While I was working today, a song came to me. It is to the tune of “The Volga Boatman.”
It’s just Tuesday (Uh!)
It’s just Tuesday (Uh!)
Time is dragging, worries nagging,
The fact is, I was quite anxious to get through my work day and get to Second Dress Rehearsal for Leading Ladies tonight. First Dress went very well, and a number of nagging little details are now taken care of and off my mind. Not ALL the nagging details, mind you. Good heavens, I’m not a miracle-worker, I’m just a community theatre director with a full-time job and a silly blog.
I was heartened by the fact that although time was passing slowly, it was passing. And you can tell me all you want that there are always sixty seconds per minute, sixty minutes per hour; many of us are convinced that some of them have more.
Work day finally over, I returned home to disaster, self-induced as most of mine are. I foolishly decided to try on the little purple dress I had hoped to wear opening night to give my curtain speech (YES, and go out for drinks after the show, do you have a problem with that?). The thing is, I have been getting so hungry lately. I snack on fruits and vegetables, lunch on salad, and try to be sensible for breakfast and dinner. This is not natural behavior. And the fact is, you have to do it EVERY DAY or it is not very effective.
So here we come to the ugly truth about me, and what an apt expression that is!
I really should have known better. I purchased the dress five years ago then stupidly gained weight. I have lost some of what I gained, but you never shrink back to the same shape. Full disclosure: I haven’t lost all the weight, either.
Part of me says I should now be happy it is only Tuesday. I still have Wednesday, Thursday and part of Friday to lose more weight! Most of me knows, however, that this is a crock of shit. I’d best give away that little purple dress to some skinny chick that will appreciate it and go shopping for some plump middle-aged lady garments.
It is really no great matter, after all. I stand on the stage for a very few minutes for my curtain speech and for the 50/50 raffle after intermission. I am certain I can find a frock suited to my current shape. In the meantime, I have written a whole silly blog post on my wardrobe and waistline ills and given very little update on the play. Let’s just call it a Bad Attituesday and drive on. After all, I have a rehearsal to get to.