I am having a dreadful case of I Just Can’t Do It. And by “It” I mean anything. Of course this is not true. I have done a few things today. I do at least a few things every day. But the list of things I have yet to do grows ever longer. I believe I have just started making a Wrist to Forehead Sunday Post. For those just tuning in, Wrist to Forehead signifies that situation when all you want to do is swoon, dramatically posed with the back of one write to your forehead, on a handy chaise lounge. I really need to get myself a chaise lounge.
This looks like an unrelated photograph, but I will explain.
I was looking in my Media Library for a picture of myself having a wrist to forehead moment, but then I saw this one from Witness for the Prosecution, one of my favorite movies. I watched it earlier and thought maybe I could find this picture and make a Sunday Cinema Post. Then I thought, “Probably not. I can never find anything in my Media Library.”
What I feel like now.
I took a quick look for a picture from the other movie I watched, And Then There Were None, but no luck. Both movies, in case you didn’t know, are based on works by Agatha Christie, the acknowledged queen of mystery writing. Oh, I suppose YOU never acknowledged her (you know who you are). Anyways, I thought the picture of fake poop was apropos. See, I don’t even feel like real crap, just the plastic stuff. Oh, stop playing those miniature violins (again, you know who you are)! It was a joke!
Hey, look what I found!
While looking for a cheerful picture to end on, I found And Then There Were None! How lucky was that?
OK, one more from the movie.
I think this might have been a publicity shot, because I do not remember seeing these two characters so posed in the movie. The woman is the marvelous Judith Anderson. I do not remember who the man is, but my late husband Steven played that role onstage when Ilion Little Theatre did the play version some years ago. He was wonderful, and I am not the least bit biased.
And now I see I am over 350 words. I am feeling a little less inclined to swoon. I will feel even better when I get back to making real blog posts about Mohawk Valley Adventures. I do hope you will stay tuned.
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