Wednesday, November 23, 2005

Happy Thanksgiving

Yes, I have a few spare moments to write hello and give you a quick update on life . . .

Life has been, well, rather quick. The last two weeks seem like a month, at least I got enough done in them to have been a very full month. The defining events of my life over the last few weeks: sniffing paint and killing things. See aren't you interested now?

Why did I sniff paint? Because I was the stage manager for The Cocktail Party. But, since I had almost no crew at all, that required set painting, prop finding and construction, setting up Coeli, running the backstage each show, and averting 100 minor crisis a day. The crew I did have (as well as our dedicated director Ariel) were very faithful, and somehow we transformed Coeli into a charming theatre in the round (well, a U shape anyhow). The six performances of the play were a great success and re-sparked or kindled a love for Eliot in quite a number of Christendomite hearts. Personally, I fell in love with that play. Wonderful acting aside, the lines are incredibly poignant. Eliot explores many of the same hurts and despairing relationships that he touches on in The Wasteland, but here he offers hope and a solution. His grasp of philosophy and psychology is apparent in every line and expressed through modern language that still manages to retain the lyrical beauty of poetry, especially in his more ornate passages. It is truly a play that you can grow with and through. I have lost count of the times I have read it, but it never fails to offer some new insight or reflection. As a result, I've found myself defending it on several occasions and would be happy to do so here as well if you are one of those who thinks Reilly's view of marriage is negative, Celia's fate was too shocking, Peter is a forgotten soul, or the line "Disillusion can itself become an illusion, if we rest in it" is completely cryptic. Enough said except go a read it, at least twice. It's under 200 pages but crammed full of reality and the struggle for truth and beauty in a fallen world.

Now for the killing things aspect. My floor was given the adventurous cross of being infested with lice this past week. One girl accidentally brought it from home and suddenly all hell broke loose. I had girls so paranoid that they wouldn't touch anything that anyone else had touched and were convinced that every cloth article on the floor was just crawling with miniscule invaders. One girl said even her feet itched to think about it. Treatment plan? Well, we all had to get our heads checked (and as a "clean" case I did a decent amount of the checking), a process that is reminiscent of those nature shows on gorillas I watched as a kid; then, every cloth article on the floor had to be put in an air-tight bag for 10 days or put in a dryer on high for 30 min. and then put in a "clean" bag; all dirty clothes (a.k.a. anything you've worn, touched, or that's seen air in three weeks) had to be bagged for 10 days in a "contaminated" bag or heat washed and dried; then, we vacuumed everything possible; and finally, the whole floor is being sprayed by a dude with pesticide stuff. All this took about 20+ hours out of my week to orchestrate; gotta love health regulations in a large dormitory. My 30 girls loved it too . . . well, we tried to convince ourselves it was an exciting adventure instead of the pain it was--it makes a good story anyhow. In sum, we actually saw no lice, only a couple nits (the eggs), we learned a lot about lice (including the grammatical forms of louse and lice and the etymology of the phrase "nit picker"), and we have a VERY clean hall (definitely a good thing). Isn't life amusing?

Other than all this craziness, I've written two papers and done a ton of thesis research in the last 36 hours and am cramming some more in before I go to see Erin. Let me repeat, I GET TO SEE ERIN!!!! Yay Thanksgiving. I have so much to be thankful for this year. God has taught me so much about myself and about life in the last year; maybe it was a hard lesson at times, but He's given me so much strength and grace to live each day anyhow. I would be miserable and pathetic apart from Him, and still He calls me to perfection and helps me to keep trying to obtain it. God is so good!

On that note, I hope you all enjoy a lovely Thanksgiving. You're all in my thoughts and prayers.

4 Comments:

Blogger Elizabeth said...

I presume you heard about a similar infestation at the Rome campus? I rather pity that all 30 (or however many there are) of you had to go through the whole process.. only our 'biohazards' had to do the whole nine yards..

11/25/2005 1:01 PM  
Blogger coiledrose said...

I really enjoyed reading your post. It's good to know you're still sane after hell week with the play, which was wonderful by the way.

11/29/2005 4:08 PM  
Blogger Adrienne said...

I am so glad that everything is ok, now. I was worried about you and praying a lot. Love you much!

11/30/2005 9:49 AM  
Blogger Donna-Katie said...

Listen, woman! Next time you undergo big life changes - call me!

Love you. In my prayers,
Donna

12/01/2005 2:19 AM  

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