It often happens that I take a blogger’s sick day with a foolish post only to feel worse the next day. Seriously, I have had a headache (sinus? migraine? tension? who knows!) since this morning. It was not bad enough to necessitate my leaving work, so I had that going for me. I got home and managed to get one chore done, now I need to make my blog post before doing a couple of other things I really, really want to have done.
What a boring lead paragraph! You would not think I was an experienced daily blogger, would you? Then again, how do I know what anybody else thinks? I shall not pursue this train of thought, however, because I fear it would lead to half-baked philosophy, which is the purview of Lame Post Friday. This is Non-Sequitur Thursday, no matter what the time stamp says (sometimes these things are dated a day off, and I am not technologically savvy enough to fix it).
Well, I need to post something, headache or no, so I think I will go for a Throw-back Thursday theme by posting a couple of pictures from my Media Library.
To be, or not to… Oh, wait, wrong play.
When I was looking for photos the other day, I saw the pictures from the LiFT, Little Falls Theatre Company, production of The Tempest last summer. Alas, I fear that will be no Shakespeare play this summer, but I hope for great things next year. The above is a full cast shot from the Utica Zoo, a great venue where we had one performance. We performed in several different places.
Another great theatre memory!
Since this is Non-Sequitur as well as Throw-back Thursday, I jump to spring of 2016 and Leading Ladies at Ilion Little Theatre. I’m not in this picture, because I directed, but my husband, Steven, is the handsome if uptight-looking guy in the suit jacket, far left.
I just can’t believe what he’s telling me to say.
OK, one of me and Steven. This is spring of — eeek 2012! We were Dr. Chumley and Veda in Harvey at Ilion Little Theatre. This was what Steven referred to as “our big scene.” I am on the phone with Elwood P. Dowd, and Dr. Chumley just told me to tell Elwood that Harvey is in the bathtub. I can’t believe he dared say the word “bathtub” to me after what I went through that morning! That will may sense to anybody who knows the play, or who has seen the movie.
Well, that did not turn out to be too bad a post. Or do I flatter myself? No matter. I posted something, and now I can lie down and wait for my headache to go away. Happy Thursday, everybody.
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