I just remembered that I was going to do a Pre-Rehearsal Post today. However, I do not think I can manage to make a blog post and get ready for rehearsal. How ready do I have to be, you may ask. Well, I think I should at least wear something other than the old lady cotton shift I put on after my shower. I don’t know if “shift” is the right word. It is not quite a dress nor a nightie nor even a robe. I shall not enlighten you with a selfie.
That paragraph certainly told you a lot about the play I’m in.
This picture showed up in my Facebook Memories, and I said, “Hey, why was that never in my blog?” My late husband, Steven, had shared it, tagging me. I do not know where he got it. Anybody who read yesterday’s post may recall that the play shown was The Tempest, presented by LiFT, Little Falls Theatre Company in the summer of 2017.
That was as far as I got pre-rehearsal. Before rehearsal actually started, I got a migraine. My director told me to go home, a direction I gratefully followed.
In future posts I hope to tell more about rehearsals, taking a few pictures with my Tablet (although I fear I will never be in such a dramatic costume as pictured above). For now, at least I have made a post, and (knock wood) my migraine seems to be in abeyance.




















