I am taking a Blogger’s Sick Day. I should be at rehearsal as I type this (on the Tablet, one letter at a time with the stylus) (why do I always feel the need to say that?). I never miss rehearsal! I guess I should say almost never. Oh dear.
Why is my Tablet underlining the second “rehearsal” in the previous paragraph? Another mystery to ponder. However, I will ponder it later. Now I am going to lie down. No doubt I will feel better tomorrow.
Monday through Friday workers know: sometimes the best you can hope for on a Monday is to Just Get Through It. Workers of other schedules know that feeling applies on other days as well. Oh, I know, I have very little to complain about. Why should I let that stop me? It seems to not slow others down. Never mind, let’s just get on with the blog post.
This is our skeleton Bonita with her friend Bonaparte. She is wearing her last summer’s outfit. We have yet to dress her in this summer’s togs (Preview of Coming Attractions), but I am sure she will look equally alluring. At least Bonaparte will look equally as admiring.
I took a picture of this handsome fellow last Fourth of July, when my friend Kim and I visited our good friends Phyllis and Jim. Phyllis passed away the following August, and I still feel the shock of grief when I remember she is gone.
Having interjected that sad note into my post, I feel free to point out that sometimes, for some of us, a glass of wine is a beautiful thing. I certainly enjoyed many glasses with Phyllis.
So I guess this is my Monstrous Monday Post: a couple of skeletons and a sad note. But I also smile when I remember my friend Phyllis. That makes this a not bad Monday. Once again, I thank you for tuning in.
I thought of that title just now after I hit, “Add New.” As usual, I ain’t got much to blog about. I do not intend to let that stop me. It is, after all, Wrist to Forehead Sunday.
I drove into Rome, NY today to visit my Dad for Father’s Day. I was very grateful to be able to do so. I could write a whole blog post about how wonderful my father is, but I don’t want to make everybody else jealous. Oh, I know, lots of people have perfectly wonderful fathers too, and the people who do not would probably not feel jealous either. Yet, I will not write a paean of praise to my father but will content myself with saying that he deserves one.
Returning home, I found my husband, Steven, watching Friendly Persuasion, because he wanted to watch a movie with a good father. It is a good movie and a beautiful one. However, it makes me cry. I did not want to cry, but I daresay it was good for me.
Since the movie, we have been watching DVR’d episodes of Dateline, which gives me plenty of opportunities to say, “She totally did it!” As for me, I totally made my Sunday blog post on Sunday. I say, Score! I hope to see you all again on Monstrous Monday.
I try to make a very quick post as I watch the charge on my Tablet go ever lower. It probably will not be be a very good post, although I am not the best judge of these things. I mostly want to make an apology for not posting on Saturday (since I counted the post I made yesterday morning for Friday). We’ll call it a Slacker Saturday Post.
I only wrote post cards to my weekly regulars, nobody extra, and I wrote them later than I usually do. As a matter of fact, shortly after I made the blog post, I went back to bed and took a morning nap. I enjoyed it.
When I took my walk, it started to rain. Just a little mist, really, so I kept going. For one reason, I had to mail my post cards. My Garmin (actually a friend’s Garmin which he nicely loaned me) told me I walked a faster mile than previously, 20:53 yesterday, 23:39 last Sunday. I have to be careful about walking fast, because I easily give myself shin splints. I try to concentrate on walking heel to toe. That is what an army friend told me she did.
And that was the extent of my usefulness yesterday. Today I am getting a jump on being at least marginally more useful by putting in laundry in before getting on the Tablet. I mention it here to remind myself to put the clothes in the drier soon.
Now I see I am over 250 words. Score! Regarding the depression I mentioned yesterday, I have found that sometimes completing a blog post is also an anti-depressant.
Late Lame Post Friday posts are just going to be a thing. I offer no excuse. For one reason, all the writing advice givers say there is no excuse. Write Just Write, they say. I believe it is good advice, but like all advice, caveats apply. However, since for “caveats” some people read “excuses,” I will offer none of those either.
What will I offer? My favorite Lame Post Friday elements: random observations and half-baked philosophy! Perhaps I should go sit on my front porch so I can actually observe something other than my messy living room or the local news.
Full Disclosure: I did not observe this bush just now. I am still sitting on my couch. I don’t have shoes on, and my husband, Steve, tells me it is chilly outside. This is a picture I took of a neighbor’s lawn sometime last month. I had deleted some pictures from my Media Library in hopes of freeing enough space for an illustrated Pedestrian Post, but WordPress only allowed me to download one new picture. It was rather a sore spot for me.
Another Full Disclosure: my depression is really kicking my butt these days. I always cringe a little when I admit that. I worry that I should just suck it up and not bother others with my problems which are in fact much fewer and smaller that those suffered by others. Then again, depression is a problem for many. If anybody told me they were suffering from depression, I would not, in fact, advise them to suck it up.
Now that I think about it, I am not sure I would offer any advice at all. For one reason, any advice I might give would come with caveats, and that just seems like a lot of trouble. I will give myself a little advice, however. I advise myself to take a walk. Exercise is a potent anti-depressant. It might also make a good blog post.
I believe I have time for a quick Throwback Thursday post before I have to leave for rehearsal. My problem is, since I am about to go to rehearsal, I feel distinctly inclined to throw back to past LiFT (Little Falls Theatre Company) productions. I also feel it is too early for this blog to become All Love’s Labour’s Lost All The Time. I’m just so excited to be doing a Shakespeare play again!
Full disclosure: I may not have time to do a blog post. I keep getting distracted by the Mom re-run on TV. I’m so shallow!
At least this is not a picture I shared on the last Throwback Thursday Post. It is a rehearsal shot from The Tempest in 2017.
Another Full Disclosure: My laptop (dining-room-tabletop) is acting up. This post may be short. I am quite certain a short post is better than no post at all. For one reason, my reader has less time to get bored.
The above is from a Cheese Play by Angela Harris. Regular readers know how I love all things cheesy. Ahem, these plays are not cheesy in the same sense as the cheesy horror movies I so adore.
And here’s something weird. I am over 200 words. Good thing, because this computer is driving me batty! Thank you for tuning in, and I hope to see you all on Lame Post Friday.
Oops, I missed making my Wednesday blog post, a true Wuss-out Wednesday, I suppose. I did not have rehearsal, so naturally Steve and I went to Fratello’s Pizzeria in Frankfort, NY for music and food. Stay home and study my lines, you suggest? I can do that later. Phil Arcuri was playing!
We chatted up our favorite bartender, Toni (although we like all the bartenders), and enjoyed a shrimp basket (Steve) and a Cuban wrap (me).
I don’t have time to make a proper blog post (that is, 200 words) (by my rules for me), but for a late Wuss-out Wednesday Post, I hope this will do.
I guess I have time for a Tired Tuesday Pre-Rehearsal Post. I started to write a Pedestrian Post before work this morning but did not get very far with it. Additionally, if I want to type in something previously written, the operative thing to do is sit down at our once-laptop-now-dining-room-tabletop. It is more comfortable where I am, lounged on the couch with my Tablet, pecking in one letter at a time with the stylus. So much for my computer considerations.
I forgot to bring my script to work today so could not study my lines on breaks. I did spend some time thinking about my characters (I have two parts) and their motivations. One thing I have learned: if you concentrate on character, it is easier to remember your lines.
I learned this quite by accident back in high school. It was right before a performance, and I was nervous. I felt to look over the lines again would only make it worse, so I started telling myself everything I knew about my character. I figured if I forgot the lines, at least I could ad lib in character. It turned out, I did not have to ad lib.
I guess this makes an adequate Pre-Rehearsal Post: a theatre memory and my little tip to any reader that has to learn lines. Now I have to get ready for rehearsal. Oh, for anybody just tuning in, it is rehearsal for Love’s Labour’s Lost by William Shakespeare, to be presented by LiFT, Little Falls Theatre Company, as part of Little Falls, NY Canal Days festivities in August.
Time to make this week’s Monstrous Monday Post. I am feeling quite tired but not entirely useless. I went for a walk before work. Not a long walk nor yet a particularly brisk walk, but let us not dwell on the negatives. After work I did a load of laundry. No, I did not fold it, do I look like some kind of clean clothes maniac?
The most productive thing I did was write, type up and email an article for Mohawk Valley Living magazine. I started writing it during a break at work. Once again, I observed what I consider to be the damnedest thing: I can’t write the article, I can’t write the article, I can’t write the article, I sit down and write the article. It happens almost every month, and I can’t skip any of the “can’t write the article”s (that looks like an incorrect use of quotation marks, but it is what I mean).
I put in Nosferatu, because I remembered it is Monstrous Monday. I have shared this picture before, but for that matter, I have also written about can’t write the article etc.
I guess my ambition for Tired Tuesday is to find something new to say. However, since it will be a Pre-Rehearsal Post, no promises.
Another Sunday and once again I feel inclined to swoon, dramatically posed with the back of one wrist to my forehead, on a handy chaise lounge. Regular readers may recall that I have no such lounge. One must make do with what one has.
I have been enjoying my day, alternately sitting on the front porch and watching movies while knitting. My only disappointment has been that it was not a rainy day as predicted. I do love a rainy Sunday with movies. Then again, because it did not rain, we were able to sit out on the porch.
I am once again watching an episode of Columbo on DVD. Columbo seems like a Sunday thing to me. Older readers may point out that Columbo was originally part of a Sunday night series of mystery movies. MacMillan and Wife was part of the series but did not have the same staying power. I first got into Columbo when he returned to the air in the late ’80’s.
So much for my stroll down TV Memory Lane.
I only have the first season on Columbo on DVD (see previous remark about making do with what one has) but would like to eventually have the whole series. Then I could watch an episode every Sunday. Of course I would not want to blog about it every week.
For this week, however, I see I am over 200 words. Score! As always, I shall try for a better blog post tomorrow.
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