YAHOO! The deeply anticipated call from Grant Wilfley came today, and tomorrow I have to drag myself out to Steiner Studios in Brooklyn for my fitting for Winter, 1924 for SEASON TWO OF BOARDWALK EMPIRE! They like me, they really like me!
And that nice piece of news gave me such a pleasant jolt that I did two loads of laundry. That's after spending some time figuring out the machines downstairs. They don't take money, you see...you buy a little credit card sort of thing from a machine and then keep refilling that. And to wash or dry clothes, you put the card in the machine. This seems unnecessarily complicated to me...I mean, saving all your quarters was good enough for your grandparents, for heaven's sake, and why add another step? Ah, well...time marches on.
I even got some of my junk down to the basement for the super to throw out. The movers were so busy impressing me with their efficiency that they fetched along several bits that I thought had been clearly put in the junk pile. Then Sarah found a bunch of Joshua's books in her room (isn't that interesting, since I distinctly remember telling him to stay OUT of Sarah's room. The boy doesn't listen well.). I told her to dump them, and I guess she packed them for discard and guess what. Yeah.
And I think I've found the shelving I need at Home Depot which, in common with everything else in the world, is right around the corner. Thing is that I need very specific widths and heights of shelving, and in a rental apartment, I'm sure as hell not going to attach it to the walls. The height (nothing over six feet) is due to the elevator height, and the width (duh) is due to the size of the walls where they will live. But Home Depot has free standing stackable shelves in the right widths, so I think I'm good to go. I just want to get them in here before next week, because organizing books will amuse me quite nicely during my elevator-repair-imposed exile.
And I have to get a smaller table for the kitchen because I really, REALLY need a shelf in there...I have no storage space at all.
But I don't care, because I'm back on the Boardwalk! WHEE!
Love, Wendy
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Congrats! This time they should give you a speaking part because, really, what is it that you've been rehearsing all your life? You might not want to be one of the ladies who takes her clothes off (enough already with the freezing for the sake of art), but that doesn't mean you couldn't speak in the vernacular. Let me know if you need a note from home to get squared up with this. YAHOO for you!
~Carolyn
Fabulous Wendy. I have been thinking about you and if you would get a call from them. I am thrilled for you.
I am getting organized in my new condo and waiting for the day when I don't have a husband to pick up after. 46 more days.
Now, this must be a touchy subject...what about the smoking? Are you hanging around in the darkness of corners.
See what all that good karma can do for you.
Jane
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