Putting Things Into Perspective

So I survived F2 Squared - that is, two F2 Tornadoes swept through central Illinois Sunday night and early Monday morning. Wow. Talk about not giving a flip whether I was cast at Muni or not (FYI I was NOT cast in anything). Thank God my family and Michael and I escaped with minimal damage.

On Monday or Tuesday afternoon, my parents noticed that the police were knocking on their neighbor's door - my mom told my dad to tell them that they were at work. The officer said "Actually, we're looking for Georgia Hepworth". Turns out that my Grandma Sunny, who lives in Evergreen, Colorado...who is the matriarch of our family...had fallen while in the shower and had lost consciousness for a day or so, and her manager at her condo complex found her.

Her friends in Colorado had been trying to contact my mom, since we are her only immediate family left, and their phone lines were down (actually, they were just restored today), so her friend contacted the Springfield Police department, and they let them know that we had really bad storms here, and that they would come and look for her. And they did - thank God.

So we didn't think that anything was really wrong. Since my folks' neighborhood was really badly hit, I told them that I would house-sit and take care of the dogs & cats. Fun times.

So I called her last night, to make sure my dad had given me correct directons for the medications that one of her dogs is taking (of course it was wrong!), and she said that Sunny was really bad off. Big red flags went off in my head. Said she was septic, and on 4 different antibiotics, and that none were responding, and that her WBC's were sky-high. Hmmm. Let me explain, Sunny's 83. She has had a knee replacement, and 2 hip replacements. But that's it. No other health problems EVER. The most independent woman in the world...she drove a STICK shift twice a year from Colorado to Illinois...to visit her family. So I figured "Crazy Grandma Sunny" would pull through - hell...she'll be around to outlive all of us. The doctors would find the right antibiotic, and mom & dad would be back in a couple of weeks. Life as normal.

Michael went to a job interview this morning - came home very melancholy. I figured the interview had went horribly awry. He said it went OK...said he talked to my brother-in-law, Dale, who works for this company. Grandma Sunny died this morning around 6:00 am.

Losing a Grandparent is nothing new to me. I lost my grandfather in 2004. Her husband died 9 years ago. But this has hit me like a ton of bricks. My mother's family is gone. I lost someone who loved me just as much as my own mother does. Katie and I would go stay with her for 6 weeks each and every summer as we were growing up. We were her only grandchildren - and she was a beautiful, wonderful woman.

God, this is hard. God, do I miss her.

Waiting...and Waiting

I auditioned last Saturday for Muni. Fun times.

Now the waiting process begins. No callbacks as of yet. But then again, I've not heard too much. Nobody's talking. Weird.

So drinking must occur this Monday night.

Life or Something Like It

Ok...so many subjects...so little freaking time.

It's been a month of co-habitating with Michael...and he hasn't killed me yet. That's a huge plus. I must have some sort of hold on him - he's auditioning for the Muni with me on Sunday. This is a double edged sword, I know. I'm elated that he's interested in what I am...yet...he's a man. Without uncertainty...he will be cast. Me...not so much certainty. This isn't a scientific quote...but I think the ratio to men vs. women auditioning is about 1:10. Draw your own conclusions. But hell, I feel the same way about my dad. Love, love, love him - but he's talented. There ya go.

I am also doing a 360 with my audition song. I've changed it at least 10 times in the past 2 months. First, it was a sappy ass love song. Then, it was a sappier love song. It wound up going to a belting bitch song...then I decided to stop all of this procrastinating. They're doing Chicago and I have been singing "When You're Good to Mama" for the past 4 years while in Little Rock. My problem is...that the rumor mill has been going nutso. I heard that someone was pre-cast for the role of Mama Morton. When asking people who kind of know what they're doing - they said to audition for Mama. I was stuck. First, my best friend in the entire world is auditioning for that role. Hmmm. Second, I'm wayyyy too young. Third, what makes me thing that I'm so fucking good that I could actually stand a chance? Then I woke up. This is freaking COMMUNITY THEATER. Also, I really dig this role. As sparse as Chicago is done in Community Theaters nowdays...who is to say when I will get the chance to audition for this show again? And if I was in Little Rock...would I let this keep me down? Hell, no. I would go in there all ballsy and kick some ass. So there it is.

Healthwise - I suck. Cellulitis is NOT my friend. I've been laid up here in this damn house. Unable to go to rehearsal. Craziness.

But hey - I blogged for the 1st time in eons...I'm proud of me ;)

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