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Not Necessarily a Dramatic Post

I went running this morning, thinking I could do a Sunday Running Commentary.  It did not go well.  I went for a walk with my husband a little while ago, thinking I could do a Pedestrian Post.  It was a lovely walk, but that’s about all I can say about it.  Next time I’ll go when it isn’t so close to sundown, bring my tablet along, and get some pictures.  That’s always fun.  Well, this cannot be the day I do not make a blog post.  This is a daily blog, dammit, and I post daily.

Oh dear, that is quite the wrong attitude for Wrist to Forehead Sunday.  I must be pose dramatically, about to swoon, and moan, “The blog must go on!”

This is not me, but I have been known to get this dramatic for the flimsiest of reasons.

I just spent an inordinate amount of time searching for a photo I could use for illustration.  This is not quite what I wanted, but I think it will do.  It is from The Great American Melodrama.  I found it in a group of public photos after searching Facebook for “melodramatic poses.”  I was in a melodrama once and enjoyed it quite a bit.  My husband directed.

I’m the one in the fur.

Here is one of me in a melodrama: Dirty Work at the Crossroads at Ilion Little Theatre, back in 2013, if I remember correctly (don’t expect me to look it up on Wrist to Forehead Sunday).  This is not my most dramatic scene, but apparently nobody photographed that one.  I actually did put my wrist to my forehead to declaim, “Oh shame! Oh degradation!”  It was one of my favorite moments on stage ever.

Well, what a silly post this is turning out to be.  I’ve blathered on for some 300 words, shared a couple of pictures, and not said a whole heck of a lot.  Well, what can you do on a Sunday?  I’ll try to do something better that I can write about tomorrow.  In the meantime, I hope you are enjoying the end of your weekend.  I am

 

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Break a Lame?

On the brighter side, I found my shoes, along with a few other things I’d been missing.

On the darker side (not that I ever actually crossed over to The Dark Side, but that’s a whole other reference), this is going to be another foolish post, even for Lame Post Friday.  I can’t help myself!  I have a play tonight and I am flustered!!! (Yes, it needs all three exclamation points, Punctuation Police.)

One problem is I ate something too large for dinner and I am sick to my stomach.  It tasted good going down, but now its just sitting there, tormenting me.  Oh well, it should digest by curtain time.

Another problem, incidentally, is that there is no curtain.  And I don’t need to know my lines.  Strike Story is the reader’s theatre piece beautifully researched and written by Angela Harris about the textile mills strike in Little Falls in 1912.  There is no curtain because we are not doing it on a stage but in a banquet room in the Travelodge Inn and Suites in Little Falls.  I do so appreciate hiding behind a curtain when I am not actually on stage.  The entire cast is on stage for the entire show.  That makes it a fun and interesting acting challenge, because we get to react to everything that is going on.  But there is also no break and chance to hide.  Yes, I am this weird combination of great big ham and little bitty scaredy cat (not too little, but let’s not get into my dieting woes right now).

What I was saying to a friend at work is, this is an important show.  It is important to the writer, director and cast.  It has historical significance.  It is an honor to be in such a play, and it is a responsibility.  In other plays, if I screw up, I fix it as best I can, and I will probably laugh about it, either as it’s happening or later.  There is every chance the audience will laugh, too.  Of course, I always strive to NOT screw up.  It just seems especially important this time.

So this is my foolish blog post dithering about my pre-show jitters.  I have been going over my lines and thinking about my character all day.  And, as I mentioned earlier, I found the shoes I wanted to wear.  I wore a different pair for dress rehearsal, and they were all right, but the pair I found is better, yes!  I am now perfectly well prepared to break a leg.

 

What’s the Story?

This is another pre-rehearsal hasty post (which is not the same thing as hasty pudding) (which I have no idea what that is anyways but thought I would throw it in there).  Will I ever take a break from doing plays and rushing off to rehearsal?  Yes, after this one.

And I really wanted to write a good blog post about it, telling a little about the play, its history, the Little Falls history it is based on, the event of its revival, the special guest involved…

And my brain has turned to mush!  The best I can do, it seems, is to tell you the where, when, etc., and link back to the Facebook event.

The play is Strike Story, by Little Falls resident Angela Harris, directed by Matthew Powers, and presented by LiFT Theatre Company.  The performance is 7 p.m. Friday, Oct. 27, at the Travel Lodge Inn and Suites, 20 Albany St., Little Falls, NY.  Tickets are $5.  Guests are invited to arrive early as a cash bar will be available (I’ve been told that my character would NOT enter carrying a gin martini, dammit!).  I have linked to the Facebook event on the word event, above.

And this is my Tired Tuesday post.  I have to take my shower, finish getting my costume together, and get on the road.  I hope to see you all tomorrow, when it will probably be Wuss-out Wednesday.

 

Wrist to Mystery

They all look pretty suspicious to me.

I am having another Wrist to Forehead Sunday, but I thought I could liven it up a little with a few pictures from last night’s dinner theatre, A G.R.A.V.E. Murder, which was presented as a benefit for the Herkimer County Historical Society.  It was a great success.  The audience was pleased, the Historical Society people were pleased, the actors were pleased, and I was VERY pleased.  And a little relieved that it’s over, but you’ll have that.  The above is a full cast photo, taken after the performance.

Yes, he’s a cutie.

Speaking of being pleased, I was more than pleased that my wonderful husband, Steven, could be part of the cast.  He is such a good actor and so fun to work with.  The other cast members were also excellent to act with.  A delightful time was had by all.

The hottie in the little black dress is up to no good.

 

These two definitely do not trust each other.

 

Here we are waiting while dinner is being served, a pause in the dastardly doings.

There is one more photo I downloaded from the ones the Historical Society took, but my computer is not allowing me to download it and I say, to hell with it. It is Wrist to Forehead Sunday.  I have monster movies to watch.  I hope you will all tune in again tomorrow on Mental Meanderings Monday.

 

Busy Saturday, Lousy Post

What a day, what a day!  I felt too tired and out of it to make my blog post earlier; why, for heavens’ sake, did I think it would be any easier now?  However, it is now 9 p.m. on Saturday night and I must post or not, and I choose post.

This morning I ran in the East Herkimer Fire Department 5K.  It was fun!  I did not run very fast, but I ran the whole distance and finished in as close as I get to a sprint.  I meant to write a whole blog post about it, but you know how it is.  You get home, shower, eat something, get absorbed in doing other stuff…  Long story, not very interesting, I did not write the post.

Tonight, we put on A G.R.A.V.E. Murder, the interactive murder mystery dinner theatre which benefited the Herkimer County Historical Society.  It was fun!  The audience loved us!  I could write a whole blog post about it, but, what a surprise, I’m tired.  I am dressed in comfy clothes, lounged on the couch with the television on.  I want to watch it and crochet.

And here we come to my main problem in my life as a blogger (oh yeah, like blogging is my life; I assure you, it is not):  when I am doing lots of good stuff to blog about, I am too tired and busy to write the damn post.  Oh well, shit, as they say, happens.  I’ll try for a better post tomorrow.  Happy Saturday, everyone.

 

Run Before G.R.A.V.E.

Good things happen all at once.  Just when this blog ought to become All G.R.A.V.E. All The Time, I find it also must become All Fireman 5K All The Time.  Yes, this Saturday, Oct. 14 I shall run a 5K in the morning and act in a murder mystery in the evening.  I know, that’s not a huge lot on my plate (I know YOU probably do more before breakfast) (you know who you are), but you know how easily I get flustered.  I just got back from running and must study my lines for tonight’s rehearsal.  However, I shall first attempt a Running Commentary post in order to avoid Wrist to Forehead Sunday later.

It was pouring rain when we got up this morning.  I was guiltily happy to postpone my run.  I even wondered if the rain would keep up enough to make an indoor run on the mini-tramp eligible.  For one reason, I never finished watching the John Barrymore silent of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde that I started watching the last time I ran on the mini-tramp.  However, the rain soon stopped.  When I stepped out on the front porch to get the newspaper, I noticed how muggy it was. Yikes!  I hate a muggy run, and it’s October, for heavens’ sake!  However, after Steven left for work shortly before nine, I suppressed my feelings of ill-usage and got into running clothes.

I sought out the loosest shirt I could find, which was a large, low-cut, sleeveless t-shirt I wear when I go swimming (for a bathing suit, I wear spandex shorts, a sports bra, and that shirt to cover my fat gut).  My sports bras showed, so I made sure I wore colors that didn’t clash with light pink: hot pink and grey.  I know I will never look like anything but a plodding, overweight middle-aged lady when I run, but at least my colors are coordinated.  I further decided to run with a bottle of water in my hand.  I felt desperately thirsty by the end of yesterday’s run.  Also, I planned to run to Herkimer College, which would bring me right near the spring, for a re-fill.

Oh, it was warm and muggy.  There were puddles to dodge around.  I had taken the precaution of wearing an older pair of running shoes, so that was all right.  Still, I don’t need all that dirty water splashing up my legs, so I dodged.  I felt tired and ploddy, so I decided to run up to the college the back way.  It is longer but less steep.  Also, it is in a wooded area, so there might be shade.  I treasure shade.  By the way, I do not care if ploddy is a word or not, it is how I felt.

As I approached the road I wanted, I noticed a new sign saying “Do Not Enter.”  Score!  I could feel like a rebel! The little sign below said, “Authorized vehicles only,”  so I figured it was only closed to vehicular traffic. I thought they would not object to a ploddy, overweight, middle-aged lady, especially on a Sunday.  As I plodded up the road, moving just fast enough that I could pretend to myself it was a run, I saw they are doing work on it.  I made a note to myself to keep running this way on occasion, so I can mark their progress.

My body was not loving this run.  However, one must persevere, especially when one has a 5K to run in less than a week (yikes!).  Actually, you can ignore that parenthetical comment;  I have no reason to “yike,”  I am in plenty good shape for a 5K.  I don’t expect to get a good time, but I feel sure I will have a good time, if you see what I mean.  As I often observe, one must push through the bad runs to get to the good ones. This run was not horrible, at least, not yet.  I continued on up Reservoir Road, which is uphill but more of a gentle slope.  I still struggled a little, but you’ll have that.  Finally I was crossing over and starting on my way down.

And that was when it got horrible.  The sun had come out and was reflecting off the wet pavement like a wide, bright beam of headache.  If I had been wearing my polarized sunglasses and wearing a hat with a brim, I’d have been fine.  As it was, yikes (here I have good reason to  “yike”)!  Still, I didn’t see anything I could do but keep going and hope for a cloud.  Twice I was able to in the grass and take advantage of the shade offered by a row of trees.  Ah, I love to go off-road on occasion (I know some people mean something different than that, and I like those runs too).  At last I got to Lou Ambers Drive, where the trees offered some shade.

Of course the shade did not last.  However, a handy cloud gave some temporary relief, and as always, I tried to count my blessings.  Another blessing is the wide shoulder on that road, because a couple of cars were coming up it.  This is why I like to run on sidewalks when possible.  Occasionally the wind would pick up, and that was another blessing.  It was not enough to dry my sweat, but I was sweating profusely.  Sorry if that gives you an unfortunate mental image (but not real sorry).

I ran for 44 minutes, which was last week’s time.  Normally I try to up it by 10 percent each week, but today I must recruit my energies for this afternoon’s G.R.A.V.E. rehearsal.  Additionally, it should take me less than 44 minutes to run the 5K, so I can feel confident about that.  If the headache the bright sun gave me goes away (can’t say the sun never gave me nuthin’), my life will be perfect.

For more information about the East Herkimer Fire Department 5K, visit their Facebook page.  For more information on A GR.A.V.E. Murder, visit its Facebook event.  And Happy Sunday, everyone.

 

On to the Play!

OK, this is going to be a fast post, but that’s OK, because it’s Lame Post Friday.  I am typing hurriedly, because Steven and I plan to go to the theatre tonight (you can pronounce it “thee-ah-tah” if you want to be la-di-dah about it).

This is way easier than typing in all that information.

We did not audition for this production, because our murder mystery for the Herkimer County Historical Society (which I believe I have mentioned once or twice) is Oct. 14.  Alas!  Then again, there is no guarantee we would have gotten cast.  I understand the cast is excellent (and some of them read my blog sometimes).

I stole this photo from the director’s Facebook page, but then, so did a number of cast members.

I believe this is a photo from dress rehearsal.  That’s a pretty impressive set as well.  The next play I want to direct has nothing but a bunch of black curtains hanging down.  If I ever do direct that one, I will even need help stapling the black cloth to the ceiling, but we’re not talking about me (for once).

This play, in case you missed it in the first graphic, is at Ilion Little Theatre, one of the most distinctive theatre buildings I have ever seen.

I stole this one from Ilion Little Theatre Club’s Facebook page.

For more information, check out Ilion Little Theatre’s website at http://www.ilionlittletheatre.org/.