*snuffle*

Still coughing up Fair dust. I expect I'll be clear of it all by Saturday afternoon, just in time to go do it again on Sunday. Sunday's schedule, for those that are interested, is four performances at Westover Way, at 10:30, 1:30, 2:30, and 3:30. I'm contemplating this being my last performance with the group. Between gas prices, the drive, and my growing frustration with two of the group...it's not fun anymore, going to rehearsal has become a chore, and tends to leave me more wound up and irritable. But I think I can tell Betty it's mostly gas prices, and leave in a tactful way.

In other news, apparently some of the local schools are sending their science classes out to the tree trail to collect leaves for a project. I found this out by accident--we were over picking up trash at the greenhouse just as Donna comes out the back door with a student and parent in tow. Student said her teacher sent her to our tree trail to gather leaves, since our trees were all labelled. 21 leaves per student, goddess knows know many students...that explains why some of my smaller trees were looking plucked. The Director of Facilities Planning (being the more tactful person in that office) is calling the local school districts today, asking them to tell their faculty that our tree trail is not mature enough to support that level of plucking. Maybe I should go pull all the labels out there, that'd show them.

( The UnSock Report )