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Is It Worth 3,000 Words?

I think I may have run out of things to say about not having anything to say.

I am forcing myself not to backspace and erase that, as I did to at least three other possible leads.  I’m thinking at least one of those leads was better than what I went with, but of course now I can’t remember any of them.

Using a few random pictures seemed to work yesterday.  I wonder if I could get away with it two days in a row.

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He’s telling me what to say, and I’m thinking he’s full of beans.

 

This picture is from the Ilion Little Theatre production of Harvey in 2012.  Steven played Dr. Chumley.  I was Veda.  Perhaps longtime readers remember when this blog was All Harvey All The Time.

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My character is drinking wine, but it is not real wine in the glass, a source of much disappointment to me.

This is a more recent stage appearance: Splitting Issues last October.  I believe I also wrote a couple of blog posts about that.

 

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In jail, where some believe we belong (you know who you are).

 

I don’t have another theatre picture of Steven and me together, so I will show a picture of me in costume with Steven.  This was a Haunted Tour of Herkimer’s Historic Four Corners.  I reprised my role (wait a minute; my computer thinks “reprised” is not a word, but apparently “reprise” is. Oh, I can’t worry about that now) of Roxalana Druse, who was hanged behind the 1834 Jail.  I don’t think I did a blog post about that event (the haunted tour, not the hanging, although I never wrote about the hanging either).  How remiss of me.

So this is my Non-Sequitur Thursday post for the week.  I think I’ve jumped around enough to qualify.  If only I could think of a catchy headline, I could head to my Steel Magnolias rehearsal content.

 

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Post Play Postmortem

I’m going to call this a Middle-aged Musings Monday, but it is really  one of those whiny posts about how I am just too tired to compose a real post.  Perhaps we could call it a Blogger’s Sick Day, because I am suffering from some sinus-y, headache-y virus or something.  Or from being too old to keep up with myself.  At least Post-Play Letdown has not kicked in yet, so I have something going for me.

Yesterday was the closing performance of Splitting Issues at Ilion Little Theatre.  Things went very well.  The audiences loved us, we loved each other, and a good time was had by all.  We had our cast party at Applebee’s in Herkimer after we struck the set (which was luckily not an extensive one).  Now before you start shaking your head or your finger (or your booty) at me, I did NOT have any wine, nor yet a Margarita, Sangria, or this really cool looking drink with an upside down beer that one member of our group had.  I am temporarily off alcohol.  Several people noticed I was not imbibing.  Could it be I am becoming known for my love of adult beverages? SAY IT AIN’T SO!!!

Be that as it may, we had a nice dinner with lots of laughs and conversation.  It was really quite a delightful cast. I hope to work with all of them again.  Maybe in a play where I can have scenes with other people beside Steven.  Not that I did not thoroughly enjoy being in the scene with my dearest husband.  Obviously I DID.  He’s a great actor!  Lots of fun to work with!  Yes, he usually reads my blog, why do you ask?

Oh dear, I think I have just talked myself into Post-Play Letdown.  Well, one must endure these things as the almost inevitable aftermath of a wonderful experience.  As I like to say, sometimes you just have to feel that way until you don’t feel that way any more.  Alas, that is probably the case with my sinus condition a well.  I hope to see you all on Tired Tuesday, when I hope not to be too tired.

 

 

Wrist to Review

I must begin to get ready soon for the closing performance of Splitting Issues, the play I am in at Ilion Little Theatre.  I think it would be a good idea to publish my blog post before I leave.  For one reason, after the show we have to strike the set, then we have the cast party.  Who knows when I’ll be home?  And then Steven will want to get on the computer, because he is at work right now while I am sitting here on my fat butt, on the computer.  Only I am not feeling well, and there are a few other useful things it would be really nice to get done, and my brain can’t seem to settle on a blog topic.

Sounds like Wrist to Forehead Sunday to me.

I know, first world problems.  Don’t you hate that expression?  It’s a snarkier way of saying quitcherbitchin’ (that’s all one word, isn’t it?), and I feel it is snarky enough to discount somebody else’s complaints.  Then again, I do complain too much and should, in fact, quit my bitching (I think it’s funnier when I put the g back in).  So let’s get back to the blog post and stop talking about me (oh wait, it’s  personal blog; it is supposed to be about me).

Splitting Issues has gone splendidly, by the way.  We sold out Friday night and had an almost full house Saturday.  Both audiences were very appreciative.  There is just nothing like hearing that laughter when you are on stage trying to be funny.  I LOVE live theatre!  Paul Boehlert reviewed Friday night’s peformance in Sunday’s Utica OD.  The review was published online Saturday.  A cast member found it on her phone and read it to us.  It was a great review. And it mentioned me and Steve!

Here is the link, in case you’d like to read the review for yourself:

http://www.uticaod.com/news/20161022/review-splitting-issues-splits-sides-at-ilion-little-theatre.

In the meantime, I’m over 300 words.  I call that respectable.  Happy Sunday, everyone.

 

Shall We Split the Difference?

I am missing the monthly dinner meeting of Ilion Little Theatre Club.

OK, I just sat here with my laptop for what seemed like a long time before I typed in the above sentence.  Then I backspaced it out.  Then I hit “undo” and put it back.  Then I sat here and tried to think of another sentence.  As you can see, it is not going well.

In my defense, I have not had a post that was purely about How I Can’t Write a Decent Post Today (I just added the word “decent” to that phrase, do you like it?) in a long time.  I’m not saying all my posts were decent, and I certainly added in enough whiny excuses for why they weren’t as good as I wished they were.  Still, how long has it been since I posted pure foolishness?  I’m too lazy to click back to my dashboard and check.

Tomorrow night is opening for Splitting Issues by Sam Bobrick.  We had our dress rehearsal last night.  It went pretty well.  I was glad.  I don’t like to invoke that old saw that the worse a dress rehearsal the better the opening night.  I don’t want an opening night miracle, meaning I don’t want to NEED an opening night miracle!  Well, we don’t in this case.  The show is good.  I think the audience will get a lot of laughs.

Well, there you go.  This post was not pure foolishness; I gave another plug to Splitting Issues at Ilion Little Theatre.  That’s Friday and Saturday, Oct. 21 and 22 at 8 p.m., Sunday, Oct. 23 at 2 p.m., at The Stables, 13 Remington Ave., Ilion, NY.   Tickets available at eventbrite.com or at the door.

As for this post, I think I’ll slap on a silly headline and call it a Non-Sequitur Thursday.

 

 

I Guess It’s Scattered Saturday After All

Hey, did anybody notice that yesterday I did NOT make a Friday Lame Post?  That is good news for me, because I am working my way right into a Lame Post Saturday.  I have not done enough to even make it a Scattered Saturday!  And I am leaving in less than an hour for tech rehearsal for Splitting Issues at Ilion Little Theatre (perhaps you read my recent post about the play), so it would behoove me to publish something soon.

I thought I would run this morning.  I ran yesterday and it didn’t go too badly. It didn’t go too well, either, but I don’t ask for miracles.  It was quite cold when we got up at 5:30 (due to Steven’s work schedule; I blessedly had the day off), so I thought a later run might be better for me.  And hanging out with my husband in the morning is definitely a good idea for me.

When Steven left for work, I tried to walk to the post office with Spunky.  I had some post cards to mail, and I thought a Pedestrian Post might be nice.  Spunky was moving slowly.  He pooped right away, then a few feet further down pooped again.  I call him Two-Poop Spunky, although he does not always limit himself to two.  After the second one, he turned around and headed briskly back home.  Spunky does not have much of a fur coat; the groomers keep his short, because he has skin issues.  He was probably cold.  I was.  So much for a walk.

After a while I got in my vehicle and drove to the post office to mail my things.  Then I went to an ATM to replenish my cash.  I had a vague idea of going to a new cafe I had seen, for a blog post and perhaps to write about for Mohawk Valley Living.  Oh, I just couldn’t make myself.  Blame it on the weather.  Blame it on some medication that I will NOT go on about, because I do not care to be tiresome about my health issues (even more tiresome than I normally am, that is).  No matter.  I went home.

I put in a load of laundry and tried to tidy the living room.  I made a little progress, but I also made my dog restless.  Since the temperature had warmed up somewhat, I thought we would try another walk.  We got about a block further before Spunky decided to turn around.  I was just as glad about that, because he was moving so slowly.   Then I was even happier, because Steven was home for lunch.  That snuck up on me!

I confess, have not gotten a whole lot else done.  I got the laundry in the dryer, where it sits.  There, I stopped typing and went and got it.  How’s that for reporting the news as it’s happening?  I worked on my article for Mohawk Valley Living magazine.  That deadline is looming, but I should meet it.  And now I am drinking green tea with lemon and honey (just for another bit of breaking news).

Is it Scattered?  Is it Lame?  I don’t care.  It is a blog post.  I’m hitting Publish.  I hope to see you all on Wrist to Forehead Sunday.

 

Too Tired to Toot

I thought this morning that I would not make a Tired Tuesday post today. For one reason, I went back on eight-hour days.  I got up almost an hour and a half later than usual. Yes!  It put me in quite a jaunty mood as I went into work this morning.  I even thought I might go back to a seldom-used feature I have and make a Toot My Horn Tuesday post. As it happens, however, I am getting tired and I have very little horn to toot.

No matter.  One must make a blog post (one being me, of course; I realize other ones do not feel this compulsion).  I just made myself a salad, so could I make a Tasty Tuesday post?  Unfortunately I am quite disappointed in my salad.  I did not have any macaroni to make a macaroni salad with, as I had intended.  Still, the salad I did make was healthy and perhaps lighter in calories than the mayonnaise-drenched vision I originally cherished.  And I ought to feel pleased with myself that I did make a salad.  Ooh, could that be a reason to toot my horn?  Hmmmm…. just not feeling it.

I spent a great deal of today being happy that it is a mere four day week for me.  I looked at the calendar and saw that I have only three five-day weeks before my next long weekend (I’m using vacation days for that one).  These are the things that make me happy.

What else will make me happy?  Writing a better blog post!  Alas, I spent my breaks at work studying my lines for my upcoming dramatic role.  I’ll see if I can’t come up with something better for tomorrow.  Happy Tuesday, everyone.

 

Can I Help It If They Loved Me?

I was going to say to my husband Steven, “This is another fine mess you’ve gotten me into!” but I feel certain he will deny responsibility.  Well, there is no sense in placing blame.  One must deal with the situation at hand.  Anyways, we probably all saw it coming.  Really, did anybody believe that headline “I An NOT Going to Audition!“? I felt sure at the time nobody did.

All this by way of introduction to the fact that I have accepted a part in Splitting Issues at Ilion Little Theatre.  The play consists of nine short sketches.  Steven and I will appear in the last one.  It is the scene we read part of for auditions.  Yes, yes, I said I was not going to audition, will you stop throwing that up at me?  I truly did not mean to.  I was merely reading the scene with Steven to help him audition.  Can I help it if the directors loved me?

Perhaps “love” is too strong a word.  Still, they asked me to take the part in the most flattering terms imaginable (well, maybe you could imagine more flattering terms) (you know who you are).  I don’t know why they thought they had to butter me up.  I am a well-known theatre junky and usually one has only to ask.  Or even hint.  Vaguely

Still, I did hesitate before I said yes.  I need to take some time for my writing!  Could this be my subconscious fearing I am really not that good of a writer so let’s not put it to the test?  SAY IT AIN’T SO!!!  What an unflattering thought. I suppose there is only one way to refute it, and I don’t need you guys to tell me what it is! (Again, you know who you are.)  Unfortunately, I cannot put this foolproof plan for refutation in effect tonight or tomorrow.  I have rehearsal and performance for the last play I was (am) in.

Do you suppose I am suffering from a serious addiction?