A few weeks ago Romney approached her father and asked if he would mind making a submarine door for her.
No big deal.
Except...it was kind of a big deal. We are once again in the throws of performance/competition/crazy season, and since our daughter can't tear herself away from theater or choir or orchestra (plus all the small groups coming out of each of the three disciplines). She is up past her eyeballs in rehearsals, performances and traveling from school to school for presentations to judges. She has been in two separate choir octets, a female-only choir, a regular choir, a two-person one-act play, a string quartet, and playing the cello as accompaniment with the whole choir. She's ready to die and we are ready to kill her. Just kidding we love her so much. And also would like to die with her. She loves it all, except when she hates it all.
The submarine door was for her two-person one-act play, written by her dear friend Cambria. Troy put in some serious man-hours on this project. He got to use his welder, and I got to pick up 10-foot lengths of steel in the minivan. Twice. The seats are a little worse for the wear. Good old Jarvis. Cambria's grandpa made the round handles and Romney and I painted it. I think it got the job done but boy were we glad to be done making it. You might think that after all the time and effort it took, we'd want to hang on to it. Not on your life. We agreed to make it and get it to the school only with the strict understanding that it was never EVER to return to our house. We were pretty worried that we wouldn't be able to get it to the school in our van, but once again Jarvis came through. The back seemed to have been custom made to fit homemade submarine doors.
I wasn't sure I'd get to see this underwater drama, since the only night it was going to be shown to parents was on the same night as one of Emma's performances (more details on that next), but I found out that parents were allowed to go to the performance with the judges. I made the trip out to Brighton High School and was so happy I got a chance to see it. Cami is a great writer, and I don't often get to see Romney's real acting chops. She and Judd (fellow actor and Cami's little brother) did a great job. For the record, Brighton High is a massive school and when you park on the south east side you should expect to walk a full mile at least to get to the auditorium on the north west side.
Next week Romney heads out on her madrigal and orchestra trip to California and please oh please when she gets home can this all settle down please?
Yeah, probably not. Her play, quartet and all the choir groups made it to the next round. Yaaaaaayyyyyy.
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