I had meant to avoid Wrist to Forehead Sunday, but, well, that is not going to happen. What did I expect on the Sunday of production week for Leading Ladies (you know, my play at Ilion Little Theatre? Surely I have mentioned it) (and I’ll call you Shirley if I feel like it; I’m sure you’ve been called worse).
Where was I? Ah yes, pausing in a dramatic pose as I make my blog post. Today is my last chance to take a deep breath for the foreseeable future. I have not even been able to spend the whole day breathing, either. I had to paint the floor of the stage, do grocery shopping, make a salad for my lunch for the coming week (there IS still a chance I could fit into that little purple dress on Friday), do laundry (oh yeah, I still have to get it in off the clothesline, but I am SO grateful for the sunny day), oh, and some other things I probably will not get to. Don’t judge. On the other hand, go ahead and judge if you want to. I don’t have time to worry about who might be judging me.
Painting the stage was not the onerous chore I had feared. I don’t think I did as good a job as others have done, but one cannot always have perfection. An awesome member of my awesome cast finished the garden mural that really deserves to have a more prominent place on the set. Really, if I can learn how to post a photo, this will deserve such a thing. However, I shall not post the photo now. COME AND SEE THE PLAY!!!
So this is my Wrist to Forehead Sunday post. We’ll see what I can come up with for blog posts in the coming week. In between trying to remember to breath.
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