I hate making decisions.  Ask my dear husband and he’ll readily confirm. 

All those pros and cons to be weighed … and the constant anxiety of whether or not you made the right choice. 

So this weekend the auditions for Oklahoma are being held at Bay City Players.

To audition or not audition?

Shit.

I’ve always wanted to play Aunt Eller.

But this fat old lady has a (very) bum knee.  Dancing is pretty much out of the question.  In fact, going up stairs is pretty much unthinkable.  In fact, getting over a curb can be an unlikely proposition (depending on the height of the curb).  In fact, it’s a crapshoot whether I’ll be able to get up again once seated.

So there’s that.

Also, the auditions are Saturday and Sunday. 

Today (Saturday), we got clobbered with a bunch of snow.  And more is expected tonight  – along with that delightful amalgamation of snow and sleet, we like to call Michigan Mix, making the roads slick as goose shit.  And am I really up to facing the roads between here and Bay City on a regular basis during February and March and April?  (Hey, it’s Michigan, unless it’s June, July or August, you really don’t know what kind of roads you are going to get.)

So there’s that.

And I already have two other singing events to prepare for (not to mention all those pesky appointments that keep sucking up all my time). 

So, between the knee and the weather, and other time commitments I believe the singing Gods are telling this fat old lady to just sit this one out. 

Decision made.

Probably.

Shit.