Mockingbird Hill Cottage

Mockingbird Hill Cottage

“Hartford Isn’t Kind To My Hair”

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We’re having another period of all-day-long-high-winds.

We’ve had so many of them lately.

It is rather beautiful, though. Sunny, windy, sometimes dark, then sunny again. We have a front bringing in much colder weather with a significant snowfall on Saturday. Next week, the temps will pretty much stay in the twenties. I guess our relatively mild stretch of weather is ending.

I got home around 6 pm yesterday after a concentrated stretch of coaching. After checking in with the director, I walked back to the apartment building, loaded up my car and headed home. It was rush hour, so traffic was slow at times and the whole time I drove directly west, the slowly setting sun was blinding me (and every other driver on the road). That, coupled with some insane drivers, made for a tense drive home. I was very glad to arrive home safely. Don had dinner ready and I was so tired I could hardly construct a complete sentence, but today is better.

I have no plans for today except to take it easy (and vacuum, something Don doesn’t think of doing) and enjoy being back in this little haven. I’m reading one of the Maigret novels by Georges Simenon. It’s a series I’ve always known of, but have never read. I picked this one up several months ago at Oblong Books. It’s only about 160 pages, so it will be a relatively quick read. Then I’ll tackle the newest Michael Connelly, which I had on hold with my local library system. There were so many people in the queue ahead of me, I thought getting it in my hands would take much longer, but it came in while I was gone and Don went to the library for me and picked it up. I’ve read every Michael Connelly ever written. I’m a huge fan.

As to the title of this post, I said these words to my husband last night. The water in Hartford is not kind to my hair. I forget this fact until I have to go back there. It renders it limp and useless. I can’t wait to take a shower here this morning and get it back in shape!

No offense, Hartford.

Happy Thursday.

Working

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This is all I’ve got for you.

Yesterday was gray and rainy here in Hartford. I also worked all day long and it was dark by the time I emerged from rehearsal.

This morning, I’m doing some work and gathering my things together so I can load up the car when I’m back from rehearsal. The cast is quite talented. One cast member is a former student in the MFA program in San Diego and I worked with him about 8 years ago. He’s a lovely guy and it’s great to see him again. Everyone else is new to me, which is always exciting.

I have to do a lot in very, very little time. It’s almost impossible to coach this way, but I plan to rise to the occasion and do my best. I love Elizabeth’s adaptation of Jane Eyre. I think she’s done a great job. She’s also the director, so it’s definitely a project from her heart.

I’m done around 3 this afternoon and then I’ll walk back to the apartment and get my car and start the drive home. Don will have dinner waiting, bless him. I miss him and my little cottage and can’t wait to get back home.

But first, coaching.

Happy Wednesday.

 

Rust

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Look familiar? I’m in the same apartment I’ve spent months in over the years.

Looking at this photo, one would almost think I’m a minimalist. (We all know that isn’t true.)

I got here around 3:30 yesterday, met the company manager and got the key to the apartment. I settled in. Don had made some dinner (and a salad) and, since I hadn’t had any lunch, I wolfed it down around 6:00.

All went well until I decided to soak in the tub. I’d brought some bubble bath and I turned on the hot water and let the bathtub fill up while I did other things. When I went to turn it off, the water looked…how do I say it?….rusty. I didn’t know if I was seeing things or if it was the light playing tricks on me.

Nope. It was rusty. I emptied the tub and saw sediment and rusty water. Same thing with the sink tap. And the kitchen sink water. I messaged the company manager and she said they had had some trouble with the pipes last week and had turned off the water briefly. Maybe it had to do with that.

I then spent the next hour running water in two sinks and the tub to try to flush the pipes out. Needless to say, this is not how I wanted to ease into a good night’s sleep and, in fact, I didn’t get a good night’s sleep.

I was pissed off.

The company manager finally got a hold of someone in maintenance who thinks it’s possible that sediment was kicked into the water heater (each apartment has its own hot water heater). He is going to come by today and empty out the heater and replace all the filters in the unit.

No bath, lots of water running. Don and I did get a laugh about what my neighbors must have been thinking: “What is that person doing  in that apartment? There’s been water running for an hour!” I’ve been reduced to using some bottled water that I brought with me, which means I’ll have to buy some more today.

It’s never dull, is it?

Meanwhile, the company manager is coming around in about a half hour to give me the key to another apartment where I can take a shower.

Too much crap to deal with when I want to concentrate on my job.

Sigh.

Happy Tuesday.

 

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