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This day has been the sort that you just endure until its over, and it's getting worse.
Two people are undergoing surgery.
The first is my father, and no, I'm not going into the details on LJ. When I called home to find out what was up with Dad, my mother would only tell me that he was still in surgery and she'd call later - but her idea of encouragement was to say "don't worry" (Hello? Father? SURGERY?) and to advise prayer, because being worried about my dad is not reason enough for her to forgo yet another dig about my atheism. Silly me, I thought we could put that off until we had the by-now 15-year-old annual fight about hauling me unwillingly to church on Christmas Eve.
The other is David Tennant, who has a slipped disc, poor guy. They say he will not be back in Hamlet "before Christmas," and since my tickets are for the 29th, my chances of seeing him are probably nil.
Plan B is taking their offer of exchanging tickets (but I think Hamlet is the only one with a Monday performance) or seeing Hamlet anyway (it's not like the RSC does bad performances)... but in that event, I do wish it was a play I was fonder of.
I hate waiting. Mother hasn't called back yet. He's out of surgery okay; we will know more tomorrow, and Mother reminds me that no news is good news, although frankly? I'd rather have hourly "no, everything's fine" messages.
Two people are undergoing surgery.
The first is my father, and no, I'm not going into the details on LJ. When I called home to find out what was up with Dad, my mother would only tell me that he was still in surgery and she'd call later - but her idea of encouragement was to say "don't worry" (Hello? Father? SURGERY?) and to advise prayer, because being worried about my dad is not reason enough for her to forgo yet another dig about my atheism. Silly me, I thought we could put that off until we had the by-now 15-year-old annual fight about hauling me unwillingly to church on Christmas Eve.
The other is David Tennant, who has a slipped disc, poor guy. They say he will not be back in Hamlet "before Christmas," and since my tickets are for the 29th, my chances of seeing him are probably nil.
Plan B is taking their offer of exchanging tickets (but I think Hamlet is the only one with a Monday performance) or seeing Hamlet anyway (it's not like the RSC does bad performances)... but in that event, I do wish it was a play I was fonder of.
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