Tuesday July 1st

The Captain has been made the director of our local patriotic pageant this year.  It is called A Field of Stars, and he has drafted nearly all the family to fill roles in the play.  Gretl, Louisa, and I are the only members of the family who will be watching instead of performing this year. 

But the poor Captain has had a rough time of it.  His key actors haven't been showing up to rehearsals, in fact lots of people haven't been showing up to rehearsals.  Their first performance is this Saturday, and it wasn't looking good.  The poor guy was extremely worried about what was going to happen on Saturday, because it just wasn't coming together.
This week he scheduled dress rehearsals for Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday nights.  It may seem like a lot, but he was really worried, and really wanted people to show up to practice.
So tonight he went off to practice looking pretty grim.  Most of the family followed him over, and I stayed at home with Gretl watching (sleeping through) old episodes of Dora the Explorer.  
I was hoping that the rehearsal would go well, and I was a little nervous when the Captain finally showed up.  His mood was...  good!  Very good!  Hooray!  Practice had gone well, and he was happy.  Boy was I glad!  Most of his actors had shown up, and they had one good run through of the entire play. 
He was much happier than he had been for days, and even seemed a little excited about how it would turn out.  I am so very grateful for the Lord's hand in making tonight's rehearsal a success.