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Up at five in the morning. Ugh, I hate five in the morning. But, it's time to drive to Salem for Ashes' orientation.

Last night I dreamt I was still directing Drowsy Chaperone, except I was directing a brush-up rehearsal in a darkened room at an old Victorian mansion, with a bunch of tables and chairs everywhere. My actors were forced to rehearse "Fancy Dress" in a cramped corner, and weren't happy about it. The actors weren't all the same as the ones in the show, either.

I think it's a sign that I liked the show when I have dreams about it after it's over. That doesn't always happen!   

Stepping out.

What a day today has been.

 Ashes’ orientation at Salem. We started bright and early at five, but got a late start, between Ashes taking her time and forgetting things, and Theo getting ready for school. Then, getting through Boston during rush hour was horrible, so what should have been a one hour trip turned out to be a two hour trip. We arrived at 9:30 when we should have been checking in at eight.

I feel responsible for that, in part. I should have cracked the whip more. Gotten us out earlier.

Anyway, the problem was further compounded when Ashes stepped out of the car and realized that the skirt she had purchased the night before at Target was practically see-through in the light of day (PS: we discovered later that it actually wasn’t, but somehow the slip tucked up inside.) This caused her to burst in tears, and Josie moved her into the back seat of the car to change clothes.

After a few minutes, she was able to get her act together and we moved to the Orientation center. We approached a Navigator at the front desk, who said that the kids had already started their work, and that they would move Ashes’ stuff to the dorms and she would be escorted to meet everyone else. But first, did she want to go to the bathroom?

After going there for a cry, she returned and was led off. Josie and I went to the parents’ orientation meeting.

Half way through the first session, Josie turned to me. “She’s going to need clothes for tomorrow.”

I nodded. “And a cell phone. I’m really worried about her not having a cell phone.”

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