(Bi) Weekly recap + what we ate: Back to Work

The view of the Potomac

Last week, I started a short gig. Life has been a little work heavy. Work always feels all consuming when I’m in the thick of it, and I’m trying to work on that balance. This week I feel like I haven’t been showing up for the “life” parts of work/life balance. (I don’t love that phrase to begin with, though. Balance seems to indicate that there is a sense of equilibrium that is ideal and I’m not sure I believe in that. Maybe “balance” is just a sense of peace or resignation. Also “Work/Life” seems to indicated some kind of dichotomy, but work is part of life, not the opposite of it.) I’ve been pretty bad about getting home when I said I would. Something comes up, or I try to send that one last email, or attend to one detail. I know it’s hard on the rest of the family when “I’ll be home for dinner” becomes “I’ll be home for bedtime” becomes, “I’ll kiss them goodnight once I’m home.” so I want to get better at this. I’m trying to figure out if this is an issue with how I manage my work or if the issue is with the work itself.

On my self-maintenance habits: I did manage to run five times in these past two weeks, did at least ten minutes of yoga every day, and journal every day, and do my Wordle and Duolingo, so that’s in the “check mark!” column. On the other hand, I did not go to bed at a decent time most nights, and I skipped a lot of meals and ate a lot of midnight snacks, so I have demerits in the “sleep” and “eat” columns. I think partly because the rehearsal schedule was a little different- one big rehearsal in the middle of the day rather than two shorter rehearsals with a meal break in the middle – so there wasn’t always a “typical” time to have lunch. I did bring lots of snacks, so it was just a matter of making sure I took time to grab a snack whenever we had a short rehearsal break. I think, though, in constantly snacking, I missed having a sit down lunch so my brain would think I was famished when I got home after rehearsal and I’d eat less mindfully than I would like. So maybe I need to work on more filling snack meals, or just remembering to eat when I can, not when I have to. Kind of like peeing. Or just to not snack when I get home.

Good things:
– The Husband had given me a National Parks Pass for Christmas so we went on a hike/walk to Great Falls on Saturday. It was a great day for a little walk, and the kids liked climbing on the boulders. Now that I have a park pass I’ll be sure to go more often. I also need to plan other National Park visits.

Family shadows at the falls.

-We took down Christmas. It always feels like a lot of work – we never remember which ornament goes in what box or how to Jenga all the boxes back in the storage bin. There must be an easier solution. Also now that the Christmas tree is down, I’m relishing how much space we have regained in the living room.

-One Saturday night after dinner, we had impromptu family reading time. We’ve been borrowing Vox books at the library for the two little kids – these are books with a build in audio player so that the kids can work it themselves. They love them. And I don’t have to read Frog and Toad 192,853,782 times. The oldest didn’t read because she was practicing piano, but it made a nice accompaniment for the rest of us, ensconced in our chairs with our books. Until she complained that she couldn’t concentrate on practicing because the Vox book was too loud. So we rearranged ourselves and put the two littles with their Vox book on the other side of the room and all got back to reading and practicing. All told, family reading time was perhaps only 30-45 minutes, but it seemed so indulgent to all just be able to sit together in a room for that amount of time – no laundry to do, no carpool to drive, no homework to think about.

Family Reading Time.

-The Oldest kid turned eleven! Despite all the the trials of birthday celebrations I had written of in the last post, I think the now-eleven year old had a pretty good birthday. She got to choose her birthday cereal (she picked Frosted Flakes), and got to have her favorite dinner (The Husband’s kung pao chicken). Then on the next weekend we had some friends over for a sleepover and movie matinee. I was all concerned about what they would do at the sleepover, as I hadn’t planned anything, but we had the kids make individual pizzas and they played Apples to Apples and watched tv and drank soda and everyone seemed quite happy with that. The next morning I made three batches of waffles and we had some more friends come over, then the kids and dads went to see Puss in Boots. Initially at the beginning of the week, the only Sunday morning movie listed was Avatar and I was a little leery about having the kids watch a 3 hour PG 13 movie, but luckily when I checked on Thursday, Puss in Boots was playing, so I bought tickets for that. I think everyone had a great time.

-The day of the sleepover, I had to work, but I also still had to do the grocery shop for the sleepover. So I put on my efficient speedy shopper hat and went to the grocery store at 8:45am, stopped at the Deli to pick up the requested rainbow cake for the party, and was home by 10am and had time to put away the groceries before getting to work in time for an 11am rehearsal. For someone who has to read every food label, grocery shopping can become quite a drawn out event. But that morning, I had such a sense of flow… It just felt like a huge accomplishment to have all the shopping done and groceries put away before 10:30am.

Rainbow cake.

– At our production meeting after our final dress rehearsal, the director of our show made a point to tell everyone what a good job she thought I was doing. It’s been a fast intense process and whereas typically I have at least one assistant, this time I didn’t have any assistants since the show was supposed to be pretty minimal. It wasn’t. It wasn’t a large show by any means, and it wasn’t terribly complex, but it was more involved than this kind of project has been in the past. On our tech day, I logged 13 000 steps/5.7 miles and 11 flights of stairs. This is actually surprising to me somewhat that it’s so high because typically as a stage manager, I’m tethered to my console so i don’t get as many steps in. So … 13 000 steps – not as high as an Assistant Stage Manager who constantly is running around backstage, but definitely higher than when I stage manage. Which is all to say, it was a lot of hats to wear for this one show and I was really touched that the director acknowledged that in front of everyone.

-We ate the peaches! The weather has been remarkably mild, so the thought of eating the peaches that I had canned last August didn’t occur to me. I often think I need to save them for the depths of winter. But last week, we decided that January was a fine time to eat the peaches. They were lovely and redolent of summer. Just opening up the jar and inhaling brought back summer days and sunshine.

Summer in a jar.

– I have a co-worker, a conductor and pianist, who often comes into the rehearsal room in the morning to practice before rehearsal starts. Often I’m in there setting up and I like to listen to him practice. One time I made the offhand comment that I love how he plays Bach, so now he will always finish his session with a little bit of Bach if I’m in the room. What a wonderful privilege to be able to listen to him play as I bustle around in the quiet before a rehearsal, setting tables and chairs and refilling pencil cups. This is one of the joys of my job.

Grateful For:
– My work bestie, also good friend outside of work, who thinks of solutions that I can’t see, and who can do time math so effortlessly.
-Actually, all the people I work with. They are all so smart and good at their jobs and they make me laugh and remind me that what we do is as beautiful and thoughtful as it is sometimes ridiculous.
-The opportunity to work on such a cool set of short operas. I’d say “Buy tickets now!” but it’s already sold out.
-Music. I’ve been trying to listen to more music and this week, I’ve been listening to Baroque music as I run and contradance music as I work. I’m by no means a classical music expert, despite studying music, but fast baroque music is one of my favorite things in life. I found a Spotify play list called “Baroque workout” – doesn’t it seem like there is a playlist for everything? I’ve been using it for my runs and it’s been a great motivator. As for the contradance music – the Husband and I used to be big contradancers. We haven’t been in years, and I would love to go again, but I don’t think contradancing in a mask would be very pleasant, so we’ll wait for a bit. I happened to stumble across a contrandance playlist last week and listening to it reminded me of when the Husband and I met, and going to dances and the the swirling colours of the dance hall, and the toe-tappingly catchy music that just dares you to sit still. The playlist made me really happy.
-The Husband, as always, for holding down the fort. He is the reason I have clean clothes to wear and that the kids get dinner when I’m working. And even though I tell him to leave the kitchen for me to clean when I get home, it is almost always shining when I get home.

Looking forward to:
-Making bread. I had thought my sourdough starter was dead – I had been feeding it for almost two weeks with little result. This week, I gave it a little rye flour because I read that rye flour is extremely reactive. And lo and behold, the sad little starter has started to bubble again. I’m hoping that next week the starter will be in a place where I can make a loaf of bread.
-The five year old’s birthday! He has a Chuck E. Cheese party in a few weeks, so next week will just be us low key celebrating as a family with the tradition of his birthday cereal of choice, dinner of choice (he chose Ama’s chicken wings), and a small cake. Maybe I’ll venture to get him a balloon. And this time make it to Party City before closing.

Aspirations and weekend plans:
– Well, opening night. Probably a little bit of work to do in the afternoon to get ready for the show. It’s been an intense fast process and my calling score is a mess. So I have to go back and fix those Post-Its.
– morning basketball game for the 11 year old. Incidentally I kind of love this sign that hangs in the gym where the kids play basketball:

Good reminders

– skating lessons for the 5 year old.
– It’s Lunar New Year! My father is here visiting for the kids’ birthdays and coincidentally Lunar New Year. I always feel unprepared for Lunar New Year and then I vow to do better the next year, but then I forget. Luckily my father is here so he came up with a plan. We will go to Taiwanese breakfast and have dumplings for dinner and he will give the kids red envelopes. (And I’ve just taken two seconds to put a reminder in my calendar for Lunar New Year next year – February 10th, 2024 – so I’ll plan something. I’d love to have a dumpling party.)
– uncovering the bench in my bedroom that has become de facto clothes storage these past few weeks.
– picking up around the house, get the kids to tidy the toy room. (When I mentioned this task to her today, the 3 year old today asked me, “What’s the difference between ‘tidy’ and ‘clean’?” I guess, in my mind clean involves purging, and tidying involves just putting things back. Or pushing them aside so I can see the floor of the room again.)
-Outdoor time, probably a park or a nature ramble.

Something Thoughtful I’ve consumed lately:
A few weeks ago, in Emily Oster’s newsletter ParentData she wrote an essay “There’s No Secret Option C”, which I thought a really great way to frame decision making. Often when faced with a choice to make, I delay and dither, thinking that there is a perfect solution, just I haven’t thought of it yet, or this perfect solution just hasn’t presented itself to me yet. But, as Oster says, “There is no secret option C.” “In these complicated moments,” she writes, “we are often waiting for a secret third option. No matter how unlikely it is, how impossible, it’s hard not to imagine it.” But usually, there is no other option and delaying making a decision will only… delay things, often until you end up having not choice at all. (Which is another was to make a decision, but kind of a passive-aggressive way to go through life.) In a way it reminds me of what Oliver Burkeman says about recognizing the finite so that you do not getting bogged down by the infinite. It is not about the options to choose from, it is about choosing an option and moving forward with life knowing that the option isn’t perfect, but that you can deal with it.

What We Ate – There was no meal planning these past two weeks. The Husband actually cooked dinner all week. I admit I am a bit of a control freak about dinner, so it felt like I was majorly dropping the ball to have him fully take over dinner. But he made a pretty awesome week of dinners. And as much grief as I give him for being a meat and potatoes man, there were a lot of vegetables involved.

Saturday: Pizza and Catherine Called Birdy. We’ve been having pizza and movie night on Saturdays because of basketball practice. Catherine Called Birdy is based on the book by Karen Cushman, which I remember reading when I was a preteen. (Although I think I liked her Midwife’s Apprentice better.) The movie was a lot of fun, though I felt like it went in a different direction than the book.

Sunday: Leftover friend rice. As in fried rice made from leftovers from the fridge.

Monday: Cucumber salad and roasted poatotes. Funny story, the Husband likes recipes from the BBC Cooking website and this recipe was for Courgette salad. But the Husband bought cucumbers instead because he didn’t know what courgettes were. Which, I think actually ended up tasting better than squash would have.

Tuesday: Taco Cups. I wish I could find and link all the recipes that the Husband used because there were all really good. This one was probably my favorite. It involved lining muffin cups with flour tortillas, filling them with black beans and cheese and then baking til the tortillas were crispy and the cheese melted. I came home from work and promptly devoured all three that were leftover. And easy to eat with one hand too. Bonus.

Wednesday: Kung Pao Chicken and cake. This was the now-eleven year old’s birthday dinner request.

Thursday: Eggplant and Halloumi stacks. This sounded complicated. Fried eggplant slices, layered with Halloumi cheese. I think there was a sauce. It was delicious, clearly since there were no leftovers by the time I got home.

Friday: Sheet pan gnocchi. I actually cooked this one – Sheet pan gnocchi has become one of my favorite ways to use up veggies. In this case, carrots, mushrooms and broccoli, mixed with olive oil and pesto. And the meal comes together in about thirty minutes.

Saturday: Pizza and sleepover night. And Indian Jones and the Raiders of the Lost Ark. This was our first Indiana Jones movie as a family. I’d forgotten how funny they were. Even the fight scenes – they all have this impish air about them. The five year old had this observation: “A good way to save someone is to shoot the driver of the truck.” I’d say that’s a pretty accurate takeaway. Also: “Indiana Jones knows lots of tricks!”
All the Indiana Jones movies are now on Amazon Prime, so I feel like they will be in our near future.

Sunday: Take out Chinese.

Monday: Vegetable omlettes. Due to a spousal miscommunication in advance of the now-eleven year old’s sleepover, both the Husband and I bought two dozen eggs that morning. Which makes four dozen eggs, in addition to the dozen adn a half we already had at home. So now we have a lot of eggs to use up.

Tuesday: Migas, – This was tasty even eaten cold straight out of the pan three hours later.

Wednesday: Carrot Parsnip Soup. I actually prepped this one for the Husband. I did all the initial steps in the InstantPot and then set it to cook. When the Husband got home, he pureed the soup in the Vitamix and then served it.

Thursday: Egg bake with potatoes and mushrooms. Also delicious cold eaten out of the pan four hours later. I was told, however, that the three year old carefully picked all the mushroom and onions out of this.

Friday: Breakfast sandwiches eaten with grapes. Fast meal for a basketball practice day.

Weekly Recap + What We Ate: A night at the opera!

baby’s first opera!

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:

Which is apparently 9.2 miles

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.

Useful Stage Management Skills in the Real World: Lightwalking

Scarpia’s view from his death position.

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.

I guess I’m not going anywhere at the moment.