Nutcracker trouble

The snow day yesterday meant the school where Saturday’s performance is being held (and if you think a school is an iffy venue, you haven’t seen the very handsome auditorium at Taconic Hills High School) wasn’t available for the construction of the sets, which means that has to be done tonight, which means NO DRESS REHEARSAL. The kids are just going to go on, have one very quick runthrough so they can get the sense of the stage, and that’s it. We’re going to have the same situation at The Egg next week. Hannah has played her role before, and has been on the Taconic stage twice before, so she shouldn’t have any trouble. But for Bekah and the others who haven’t danced it before, they’re going to come out onto an unknown stage, unable to see anything because they’re inside Mother Ginger’s skirt, go running out from underneath her skirt and then god only knows what will happen. Hope for the best.
Nasty weather predicted for tomorrow, too, which always makes the Taconic Parkway (aka “The Little Highway That Cried”) interesting. It is one of the loveliest roads in the state, but a 55-mile-per-hour road with grade crossings and CURBS makes for an intense driving experience. There is never a fear of dozing off while driving the Taconic. Deer through the windshield is another matter.
My mother is concerned that our Christmas present will be too big to take home in the Xterra. This frightens me.