a mixed day

Yesterday, we had a full day planned.

We went to Detroit and saw two shows. We saw Cyrano de Bergerac at the Hilberry Theater in the afternoon and then saw Alfred de Musset's Fantasio in the renovated Studio Theater in the evening. The drive into Detroit had some snow covered and slippery roads, but Dear Husband K managed just fine.

The Cyrano was missing some spark- somehow the direction allowed it to be both somewhat slow moving and also managed to rush over/miss some of the moment to moment nuance and comedy. Still, it was a competent production.

I am turning over in my mind the showing of Fantasio. Several of my students were in the production. I think show was again competent; I would have to read the script, which I am not certain that I like, to see how well the director captured- or did not- the style of the play.

I also chafe every time I read the apologia of a note on the "PhD Student Series". This blurb has been implemented since I have graduated from the program and basically boils down to advising (warning? reassuring?) the theater goer that these are PhD student directors, under the careful supervision and guidance of the faculty - you can almost hear the subtext "no undergrad actors were harmed in the making of this show."

In my experience, there have been several Studio PhD shows that were as well directed, acted and/or designed as any of the shows upstairs- with a lot less money and time invested in them.

ANYWAY

We drove home- and the roads were fine.

Then we found that one of the dogs had shit in the bedroom where they had spent the day. (which one? DH K thought it was Jackson, because he'd seen Jasper poop outside before we left; I was pretty sure based on the poop's appearance that it was Jasper).

Now, we have left the dogs home alone for this long or longer with no such accident.

GRRR.... DH K took the dogs outside, and I cleaned up the poop, washed the floor, sprayed odor neutralizing spray, burned a candle- in short, everything was as it should be when DH K came back upstairs with the dogs.

So we curled up and watched Jimmy Fallon host SNL - a rerun, but with some good moments. Off to bed.

Then at about 1:30 a.m. I woke to dogs pacing and a HORRIBLE stench. DH K did not wake. I grumbled and turned on lights.

DH K did not wake up.

I kicked out both dogs.

I cleaned up the poop soup from the floor on DH K's side of the room, on my hands and knees, an operation using two toilet flushes, a bag full of paper towels.

DH K did not wake up.

I got out the mop and mopped all of that floor. I sprayed odor neutralizer. I lit another candle.

DH K did not wake up.

I stripped naked, took a shower, washed my hair, changed my pajamas, let in the dogs.

DH K did not wake up.

I grumbled (loudly, I thought): I can't BELIEVE you are sleeping through all this!

DH K did not wake up.

I continued to grumble, If this happens AGAIN, I swear, I am leaving it for you to clean and moving into another room to sleep!

DH K did not wake up.

I read for another hour, since I couldn't go back to sleep.

DH K did not wake up.

So, finally, around 3:00 A.M. I go to sleep.

I wake up around 4:00 A.M. hearing a dog pacing. I LEAP out of bed.

This time DH K awakes as I turn on the light, and rush the dogs outside. In time. I notice the dance Jasper is doing, and that once outside, it is Jasper who does the poop crouch while Jackson dashes off to seek bunnies to tear apart.

As I come upstairs, I grumble, You are really lucky I got them out in time. I can't believe you slept through it the first time.

What? says DH K.

I can't believe you slept through it! The dog shit all over the floor! Horrible stink! Your side of the room! I cleaned, I mopped, I showered! I can't believe you slept through it!

I'm sorry, says DH K.

I say, well, you can let them in. And if it happens again, I am TOTALLY going in the other bedroom.

So DH K brings in the dogs, I go to sleep.

Around 5:00 A.M. I awake to a horrible stench.

That better be a fart, I declare. I turn on the light.

DH K wakes up.

I scout. There it is, poop-sprayed floor on DH K's side of the room. DAMN IT!

DH K (because he likes being married to me) says, I will clean it.

He takes the dogs outside for the rest of the night-morning, and starts cleaning but I CANNOT BREATH and it is too hot under the covers so I light a scented candle and I still CANNOT BREATH and so I get up and move to another bedroom for the remainder of the night-morning.

Let's hope we've gotten all the shit out of the way for today- or for the week- or the month-