tech week – Page 2 – Life Off Headset

Well, the Husband has taken the kids to New York for the weekend, so I have a childfree couple of days. Wow. I didn’t go with them because I was working, though I did contemplate going up for the one day I had off, but then decided to just enjoy the time to myself.

It’s kind of intimidating looking at the blank slate – I mean it’s almost noon and I just pulled myself out of bed. Last night I came home from rehearsal at 11:30pm, spent about 45 minutes scrolling my phone, then cleaned the kitchen until 1:30am. Part of me said I should go to be early, but part of me – wired a little from the evening’s rehearsal – thought cleaning the kitchen and listening to podcasts was the perfect activity to do when no one else was at home asleep.

Some moments this week:

-I bought a sled. We have never had a sled which is fine except for the one week that we get enough snow for sledding. The past years I’ve had the kids sled in plastic bins and cardboard boxes, but I’ve really wanted a sled. The big issue is storage. This week, I was at a consignment sale that a local pre-school does as a fund raiser and they had a sled – a really sturdy Rubbermaid sled. In fact, my good friend has this sled from her childhood and her kids still use it. I was still on the fence about it, so I told myself if it was still there the next day, which was half price day, I would buy it. I went back the next day, and it was still there, marked down to $8. I had just enough cash to buy it, after I stocked up on some other clothes for the kids. Actually – I had to use my lucky $2 bill to buy it. I have a $2 bill that I don’t remember where I got it from, but it’s been in my wallet for a few years now. After they rang me up, I was one dollar short to buy the sled. And I thought… well what use is a $2 bill just hanging out in my wallet? So I handed over the $2 bill and took the sled home. Now that I’ve used my lucky $2 bill, it’s probably not going to snow this year… but this thing is built like a tank so maybe my grandchildren will use it.

I texted this picture to the Husband and wrote, “You don’t even have to know it’s in the house.”

-The baby continues to sleep erratically. One night this week she got into bed with me about 3am and started to cry and cry and cry. She kept saying that she wanted to show me her picture. I had no clue what she was talking about, and at 3am decoding baby was not really a priority. I eventually went back to sleep and I think she did too… it’s all kind of hazy. The next morning we get up do our morning thing, and then when I go into her room, I see on the bunk beds:

Sigh. This is why we can’t have nice things.

That was her picture. She was so proud of it. She even pointed out the W she made in the top right hand corner. (W is the first initial of her name). I did manage to remove it with rubbing alcohol, though the Husband said he had been reluctant to clean it off because she was so happy with it. I’m now contemplating maybe some kind of peel and stick whiteboard? But of course if I do that it will instantly render the surface uninteresting and she will move on.

-We went to the opera! All of us, including the kids. I don’t really have a regular sitter, and the Husband and I wanted to see the opera that the baby did the video shoot for. So I thought maybe we should all just go. The ten year old loves going to the opera, and I thought it would be fun for the baby and the five year old to see the results of the video shoot. We didn’t stay until the end because we didn’t want to be out too late with the kids, but we stayed for 3/4 of the opera. The theatre even had booster cushions for the kids – which I hadn’t realized they did. Now I know for next time! It was fun to see the three year old as a huge silhouette onstage – I could tell it was her by her wild hair. Watching the opera, she was a little fidgety, and said the opera was scary, but otherwise did really well. (I mean the opera is about witches and burning women and babies, so maybe she has a point… we did not stay for what I hear was a severed head at the end.) The five year old seemed really into it, and was actually upset at having to leave early. Though he did say at intermission that he wanted to leave so maybe he just really didn’t want to go to bed when we really left. I did bribe the two little kids with lollipops to get them to sit for the second half. The singing was beautiful, and music thrilling, and I thought the tenor’s Act 3 aria was stunning. All in all, I would say a successful family venture to the opera!

Booster cushions in tow! Going to the opera!

– I had a bit of a meltdown on Monday when I went to get my bike out of the shed to go to work, and I couldn’t find the key to the shed. I (embarrassingly) called the Husband, railed at him for a little bit, then felt defeated and went upstairs to change out of my biking clothes and into work clothes and drove to work. I had planned out my bike rides depending on this week’s rehearsal schedule, and there were really only two days that would work to bike, so I was super disappointed and frustrated when I couldn’t bike to work. Anyhow… I did manage to run three times on my dinner break and bike one way on one other day, so I guess I still feel pretty good about the amount of exercise I got.

-Speaking of running – some gorgeous skies and colours during my dinner break runs this week:

There was also one house that had a wish tree out front, and people wrote wishes and hung them from the tree. I especially enjoyed this combination:

In case you can’t read it, the red tag says, “That One Direction gets back together.” The Yellow once says, “Be Connected to my Community.”

-And speaking of exercise: Friday was our first tech rehearsal in the theatre. A day that is always super busy where I’m on my feet all day, running around the stage and theatre. I looked at my Health app on the phone, and yesterday’s stats:

I feel like the number of steps/ distance is about right for a day of tech. Though 2 miles of that was my dinner break run. The 34 floors, however, is more than normal. I do often climb a lot of stairs during tech – our office is in the lower level of the theatre and there is a rehearsal room on the 2nd floor. This tech however was a lot more because our set has two levels and there are a lot of singers and dancers going up to the second level and coming back down, so I was running up and those steps a lot to cue them onstage or to deal with issues. Plus the stage itself a platform about two and a half feet up from the floor of the theatre so even just stepping on stage is 1/3 a flight of stairs. And I went on stage a lot yesterday.
I always think it’s fun to look at these metrics as how they reflect in the day. The dip between 12n-1p was lunch break when we sat on the back terrace and enjoyed the fresh air and view of the Potomac. The spike between 5p-6p was when I went for my dinner break run. The spike in flights climbed between 8pm and 9pm was probably that part in rehearsal when one of the singers left a sword on top of the second story of the set and then we couldn’t find it so I ran up and down the steps five times looking for it because I though it might have gotten kicked off the platform and I was worried that it was under the set. (Someone else had retrieved it and put it on the prop table.)
Anyhow, I always think it’s fun to look at the data from tech and compare it with other techs.

Something I read that made me think this week: This article about digital detoxing and technology norms in a collective society. The article talks about how and why the idea of a “digital detox” has come into our vocabulary and made me really think about the amount of time I spend on my phone. Well, not strictly the time that I spend on my phone, but rather the material I consume while on my phone, and how that reflects who I am. The author is a media studies professor and she writes:
“Studying digital-media breaks can reveal what individuals and collectives value in unmediated spaces, and the measures they take to protect it.”
I’ve been thinking lately about this idea of the offline values that I want to protect. I was looking back on my five year journal and I realized that it was this time last year that I decided to take a break from Facebook because I felt like it was a time suck. Now I don’t necessarily spend less time on my phone, but I think I spend different time on my phone. I read more books. I read and comment on more blogs. I play Wordle and DuoLingo. I still scroll a lot of stuff in Feedly and spend too much time researching purchases and go down internet rabbit holes. I think, though, if I can remember the things that I find fulfilling and satisfying offline, then it will help me be more purposeful with the time I do spend on my phone. So if I value things like connecting with people, stimulating my mind, doing something physical – I will use technology to do those things, guard them and prioritize them, and be more cognizant of when random scrolling doesn’t check those boxes.

Anyhow, my weekend aspirations so far:
– Wash my bras. I, sadly, only have two bras that are currently comfortable and they both need a washing. (They are nursing bras, but are so comfortable that I still wear them. Though I do truly need new bras.) Anyhow his is kind of the sad state of affairs where I have to put “wash bras” on a list to remember to do it.
– Pick up the house. Cleaners are coming Monday, and we always do a tidy before they come. Which usually involves lots of screaming, bribing , and withholding things from the children. Well, they aren’t home this weekend, so let’s see if it will be any less stressful to just do it all myself while they are gone.
– a yoga or a gentle strength workout video. I ran three times this week, plus tech last night, so I’m feeling like something on the short and easy side this weekend.
– ten year old’s Halloween costume. Perpetual October task.
-put oil in my car. It is due for an oil change, but I don’t see that happening for another week, so this is the stop gap measure.
-sleepover with my friend. We might go see a movie (This one with Cate Blanchett as a charismatic conductor. right up our music nerd alley.) Or we might just stay home and have an in home movie night.
-Hike and picnic with sleepover friend.
-Work Sunday Night.
-random internet chores – bills, activity sign ups, still on the quest for black shoes

What We Ate:

Saturday: Hot Pot Restaurant (mentioned last post)

Sunday: Chipotle and Papa Johns at Friend’s house.

Monday: Turkey Meatballs loosely from this Smitten Kitchen Recipe. I didn’t do the broth part; I just premade the meatballs and marinated the squash so the Husband could just toss it all on a sheet pan when he got home and they ate it with pasta. I made a double batch of the meatballs and froze them, which I think future me will thank me for. This was really tasty – I ate it cold when i got home from work and the kids took the leftovers for lunch the next day. The three year old, who says “I don’t like vegetables!” ate all of her yellow squash and then some, but refused to eat the zucchini because it was green.

Tuesday: I had leftovers at work – the last of the mushroo wild rice soup from a week and a half ago. The Husband took the kids to dinner with a friend.

Wednesday: We went to the Opera this night and ate at the terrace cafe at the theatre, which is always pricy, but the food is good and I get a tiny discount. I had a Cioppino which straddled the line between briny and salty.

Thursday: The family had leftover pizza – something easy as they were packing for their trip. I had some kind of leftovers grabbed from the fridge. I’ve started packaging the leftovers in smaller containers when possible so I can just grab them out of the fridge on my way to work.

Friday: Husband and kids were away. I brought a kale salad for dinner – Massaged kale, roasted butternut squash, almonds, avocado, cucumbers, radishes, cheddar cheese, olive oil, salt, shallots, lemon. It was really tasty. And a good way to clean out the vegetable drawer.

Usually I’m the one who puts the 3 year old to bed and the Husband puts both the baby and the eight year old to bed. Last night we decided to switch and I put the baby to bed. I haven’t done this in a while because it doesn’t go well for me. My method of putting her down involves nursing her to sleep and then being stuck underneath a sweaty sleeping baby because a) she is super sensitive and wakes whenever I move, b) I am too short to reach over the crib railing for a smooth baby touchdown to the mattress, and c) she has my nipple firmly clenched in between her teeth.

The Husband, however, has some crazy daddy magic technique that gets her to go down with minimal amount of crying. Except in the cases where I let her nap too late into the afternoon or she falls asleep during her post dinner nursing session. Then all bets are off and the baby gets to hang out and watch 30 Rock with mom and dad. These incidences are very rare. Dad is that good.

Anyhow, last night, after the Husband explained his flip and settle technique of getting the baby into the crib, as well as his very precise 10 minute walk, 10 minute rock routine, he left me with the baby.

So I got to do something I haven’t done since last October. I got to walk aimlessly around in the dark, trying to keep a little tyrant happy as I watch the minutes of my life tick by. Also known as lightwalking. Okay, so I wasn’t really lightwalking. But it sure felt like it.

Lightwalking, for those of you unfamiliar with the phrase, is when, during the technical period of a show, people stand onstage so that the lighting designer and the director can have bodies to look at as they create the lighting looks. Now who these bodies are vary by company. Sometimes they are volunteers who come and do it for cookies, coffee, and dress rehearsal passes. Sometimes it’s an intern or two or three. Sometime it’s a stack of chairs. At my home company, it’s the assistant stage managers.

Now, I love my job. But there is one part of it I don’t love to do. Okay there are two: 1) I hate having to tell the chorus to be quiet, and 2) I really don’t love light walking. It is physically tiring to have to stand still for minutes (or hours) on end (though a lot of stage managers are good at letting the light walkers know when they can relax and sit down for a second). Also, while often I bring a book or something, a lot of times I can’t really do much while light walking because someone is looking at you – or rather what the light is doing around you – so if you move, a voice from the darkness of the theatre will say, “Can you please look up?” Mentally you have to keep yourself engaged because once in a while the stage manager will send you on an errand to find the crew, or make some photo copies, or some such. So you stand there, a human mannequin, and just let the thoughts run through your head. It’s usually some monologue like, “Do I need to update the paperwork for this evening’s rehearsal? I should follow up on that note. Did I move that Post-It in my book? What’s for lunch in the Canteen? I forgot to tell the Husband that there are diapers in the wash. I have to pay the bills. Hmmm … what is this spike mark here and do we still need it?” and so on.

Faust groundcloth. Look at all those spike marks! Yes, we need all of them.

So over the years I have learned to embrace the special part of my job that is lightwalking. I’ve learned to enjoy my book one page at a time. Sometimes I’ll bring a crossword puzzle, or my fellow ASM will bring trivia cards which we can read to each other over the special ASM channel on our headsets. That latter is actually a fun bonding experience. I’ve learned how fun it is to get to be on parts of the set and recreate stage pictures (Tosca jump, anyone?), even to pretend to be a chorus of sixty with just two other ASMs. I’ve come to love the quiet of lighting session – this loud quiet of work being done, punctuated by the tapping of buttons as the electrician programs the light board, the gentle murmur of voices as the artistic staff contemplates the visual details, the quiet conversations of the crew as they wait in the wings for one of us to ask them to move a chair, or a wall, the soft scratchy brush strokes of the painter as they do touch up on the set, with their softly apologetic reminders of where not to step . I’ve learned to delight in looking up close at our sets – marveling at how the peeling painted foam looks like beautiful medieval rocks from the audience. I’ve learned to brace myself when someone calls, “Going dark!”, ready to have the lights all go out and be enveloped in velvety faux night. And I’ve learn to be really Zen about standing in the dark, to savor being onstage and looking out and appreciate how fleeting the work we do is. The gentle knowledge that standing on this green spike mark, this is where I am meant to be now, and this is what I am doing now, and there is nothing more important I can be doing for the show right now than standing right there, looking into that blinding light.

And last night, as I was trying to get the baby to sleep, I had this realization that this was my COVID version of lightwalking. This walking back and forth in the dark, the quiet murmurs of night time, this holding something ephemeral yet full of life in my arms, this protective possessiveness, this opportunity to be in the moment, in a walking mediation, even this living in fear of failure and tears while being slightly bored… this was where I was, and this was where I needed to be at that moment.

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