I am beginning to think I need a different feature to replace Wrist to Forehead Sunday. Lately I do not possess the requisite oomph to swoon, dramatically posed with the back of one wrist to my forehead, on a handy chaise lounge or elsewhere. I know some of you are asking, how much energy does it take to swoon? Very little, I confess, for an ordinary swoon. But for a Wrist to Forehead Sunday swoon, I need to be dramatic! Surely you understand (it seemed a good moment to call you Shirley).
I throw in a picture from my Media Library to pep things up. It is from Mad Love, a delightfully creepy movie. I am ready to start watching Halloween movies. I do not have Mad Love on DVD, but I think it is still on my DVR from when I recorded it off TCM.
Here is the picture I was looking for when I found that one of the swoon. I am the one in blue, wrist to forehead, sobbing, “Oh shame! Oh degradation!” It was in Dirty Work at the Crossroads, a,1890’s melodrama directed by my husband, Steven, at Ilion Little Theatre in 2013. It was a fun scene to play, but it took a lot more energy than I seem to have these days.
So basically I need something for Sunday similar to Tired Tuesday, only I can’t think of anything alternative. I do like alliteration. Then I ask myself, what is my problem that I have to have so many days when I can’t seem to make a decent blog post. What’s that all about, me?
In the meantime, it seems I have blathered on for almost 300 words (isn’t “blathered” a word? my autocorrect wants to change it to “slathered”). I say that is not bad. I’ll work on making a better blog post tomorrow.
I did Dirty Work way back in my Stockton State College days. The Dance Department did “Intermezzos” between the acts. We were the Flora Dora Girls. There are still some pics of that floating around on FB. LOL
Fun! I enjoyed it and would love to do another melodrama.