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It Was Not a Cheesy Play

The reason I went to Little Falls, NY at 9:30 yesterday morning (as referenced in my earlier post) was that I was director of Where’s the Cheese Monger? the play written by Little Falls resident Angela Harris.  Our venue was the Little Falls Community Center.

I was a little worried about getting an audience despite the crowds outside at the festival.   I suggested one of us put on the cheese hat that was part of the set and stand outside the door inviting folks in.  I was willing to do it myself, but Angela kindly did the honors.  I don’t know how effective it was, but people liked it.  Some asked for pictures.

I couldn’t resist taking a picture as well.

I am not adept at taking selfies.

After nicely posing, Angela said we must take a selfie.  Or is it an usie?  Ussie?

I was standing in the back.

The two performances went well, despite some technical glitches.  We had near Standing Room Only crowds.

Mac Blac on the job.

Our announcer Malcolm Hightower, standing.

Here is another full cast shot, including The Man with the Music, a new and welcome addition to the ensemble.

It was a fun experience with nice people, another successful theatrical production by LiFT, the Little Falls Theatre Company.

 

So Scattered I Slacked

I had a fun filled Saturday.  Late in the day, I realized I had yet to make my blog post.  Now here I am, on Sunday morning (which may or may not match my WordPress timestamp; I don’t know how to fix these things), another poat behind.  I maintain my hopes of getting caught up.  We shall see.

I did not run Saturday morning, because I had to be in Little Falls by 9:30 and I wanted to be leisurely.   I was leisurely enough to write my post cards but not leisurely enough to walk to the post office with them.  Then I had a last minute crisis and was almost late anyways.

The event bringing me to Little Falls was  Where’s the Cheese Monger? the play by Angela Harris which enlivened the Little Falls Cheese Festival. During these two events, I also visited Meeples Mug House to enjoy a cool beverage.

Returning to Herkimer, I had a great meal and a few laughs with friends at Salvatore’s.  Then it was back home for the movie watching portion of the evening.  We enjoyed Straitjacket and The Lost Boys.  I was in the mood for scary movies.

I think it was in between movies that I remembered my blog post, alas, only briefly.  But here is my Saturday post only a day late.  I fully intend to make my Sunday post TODAY.  Ooh, maybe I could make an unprecedented third post and be on my way to being caught up at last. It could happen.

 

Cheesy Post about the Cheese Play

I love all things cheesy.   Cheesy movies, cheesy pick-up lines (oh, they don’t work on me, but they crack me up), and, yes, cheese.  All right, I don’t really love cheesy pick up lines, I just couldn’t think of another cheesy thing and I wanted to list three.  What do you want from me on Lame Post Friday?

My main purpose today is to plug LiFT, Little Falls Theatre Company’s performance of Where’s the Cheese Monger?  It is an old timely radio play written by Little Falls resident Angela Harris.  Two performances are offered, 11 a.m. and 1:30 p.m., in the Little Falls Community Center, 534 E. Main St.  Admission is free with seating on a first come, first served basis.

The play is part of the Little Falls Cheese Festival,  which runs from 10 a.m. to 5 p.m. on Main Street.  Area cheese producers and others will offer samples and sales.  Musicians will also perform.  I have attended in past years, and it is quite fun.

Not the current cast.

I thought I would throw in a picture to pep things up.   This is the cast from last year’s cheese play, Where’s the Cheesecake?  I played a small but pivotal role.  This year I am directing.

Both of these ladies reprise their iconic roles.

Our talented playwright and previous director.

I add a couple more pictures from last year, just for good measure.  I’ll try to take some pictures tomorrow.  In the meantime,  Happy Friday!

 

Love Those Posers!

I had a great time last night having a delicious dinner with good friends and listening to a great band.  The dinner was at The Brass Tack in Frankfort, NY and the band was The Posers.  Today’s post is going to be mostly the pictures I took.

I think I needed a bigger flash.

Normally I would be boogying down to the sound,  but there didn’t seem to be a whole lot of space on the patio. I ventured out to take a few pictures, though, and danced my way back to our table.

I got a couple shots of the band, but they didn’t turn out so good, because of them being backlit.  Everybody was having a great time.  I took a few crowd shots, which people seemed delighted to have me do.

Nobody seemed to mind the heat and humidity.

One of the friendlier tables.

We sat inside, in the air conditioning.

Jim, Kelly and Phyllis.

Steve and Jim.

We drank good wine, ate yummy food, heard great music, and had a lot of laughs.  I think I need more dinners with friends in my life!

The Brass Tack is located at 458 Acme Rd., Frankfort,  NY, 13340.  Phone number is 315-894-7996.

 

Pre Posers Post

I was going to wait till I got home to write about The Posers, our favorite local band.  Then I thought of how tired I might be and then I will be six (I really feel I have lost count) posts behind. This way, I don’t make things any worse, and if I do make another post later, I come out ahead.  I won’t get our hopes up about that, though (yeah, right, like anybody HOPES to read more than one Mohawk Valley Girl post in a day!).

Where was I?  Ah, yes, waiting with some impatience to go to The Brass Tack in Frankfort,  NY to hear an awesome band.  To make things even better, we are meeting our friends Phyllis, Jim and Kelly. I LOVE getting together with friends!

I have never been to the Brass Tack but have long wanted to.  It is a very popular spot, so I expect to be quite delighted. The lady that took my reservations was very friendly, so that bodes well.  I hope to do another post about the dinner.

I further hope to make a post about the band.  They play all this great music from the ’80’s and always seem to have such a fun time doing it.  We usually dance our butts off (and I have a lot of butt to dance off!).

So perhaps this has been a dull post about how I am soon to have a wonderful time.  Sorry about that.  I’ll go for a more exciting post later.

 

Sweat Gets In Your Eyes

You know, like that blues song, “Smoke Gets In Your Eyes”?  I often think of that when I run so decided to use it as a title for today’s Running Commentary post.

I ran five days in a row then took yesterday off. I was disinclined to run this morning but knew it would be a good idea.  For one reason,  my depression has been kicking my butt lately.  I just feel so sad and down!  Of course, there are many reasons for sadness, in the world and in my life, but sometimes what I feel is is out of proportion.  But one must not give way to despair.  Exercise is a potent antidepressant.  I got myself ready and went.

One way I got myself out the door was to plan a short, easy run.  Not very far, not very fast, I thought.  This would be great.

And it wasn’t bad.  My legs are getting into pretty good shape; they pump right along with few or no complaints.   I stuck to my plan for a 25 minute run, although I actually ran for 26.  Bonus points!  My mood was at its best when I paused to pet a nice dog.

As I walked my cool-down,  a lady came up behind me, walking at a brisk pace, obviously for exercise.  I got out of the way.

“You’re faster than me,” I said.  “I ran, this is my cool-down.”

When she said she didn’t run, I remarked that she was obviously doing something right, because she looked terrific.  She returned the compliment but went on to say she didn’t believe in running.

“It’s bad for your feet, your knees and your back.”

“I know,” I said, “but I love it.”

She said she didn’t understand that at all but told me to keep up the good work.

“You too,” I said, as she handily out-paced me.  I continued my cool-down walk,  blinking against the sweat in my eyes.

The run did improve my mood, as does getting a blog post published this early in the day.  Will I publish again and be one less post behind?  A little uncertainty adds interest to my day.

 

Still Behind, But There Are Vampires

I think I am four posts behind now.  I was two behind for so long I can’t remember when I missed them (I actually think I went to one post behind then back to two a couple of times, but that’s neither here nor there) (I LOVE that expression “neither here nor there”), then I missed July 4th and Sunday, because the Martha Canfield Library was closed and I couldn’t get anywhere with free Wi-Fi.  I tried the library parking lot, which worked before, but no luck this time.

Anyways, those are my blogging and computer woes for the moment.  Further updates as events warrant.

We are home from our sojourn in Vermont, and I am tired.  However, I do not care to be five posts behind.  It is high time I went back to no posts behind.  Unfortunately,  that is not going to happen today.  The best I can do today is throw up a few monster pictures.  At least it will cheer me up.

Who doesn’t love William Castle?

These are not exactly monsters, but I just love this shot of William Castle directing the supposed ghost in House on Haunted Hill (1959).

“Did somebody ask for a monster?”

Here is my favorite guy, Nosferatu.  As I often ask, who could be uncheered by a vampire?

And then there are even cheerier vampires.

I close with a little cuteness, and as usual hope for a better day tomorrow.   As always thank you for tuning in.

 

Running Update

It’s a Saturday Running Commentary!  You knew I couldn’t spend all my time whining about the difficulty of making posts.  A great deal of my time, but surely not ALL of my time (and you KNOW I feel free to call you Shirley!).  Do you get the feeling I am in a better mood today?  Maybe a little.

I have been running every day since Wednesday.  None of the runs has been especially long, but I have gone a little longer each day.  And I’ve been running a few hills.  I feel I am maintaining and look forward to improvement at a later date.

Hmm… now that I am sitting here typing (on a real computer at Martha Canfield Library, so there’s that), I find myself disinclined to give an actual blow by blow of today’s run, or indeed any of my last four runs.  How about a highlights reel?  Or perhaps just a few thoughts that have, you should pardon the expression, run across my mind lately.

When I run at home, I have been getting up, having coffee, and talking myself into running.  In Vermont, I have been getting out of bed and onto the road.  That is actually the way I used to do it on the weekends, get out there before I well knew what I was doing and could change my mind.  In the past couple of months, however, I have been waking up with my mind pretty much made up NOT to run.  I need that boost of caffeine to get me going.

During the past few days, I have discovered that in fact I do not need the caffeine before the run, and that cup of coffee tastes pretty darn good after a shower.  It’s nice to know I can do things differently and still meet with success.  At least, some might think I could meet with even greater success, say by running faster and further, but I say, one does what one can at the time.  When I was running on Thursday, I reflected that I truly run for myself.  I go the pace I want, I go how far I want.  I don’t have to worry about meeting any standards, and I don’t.  It’s nice.

OK, go ahead and start the lecture about how we set goals for ourselves, push ourselves to do better than we think we can, and meeting standards is an intelligent way to go about things.  Full disclosure:  I will probably not pay much attention, and I will certainly not change the way I run.  I am enjoying it.

 

I’ll Never Go from Lame to Riches

As I headed towards the library, I congratulated myself on having the oomph to get here and make a blog post, so my tally (by my admittedly questionable calculations) stands at three posts behind, not four (no promises about tomorrow).  Then I stopped congratulating myself and remembered I probably would not be able to think of anything worthwhile to publish.  I came to my own rescue by further remembering that it is Lame Post Friday.  All I have to do is hit Publish, maybe first making with a couple random observations and some half-baked philosophy.

One note, and this veers into the half-baked philosophy category:  while I was congratulating myself, I did NOT attempt to pat myself on the back.  That’s a good way to dislocate your arm.  I’ll be honest, I was not really congratulatory; I was feeling mildly pleased with myself.  Since I have been spending a good portion of my time lately feeling stupid and/or useless, mildly pleased is nice.  I rather enjoyed it while it lasted.

I intend to put my feet up later, deserved or not.

I thought I would throw in a picture to pep things up.  I was looking for these sandals to wear to the library, and I could not find them.  Under the heading Reasons Not To Feel Pleased With Myself.  I fortunately had another pair of sandals to wear, since earlier I was wearing a new pair of shoes that made angry red marks on my heels.  And that is my sandal story for the day.

“And what about YOU?” in an accusatory tone of voice.

Here is a random picture from my Media Library.  I find it amusing.  It is my friends Margaret, Kim and me rehearsing for a murder mystery.  I would like to do another murder mystery soon.  We shall see.

Ain’t they pretty?

I wanted to include three pictures, so I close with this shot of our Black-Eyed Susans from last year.  This year we have a lot of greenery but no blooms so far.  With my garden as with my blog, I always hope for improvement.

 

Please Excuse Mohawk Valley Girl…

Is this great or what?  I am typing in my blog post on an honest to goodness computer.  I am at the Martha Canfield Library in Arlington, VT.  Oh dear, any nefarious persons reading this, do not bother going to rob my house; it has NOT been left unoccupied.  Moreover, there is nothing there worth stealing.  However, if you do not believe me and try, please tidy up while you are there, because I left a mess.  My one regret is that I did not bring my reading glasses and must tilt my head at an uncomfortable angle.  How silly of me.

My other discomfort is that these keys I am typing on are not silent.  I can hear myself thump-thump-thumping on them and can only hope it does not bother any other library patrons.  At least, I don’t know if there are any other library patrons.  The parking lot was empty when I pulled in, causing me to fear the library was not open.  However, I could possibly bother the nice lady behind the desk.

Yes, this is a Wuss-out Wednesday post, which may only be enjoyed by myself, and in fact I am enjoying the ten-fingered typing so painstakingly acquired the summer before 10th grade.  It is quite my favorite skill.  What I really need to let readers know is that due to my being out of town, visiting family for a sad reason, I may not be able to post every day, for the next few.  I know, I know, I should have planned ahead, maybe had a few posts waiting in the wings.  I think we all know, I don’t work that way, more shame to me.

In any case, if and when I can get back on a library or other computer, I make a note to myself: do not forget reading glasses.  My neck does not like all this head tilting!