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Tempest, Jail, and Late Blog Post, Doodah! Doodah!

Yesterday I finished making my Wednesday blog post Thursday morning (I had at least started it Wednesday night) and wondered if anyone would notice if I did not mention it.  Today (Friday) I thought I would mention that I am making Thursday’s blog post late (I did not even start it on the day) and try to pass it off as a Non-Sequitur Thursday Post.  So far so good.

“I don’t always make my blog posts late, but when I do I like to be Shakespearean.”

As I often do, I throw in a picture to pep things up.  This is my friend, Tucker, looking like The Most Interesting Man in the World (are they still running those ads?).  This was before a performance of The Tempest by LiFT, Little Falls Theatre Company.  Now I have a Throwback Thursday Post.  Cool.

Is that mistletoe he’s standing under?

Rather than make it a pure theatre throw back, I add a picture of my late, dearly missed husband Steve posing at Herkimer’s Historic 1834 Jail.  We often walked by Herkimer’s Historic Four Corners.  They say it is haunted, but we never saw a ghost.  That would have been cool.

Who me? Be silly?

I thought I would end with a picture of me.  Here I am about to participate in the Ilion Days Doodah Parade with Ilion Little Theatre.  This year’s Ilion Days begin this weekend, but ILT is not participating in the Doodah Parade.

So this nonsense has me approaching 250 words.  Score!  If only I could think of a catchy headline.

 

Pre-Boilermaker Slacking

I had my last pre-Boilermaker run this morning.  A little over a mile and a half, 22 minutes (incidentally, my favorite number).  Then I pretty much slacked for the rest of the day.  Eventually I wrote a few post cards and walked them to the post office, taking the long way back for a 22 minute walk, a little over one mile.  I did a load of laundry, surprisingly not during either the run or the walk (as regular readers know, my favorite multi-task).  I did the dishes.

Now I sit, lounged on my couch, drinking more water (hydrate, hydrate, hydrate, they say) and wondering if it really is essential to eat pasta the night before a big race.  I know it is traditional to “carb up” at such times, but is it science?  Or is it merely psychological?  You see, it is very warm for me to think about cooking something to eat.  Additionally, I do not want to dirty more dishes.

Me, pondering the worth of effort in the heat.

I thought a picture would pep things up. This is me in Love’s Labour’s Lost last summer with LiFT, Little Falls Theatre Company.  It was pretty hot then, too.  My costume was supposed to have another layer, but there was no way I could stand it.  It was impractical anyways, since I played two roles and had to change.  But I digress.

Getting back to the Boilermaker 15K in Utica tomorrow, I am looking forward to it, despite my usual trepidations of parking, timing, and should I really be eating spaghetti tonight.  I hope to have fun and write a blog post about it.  In the meantime I am going to bill this as a Slacker Saturday (although my digression into theatre may make a Non-Sequitur Saturday eligible) and drive on.  Happy Saturday,  everyone!

 

Love’s Memories Not Lost

I want to have a Theatre Throwback Thursday Post and I do not care if I have thrown back to these memories many times before.  I saw some pictures yesterday when I was looking through the pictures in my Tablet, and I enjoyed them very much, if briefly.  I would like to enjoy a few of them some more today, and I hope my reader’s will enjoy them too.

Nice lunge, Tucker!

This is a rehearsal shot from Love’s Labour’s Lost, which was presented by LiFT,  Little Falls Theatre Company last summer.  I hope LiFT strikes again this summer (wouldn’t that make a great blog post title, “LiFT Strikes Again”?) (of course “strike” also means to take down a set, and we didn’t exactly have a set).

She’s not having any of it.

These were two of my favorite characters in the show.  Then again, I loved all the characters.

A mysterious lover!

This is one of my all time favorite pictures.  I think we should carry fans as accessories more often.

 

A most amusing pair.

I wanted to include a picture with costumes.  Well, maybe more than one.

 

Several cast members.

 

And here’s me.

I do love being in plays.

 

Here I Am In Costume

Time for a fast Throwback Thursday Post, and I don’t care if I throw back to something I have thrown back to before.  Many of us repeat ourselves, after all.  I just watched an episode of Dateline I had seen before, only I did not remember all the details.  I watched it in lieu of a re-run of Mom I had seen and did remember all the details.  That’s neither here nor there (I love that expression; I could not say exactly what it means).  On with the blog post.

I was so dramatic!

Here is a great theatre memory: Shakespeare’s The Tempest, performed by LiFT, Little Falls Theatre Company in August 2017.  I’m the one in the orange tights.  I loved that costume, although it did get a little warm for the time of year.

I felt pretty hot, in a good way, but perhaps I flatter myself.

Speaking of me in costume, here I am in my Ruby outfit from Rubbed Out at Ruby’s,  one of my interactive murder mysteries.  This picture was taken at a fundraiser for the Landmarks Society of Greater Utica.  By the way, it is not so easy to get a flask to stay in one of those garters.

Aren’t we a cute couple?

And here I am in what is perhaps my most fabulous costume, as Roxanne Rolls in Fabulous and Fatal, another murder mystery.  The beauty in orange is my husband, Steven, as Ophelia Upps, which I think is one of the best names I have ever come up with (although it is possible that once again I flatter myself).

I do love revisiting my theatre memories.  I hope I can soon get around to making new ones.  I’ll be sure to blog about it when I do.

 

Luckily, Blog Posts Don’t Have To Be Perfect

Today is a Blogger’s Sick Day.  That is when I spend a few words whining about how terrible I feel and call it a post.  Maybe I could share a few pictures to pep things up, maybe get a little Throwback Thursday into the mix.

A suspicious bunch indeed.

I looked in my Media Library at September 2017 and found this delightful shot.  It is members of LiFT,  Little Falls Theatre Company, at the Ritz and Ragtime fundraiser for the Landmarks Society of Greater Utica.  I wish they would do one of those again.  I have a couple more 1920’s outfits to choose from.

 

More theatre fun!

This was in September 2018, Donate to Murder at the Herkimer Elks Club.  It was an interactive murder mystery which I just happened to write.  I need to start writing again.

Good advice for me.

I need to make this my mantra.  I could hang it on my wall.  Or maybe tattoo it on my forehead, backwards, of course, so I could read it every time I look in the mirror.  Unfortunately,  or perhaps fortunately,  my forehead is not that big.

In the meantime, it seems I have managed to make a blog post in spite of feeling rather ill.  Perhaps it is not a very good blog post, but you’ll have that.  I am going to try for some sleep, and a better blog post tomorrow.  As always, thank you for tuning in.

 

Shakespeare Memories

Hoping to continue my streak of posting on the day specified, I will attempt a Throwback Thursday Post.  I realize my WordPress timestamp may say something different, but let us gloss over these little inconsistencies.  I wonder what I can throw back to this week.

What a cast! What a performance!

So many of my throwbacks are to theatre, but I just cannot help myself.  In this case, I looked at my Media Library in August 2017 (my Media Library only goes back to October 2016) and saw some colorful pictures of The Tempest, as performed by LiFT, Little Falls Theatre Company.  Did you hope that with the end of Love’s Labour’s Lost I would stop talking about Shakespeare?  Forlorn hope, that!

I’m the one in the orange tights.

The first picture was at the Utica Zoo.  The above was at a venue near Caroga Lake.

I was really getting into the scene.

I have no upcoming theatrical endeavors in the foreseeable future, Shakespearean or otherwise.  I have other things on my mind, unfortunately nothing that would make for a decent blog post.  You’ll have that, I suppose.  Yes, I see you in the back there, ready to make unkind remarks about the subjects (or lack thereof) I see fit to blog about and what do I know about a decent blog post etc., etc. (you know who you are).

Be all that as it may, I am over 200 words with three fun pictures.  I say good enough, and Happy Thursday, everyone.

 

Still Sharing Shakespeare?

I am still very tired.  Could I be getting old?  SAY IT AIN’T SO!!!  Is it Post-Play Letdown?   Does it now take me longer to recover from things?  Was it really so taxing to be in a mere play, for heavens’ sakes?  Or is something else at work?

I do not feel like analyzing things and am too tired to do it properly anyways.  I prefer to make a Throwback Thursday Post, even though I will no doubt share pictures I have thrown back to before.  Double throwback?  Maybe even triple or more.  Never mind, just share a picture.

I totally told them.

That’s me in yellow tights, acting up a storm in The Tempest in 2017, the last time LiFT, Little Falls Theatre Company did Shakespeare (before we did Love’s Labour’s Lost  this year, of course).  Oh, you thought All Love’s Labour’s Lost All The Time was over? I guess not.

The whole bunch looks suspicious to me.

Here is a non-Shakespeare but still LiFT throwback, Rubbed Out at Ruby’s, an interactive murder mystery which I just happened to write.  Of course it was the talent and input of the cast that made it so memorable.  Theatre is a collaborative art, after all.

Does this look familiar?

OK, this is only throwing back to last weekend, but Love’s Labour’s Lost is still on my mind.

Thank you once again for tuning in.  As always, I will try for a better blog post tomorrow, but no promises.  After all, it will be Lame Post Friday.

 

Lost Love’s Labour?

Can I make a Wrist to Forehead Sunday Post?  I am feeling like swooning on a handy chaise lounge, dramatically posed with the back of one wrist to my forehead.  Of course I have no such chaise lounge available. What I do have is a dreadful case of Post Play Letdown.  Yes, it can kick in thus soon after the end of the play.

Full disclosure: I am mostly feeling happy right now.  I was in a play!  And people liked it!   It mostly went well.  I remembered most of my lines.  What more could I ask for?

Me, wondering what else I could ask for.

I feel very relieved that I have no rehearsals to go to in the coming week.  I feel strongly inclined to never put myself in the position of having to have to go to rehearsals ever again.

People who know anything at all about theatre people know this is a lot of hooey.  Not have to go to rehearsal?  That would mean I would never do any form of theatre again.  That’s crazy talk!

In fact, after the performance as most of the cast enjoyed food and drink at Mangia Macrina’s Pizza in Little Falls,  NY (just to sneak in a plug of s local business), the subject of murder mysteries came up.  OK, I brought it up.  But several people expressed interest.

And so it goes.  One show ends, another one starts.  How soon does it start?  We shall see.  As always, I hope you’ll stay tuned.

 

Post Performance Post with Pics

I am not surprised I missed making my Saturday blog post on Saturday.  When I hadn’t gotten to it before I left for the play, I knew I was unlikely to get to it afterwards.

The play, of course, is Love’s Labour’s Lost, presented by LiFT, Little Falls Theatre Company as part of Canal Celebration (perhaps you have read a few of my blog posts about it).  It was a lot of fun.

I received a few pictures in my email, which I will now share.

A royal couple.
The princess and her courtier.
And with one of her ladies.
Frenemies. I’m the one in the cap.
The girls plotting against the guys.
They are both in disguise.
Curtain call without the curtain.

We have one more performance, today, Sunday Aug. 14, 1 p.m., at Benton’s Landing in Little Falls, NY. Admission is free. If you’re in the area, come on down!

Yes, I’m Still Talking About That Play

Can I make my Lame Post Friday post on Friday?  Well, I have five hours till midnight (although my WordPress timestamp may disagree), but the sad fact is, I got nuthin’.  The happy fact is, my headache finally went away.  I guess I could just continue my theme of All Love’s Labour’s Lost All The Time.  Can I think of anything new to say about it? We shall see.

The King and his guys.

In the spirit of Waste Not, Want Not, I append another rehearsal shot. I hope some friends take pictures of the performance that I can steal.

I was just looking over my lines again.  I had meant to study them while on breaks at work, but my headache interfered.  Other days I have recited my speeches in my head while I worked (it is the sort of job where you can do that) but had not the brain power for such activities today (cue unkind remarks about my usual lack of brain power).

She’s telling him a thing or two, I think.

I am gradually internalizing the fact that tomorrow is Opening Performance.  I will soon start to get all nervous about remembering all my costumes and props.  My lines?  Truth be known, I rarely forget them.  Still, it could happen.  I will look them over again.

In the meantime,  I am over 200 words.  Score!  And Happy Friday,  everyone.

Once again Love’s Labour’s Lost by William Shakespeare, presented by LiFT, Little Falls Theatre Company Saturday and Sunday, Aug. 13 and 14 at 1 p.m. at Benton’s Landing in Little Falls, NY.  Admission is free.