‘Tis been a whirlwind seven weeks, and now that I’m getting full nights of sleep again I can look back on it all with a smile and a deep feeling of gratitude and relief that I survived.  And more than survived: I loved pretty much every minute of it. Oh sure, I can hardly walk on my left foot and I may never be able to drink another Shirley Temple, Troy’s suffering from single parenting PTSD and Huck doesn’t quite recognize me anymore. Even so, the break from normalcy was a peak experience for this old grey mare, and now I can happily return to regular life with a few hundred new memories (and aches).  To quote the last line of the play: “I think it’s wonderful.”

This is the dreamy look we get when Shana’s in town.

Tornado Shelter!

Huck (& his parents) wonders what he got himself into when he agreed to play Jesus on Good Friday.

Shana and I tried to sound non-dumb on the radio.

NPR Interview

Closing with our realtor Robin (and a folder full of important documents)

Opening Night feels like 100 years ago.

Huck made a change in his life.

Highly Evolved Males

Well, mostly evolved.

A Housewarming Moment

Troy’s mom & Shirley!  In a bar!

Co-workers by day with co-workers by night

My baby niece Lauren & her beau John drove 4.5 hours, saw the show, visited the house, and then drove 4.5 more hours home, which earned them the title of Best Family Members 2016.

The best stage manager and the best awful fake husband

Oh, my liver.

Sometimes we snuck off to our new house for a few minutes of frantic gardening.

Turning 46 on the porch

Birthday Farmer’s Market

Closing feels like a couple days ago.

So much thanks to these two …