I’m afraid it’s Middle-aged Musings Monday, or Mental Meanderings Monday (choose your alliteration). I’m sitting in Basloe Library in Herkimer, NY, with my usual Monday back-ache (and you were hoping I could get through a post without griping about my physical ills) (quite frankly, so was I), sipping coffee and typing on my laptop.
I will just mention that there is something vaguely comforting about my Monday back-ache. I won’t pretend to be so twisted that I enjoy having a back-ache, but at least it feels familiar. Does that make any sense? Does anything make any sense? How about that headline? Let’s talk about that.
After famously saying, “No more plays!” after Much Ado About Nothing (a truly grand theatrical experience, thank you, LiFT!), I am planning to go to Ilion Little Theatre tonight to audition for Steel Magnolias. Oh come on, did anybody seriously believe I wasn’t going to? Of course, there is no guarantee I will get a part. It actually might be kind of better if I don’t get one. I mean, I’m writing three or four murder mysteries. They are scheduled for February, March, April and TBD. More details to follow.
I’ll tell you what, this is not the best place to sit with a laptop. The florescent lights are reflected in my screen in a most annoying fashion. I just re-tilted in an attempt to minimize the effect.
Where was I? Ah yes, too busy to be in another play. Additionally, the deadline looms for Mohawk Valley Living magazine. My computer problems have delayed my getting my articles written and submitted. To be more exact, my dithery, ineffective attempts at dealing with my computer problems have had that effect. A more organized writer would have handily completed said articles. Here we come to the ugly truth about me.
On the other hand, I see it is 4:24 according to my computer. That is almost two hours before my ride will pick me up to go to auditions (it’s so much more comfortable to go to these things with a friend!). I can progress on my articles now! As Gene Wilder famously said in Young Frankenstein: “IT! COULD! WORK!”