Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow creeps in its petty pace�
3:49 p.m.
We went to see MacBeth again last night. Buddy Boy was very fine again, but got a little upset afterwards when we said, �Sure you can go to the closing-night cast party, we�ll pick you up at midnight.� He had the impression that he, a not-quite-yet-15-year-old boy could hang out with university students while they get drunk and debauched, and have a great time while remaining sober and undebauched. He is also determined that he�s going to school on the morrow, and if he�s up past midnight, he�ll be totally useless. He knows this, but is prepared to accept those consequences in order to party with his fellow cast members. He doesn�t realize that he�s not really one of them, and might actually dampen the mood if they feel they have to tone it down because a minor is present.
Two of my students had their final lessons today, and will perform their joint recital this evening. Now that it is totally out of my hands, I can relax. I�m sure they�ll do fine. At least, I say that, knowing that there are problems that won�t be fixed before tonight, some serious problems like singing in tune, getting the right rhythms consistently. Oh well, as I said, there�s nothing I can do now. It�s totally up to them.
No news yet on whether or not we strike tomorrow morning. The strike headquarters are all set up; there have been memos about parking and picket-line duty. I really, really hope we do not strike. I finished my Medusa seminar this morning and made my ornament for the goddess tree yesterday, so I�m all set for that class. I will be sorely disappointed if I can�t deliver my seminar. My ornament is very cool. I made it from Fimo, which I had never worked with before. A dark brown face surrounded by red snakes (which I made by squishing the Fimo through a garlic press) sits on golden wings. It turned out quite well. I used correction fluid to paint the whites of her eyes, and even included a wire for hanging. The face is brown because Medusa was originally a Libyan serpent goddess, the snakes are red because of their association with menstrual blood, and the wings are golden because I liked the colour and it provides a nice contrast.
And, before I go, everyone drop in to wilberteets and leave your well wishes for her chihuahua Dagget.
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