I guess the entire week is late posts. Yesterday I went in search of rehearsal space for Shooting at the Grange, the murder mystery we are working on. I wanted to ask at Basloe Library, which closed at five on Thursdays, so I hustled home from work so I could get in a shower and make myself presentable, no easy task. I managed it in pretty good time, though, and was soon on my way.
It turns out the library is under construction, so my first thought of a room was unavailable. I had a very nice conversation with the lady there, though.
“The construction workers have all their stuff in there,”the lady said.
“Rats!” I said.
“I hope not rats!” she said. Good point. We chatted some more about other things as well as aboit the murder mystery. If we cannot find another space, we might be able to sit in their cafe and run lines, just keeping our voices down.
I tried the Marine Corps League in Ilion. They have big signs up, saying, “Members Only, No Exceptions,” which I found a little intimidating, but they were very nice. I have to call a guy to see if there is a room available when we need it. I thought I should buy a drink, since I had parked in a space marked “Customers Only,” but a guy was buying the house a round and included me. I thought that was very nice of him.
After I got home, I decided to walk to the Elks Lodge, which is near my house. We rehearsed there for murder mysteries that were performed there, so I thought maybe they would be so kind. It turns out they would, if the space is available. I stayed for a glass of wine there as well. The people at the Elks are very nice, too.
So when I got home, I still had to fix supper, and I was tired. I have been running around every day this week. What the hell, me? Tonight I mean to stay home and make my Friday blog post on Friday. As always, I hope you’ll stat tuned.
Just to throw in an illustration.
Mohawk Valley Girl 