomplishing this much is pretty dramatic.
Sorry for the super-long entry, but it's been a super-long week. Man, I haven't even mentioned the part where I found out that my cousin - who I've never met and whose existence I only discovered two years ago - just moved to town, and so I had to get in touch with her this week as well. Extended family is this foreign, novel thing to me that I don't really know how to handle, because I never had it growing up but always sort of wanted it. So it's always kind of surreal for me to meet relatives; these people who you're supposed to feel kindship with even if you've never met them. I'm going to meet her on Tuesday, though, and I'm looking forward to it.