Wrist to Forehead Sick Day

I am sorry if it is tiresome to hear a grown blogger continue to moan and groan about a sinus condition.  Here I am, moaning and groaning away.  And just barely trying to make a blog post.  This will never do.  Maybe I can pep up the post and myself with a few pictures.

“Oh woe is me!”

Here is our skeleton Bonita, in a true wrist to forehead pose.  I don’t know what a skeleton has to get so dramatic about, but then, she may have all sorts of worries to which I am not privy.  I try to give my toys their privacy.

“Oh shame! Oh degradation!”

And here I am, with my wrist to my forehead in a wonderfully dramatic moment from Dirty Work at the Crossroads, an 1890’s melodrama my talented husband Steven directed at Ilion Little Theatre.  Goodness, was it almost seven years ago?  How the time flies.

Threaten me with an axe, will ya?

I was looking for Joan Crawford with an axe, because I have a splitting headache, but I came across this axe pic first (see what I did there?  axe pic, like pick axe?  well, I thought it was funny). This is me and a few others in Roxy, a play about a local historical murder.  For those of you who don’t know, that is my husband (in the play, obviously it’s not Steven) threatening me with the axe, but he is the one that ends up getting chopped.  Good memories.

I will be happy when this sinus infection is just a distant memory.  In the meantime,  I’ll try to make a better blog post tomorrow.

 

Shakespeare to Svengoolie to Julie

The Blogger’s Sick Days continue, but there is light at the end of the tunnel, although there is always the possibility that it is an oncoming train.  Be that as it may, I am sitting on my couch, watching a DVR’d episode of Svengoolie and hoping to make some semblance of a blog post.

Svengoolie is showing Creature of the Black Lagoon.

I have been feeling marginally better.  Whereas on Friday, my head was in pain, today it was more lightheaded.  Comforting myself with the fact that having been on antibiotics for at least 24 hours I was not contagious (although I believe sinus infections are not contagious to begin with),  I went to the second session of Brainstorming the Bard at Meeples Mug House in Little Falls.

We made a little more progress in our quest to bring Shakespeare back to Little Falls this summer.  I shall blog more about that later (ooh, here’s a Freudian typo: I first typed “bore” instead of “more”).

In the meantime,  how about a couple more pictures of the Creature?  I just love a good monster movie.

“You look a little different from your match.com picture.”

Julie Adams certainly was a lovely young lady.  She was so gracious to fans of this movie all her life.  I was very sad to hear when she passed away fairly recently.

And here she is in later years, still lovely and gracious.

I’m afraid this is not a particularly Scattered Saturday post.  Then again, my health, Shakespeare,  Svengoolie,  Julie Adams.  It will have to do.  Happy Saturday,  everyone!

 

Stay Hydrated, and Get Plenty of Lame

I spent today home from work, trying to nurse my sick self while waiting for the antibiotics to kick in.  Now it is time I made my Friday Lame Post,  and I ain’t got much, brain or otherwise.  Perhaps I can share a few Friday-ish pictures.  Might be lame, but that’s OK, considering the day.

A bartender whose name escapes me and my husband Steven.

What could be more Friday-ish than happy hour?  This picture was probably not taken on a Friday, but we can pretend it was.  It is the Waterfront Grille in Herkimer,  a classy place to imbibe and dine.  Of course, I was going nowhere tonight,  but I can dream of future, un-sick Fridays.

Smiling at the speakeasy!

This is me and realtor Jay Groah, one of the real movers and shakers in the greater Utica area.  We are at Ritz and Ragtime Gala, a fundraiser for the Landmarks Society of Greater Utica.  I loved my dress, although my wig left something to be desired.  I thought I was pretty clever to say my headband was more That Girl than It Girl.

I love this picture.

OK, this picture really was taken on a Friday night.  It was Fabulous and Fatal, the murder mystery we did for the Herkimer County Historical Society at the Travel Lodge in Little Falls.

At the end of the last paragraph, I was at 222 words, one of my favorite numbers.  And now I am over it.  How lame of me, but what did you expect?

 

Non Sequitur Sick Day

Well, today I finally admitted defeat. I was trying valiantly to making it through the day on sheer stubbornness when a co-worker handed me a note he wrote:

Oh dear, I made it sideways. Well, I am sick after all.

I worked a while longer while I pondered the good advice, then I said Oh Hell, and told the boss I wanted to go to Urgent Care.  A new Primary Urgent Care opened in Herkimer recently, so that was a selling point.

So now I am home, taking medication (I won’t go into details, because that would be tiresome, and, you know, HIPAA).  I will stay home from work tomorrow, too, so I have great hopes of feeling well enough to attend Brainstorming the Bard at Meeples Mug House in Little Falls on Saturday.

I don’t think I’ve shared this one in 2020.

Ooh, look, now it’s a Throwback Thursday post.  This is from Much Ado About Nothing, my first Shakespeare play with LiFT,  Little Falls Theatre Company.

Oh dear, the meds are not the miracle I was hoping for.  I guess I’ll just call this a Non-Sequitur Thursday post and drive on.  Maybe one more picture to get me over 200 words.

“I don’t always wear pumpkin pants, but when I do it’s for LiFT.”

 

Not Too Crappy to Contemplate Murder

I feel less crappy than yesterday!

But crappier than tomorrow!

You know,  to the tune of “I love you more today than yesterday.”   I didn’t know that was a song for the longest time.  I noticed that lots of people (girls, mostly) (not to buy into gender based stereotypes, but such was my observation) would use it in the Valentine messages you could put in the newspaper.  Imagine my surprise to learn they were quoting a song.

Be that as it may, my aching head is saying, “I can’t write a blog post!”  Yes, in a pathetic, whiny voice.  I am sufficiently disgusted with myself.  And I know for a fact that it isn’t so.  I just kind of sort of wrote something.  I could probably share it here.  For one reason, it would up my word count.

You see, our friends at the Herkimer County Historical Society asked us (meaning me and my murderous actor friends) to revive a murder mystery we did some time ago at the Herkimer Elms Lodge.  I think Caryl referred to it as “the one with Tucker and the bugs.”  Kind of sounds like an episode of Friends, doesn’t it?  Today she messaged me asking for a few specifics for their newsletter.

First I had to find the script, which I had unaccountably not saved in the same place as the other murder mysteries in my laptop.  It too some clicking, but eventually I located it.  Luckily I had already been thinking about some modifications to make the script more suitable for the historical society.  Here is what I managed to send to Caryl:

Eric O’Chevsky, who describes himself as an organizer and community builder (although some call him a shady wheeler dealer, or so I have heard), has discovered that the Herkimer County Historical Society recently received a major grant. He organized this dinner for his associates to pitch their ideas for good uses for the money. Some of their ideas may seem to have a tenuous connection to local history, but you know, people have to follow the money.

The people vying for a donation are:

Meryl Barrymore, a community theatre actress, wants to do a historical play (assuming she can find one with a glamorous enough lead). Flora Fortenza, who is something of a flower child, wants to plant lots of flowers around the Suiter House and perhaps all around the Historic Four Corners. Phoebe Larkspur wants to place bird houses all around, perhaps patterned after historic buildings. Dudley Turnbull wants to place poop bags for people walking their dogs. Isn’t that corner a popular dog walking place? Harold Greene, an environmentalist and brilliant scientist, is partnering with Dudley’s project and wants to invent a biodegradable poop bag. Renwick Spaulding is hoping to mount a display of bugs. Historic bugs of course.

The title is Donate to Murder.  It will be presented on March 27 at the Travel Lodge in Little Falls.  More information to follow!

Looks like a suspicious bunch to me!

 

 

I Think I’ll Go Back To Bed

So yesterday was a Blogger’s Sick Day.  I am afraid readers of Sunday’s post may think I was hungover, what with the picture of the lady pouring booze into a blender.  Then again, we’re not supposed to worry about what other people think of us.  Some people may think less of me for worrying that other people are thinking less of me.  Then yet again, I just imagine most people have other things to think about than me. Why would I think anybody is thinking anything about me?

This is not helping my headache.

Last night I just could not bring myself to type a word.  I did not even feel up to lying on the couch and looking at a DVR’d Dateline, even though I was interested in the case.  I felt even worse in the morning, yet dragged myself through eight hours of work.  In my defense, how can I know that I won’t feel even worse tomorrow?

OK, I am not going to make my usual quota of 200 words.  Then again, who wants to listen to me whine about how sick I feel?  I wonder what people will think about this post.  Oh yeah, probably nothing.

199 words!  This paragraph brings be over 200.  Score!

 

 

Judge Me If You Are So Inclined

TGILame Post Friday.   I am sitting on the couch in my living room, wishing for another glass of wine and wondering what I can say for this week’s Lame Friday Post.

We had a delightful evening:  wine tasting at Valley Wine and Liquor in Herkimer followed by dinner at Salvatore’s in Herkimer.  Yes, an entire Herkimer post.  Judgy types might be happy that I did not drive too far while imbibing.  Or they may judge me anyways, merely for imbibing.  I cannot control how other people judge.  I can only assure those concerned that we tasted a small amount and enjoyed only a glass or so with dinner.  Hence my desire for more wine now.

Oh dear, now I have been talking about my wine intake, and that will imply that I am taking in too much.  I have taken quizzes on “Are You an Alcoholic?” and there were questions like “Have you been upset about people asking how much you have been drinking?”  and “Have you gotten defensive about people saying you are drinking too much?”

Alas, bringing up the subject at all will make some readers believe I am quite the lush (you know who you are).  All I can say is:  For heavens’ sake, it’s Friday.  Why can’t I have a drink and talk about it in my blog post?

Ooh, look at that.  I am over 200 words.  I call that OK.  Happy Friday, to those who drink and those who do not.

 

 

Too Much Storm for Brains?

What theatre person wouldn’t want to be part of this great group?

Here is the post I meant to write yesterday about the efforts of LiFT, Little Falls Theatre Company,  to bring Shakespeare back to Little Falls and the surrounding area in 2020.  We had a brainstorming session at Meeples Mug House last Saturday.

A great place to go, even if you’re not Brainstorming the Bard.

The weather was pretty terrible last Saturday, but we made it to Little Falls and hoped others would too.  Before we met, I put a quarter into the old fashioned gumball machine they recently installed.  At least, the machine did not contain gumballs,  but it always seems wrong to me to call it a prize machine.  Do any readers know the right name for it?

Whatever you call them, they are fun.

I got a meeple!  I declared he would be the mascot for Summer Shakespeare 2020 and put him on the table we met around.  Laura,  LiFT member extraordinaire, added a candle with a picture from a previous Shakespeare production.

Can you see Sir Meeple on top?

Only a few people were present, but we talked about a lot of ideas.  My idea was to do scenes from Shakespeare rather than a full-length play.  We discussed different ideas for which scenes, how to put them together, and more stuff.

Here are the brainstormers, minus me, who was taking the picture.

Since so few people had shown up to brainstorm, we decided to have another session on Saturday, Feb. 1, at 3 p.m.  In the meantime,  I undertook to start a Facebook Group as a means to communicate with interested parties.  I rather shamefacedly admit that I just got around to doing that today.  In my defense, I wanted to come up with a catchy title.

Catchy or not, the Facebook Group is called Give Shakespeare a LiFT.   My husband Steven helped me pick from a few ideas I had.

I hope more people make it to our second brainstorming session.  I hope people contact me via the Facebook Group or another method if they are interested and cannot make it.  I hope my blog readers are interested to read about our continuing Shakespeare efforts.