In the grand scheme of things, this building doesn't mean that much - it hasn't been a functioning theater for a few decades, and was close to falling down on its own anyway. I grew up right next door to it, and played in the park outside it every day. I threw rocks at it in middle school, broke into it in high school, and helped try to fix it in college. I spent weekends painting walls that were falling in on themselves, cataloging moldy costumes, laminating old playbills.
My family has run a theater program the last 5 years on the grounds of the theater, and have been trying to get the place opened up again, at least so people can see inside of it. They've had some success - we did a play last summer on the balcony of the theater, and opened it up for tours for the local schools. They both work full time jobs and put all their spare time and money into this program. They've gone to every town meeting for 5 years to try and get any support they can, with very little luck.
They stayed up all night to watch the fire, because what else can you do?
I used to sneak out of my bed and sit on the roof with my brother when I was a kid so we could hear the shows they did on summer nights. We couldn't see anything through the trees, but we could hear the words, and my brothers tried to explain what was going on.
I was planning in getting married in the park. Just ordered invitations, too. Going to visit the wreckage this weekend and make some decisions.
Anyways, here's a song I wrote.
PS: the kicker is that at the last town meeting, people were talking about how now they could finally build condos there.
I wasn't really prepared for the emotional toll that leaving all these preschoolers was going to have on me. I still have a few more days teaching, but I've told the kids I'm leaving and they are... not pleased, to say the least.
The hardest one has been a 3 year old kid named Ian, who's been at the school since it opened. I babysit him sometimes, because his family's a mess. His parents just finalized a divorce, his brother bullies him all the time, etc. When I was babysitting him yesterday, I told him that I'm leaving soon, but we still have time to play at the school a few more times.
His exact response was:
"BUT YOU'RE MY BEST GROWN UP"
Starts running away from me in the Fred Meyers food court
Once I caught him, which thankfully didn't take long, he told me that it's okay I'm moving, because soon he's just going to get a jet, and use that jet to bring me and my family to live at his house.
So, there's that.
I MADE SOME SHIT, Y'ALL
First of all, my first sweater is done!
Really happy with how it turned out, just a smidge short, but that's okay. Already started another sweater, because I'm crazy.
Also, I started painting stuff this weekend. I've never really been good at or liked drawing/painting, but I've been toying with some isometric stuff for the past few weeks, which has been fun. I'm making about 1 room a day, might connect them, might not.
(The dog is named Sammy)
Not quite as cleanly executed as I'd like, but I like the design of this room. Might make it again sometime.
WIP of the current one.