Have You Seen Her Dressed In Blue? See The Sky In Front Of You
One more item off the slowly shrinking project plate for 2007: The annual theatre retreat went down over the weekend, at our now-regular fortress of solitude deep in the woods near Mt. St. Helens.
As per usual, a good mix of old and new company members in attendance, and a fair amount of discussion regarding our future direction, and what we want to accomplish in the next year. Along the way, a few personnel changes. I'm giving up my dual-staff position of Communications Coordinator in order to focus more on my Facilities Manager position, since a great deal of our goals for the year involve changes and upgrades to our new venue, and so that's where I'm going to need to focus the bulk of my energies in the meantime. Also, this was the first retreat with our new (old) Artistic Director, Bret Fetzer officially at-the-helm, so even bigger changes there.
It's always a great weekend, and the site itself is spectacularly beautiful, even in the pouring rain, of which there was a great deal. Yet the constant drizzle does afford the occasional surprise - and this one was enough to get everyone up out of their seats in the middle of a long day of discussion, for a brief respite to enjoy a little in the way of natural phenomenons.
Needless to say, after a long drive down on Friday, return trip on Sunday, combined with a couple evenings of socialization, followed by short nights of trying to sleep on very hard mattresses (which, even when softened slightly by foam pads, still don't afford much in the way of comfort), I was one exhausted retreater when I finally got home last night after dropping off my ride-sharers and their assorted gear, and got my own unloaded and unpacked. Still, managed to stay awake until around 9:00-ish, in the hopes I'd get a good - long - night's shut-eye, but not wake up at the crack of 6:00 or so. Thankfully, I was out like the proverbial light, and didn't wake up until about 15 minutes before my alarm was scheduled to go off, so mission accomplished there.
And another three-day work week, making three straight weeks of short schedules; a guy could really get used to this.
Labels: Annex, Mt. St. Helens
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