Last week I hoped I was ushering in a new era of Not Late Lame Post Friday posts. Alas, it was not to be. Here it is Saturday morning, and I sit on my couch (lounge, really), listening to what I think is some kind of pigeon (maybe a mourning dove? It sounds pretty sad) and wishing I was already out running. One thing I love is running or walking in the morning and hearing the birds sing (or is it a morning dove with no emotion attributed? I don’t know from birds).
One reason I am blogging before my run is that I am waiting for it to be light out. I just can’t trust the sidewalks and roads this time of year. I have wiped out on the ice too many times this year just walking (one hideous incident on my uneven concrete front steps). I emphatically do not want to do it while running. At my age I could break a hip. Well, maybe not a hip, but something. At least I would bruise my body and damage my fragile self-esteem.
My day stretches before me in a fairly threatening fashion. That run to take, post cards to write, a house to clean, a murder mystery to write AND this afternoon auditions for murder mystery actors. It is a general audition; I want to develop a pool of actors to draw from as murder mysteries arise to be cast.
Now I feel threatened, because there is a something inside me (my depression? the aforementioned fragile self-esteem?) strenuously insisting that I CANNOT POSSIBLY do a murder mystery at this time. I MIGHT be able to write it (low self-esteem aside, I rarely admit to being unable to write something) (yes, yes, there are times when I say I CAN’T write a blog post, but I just mean I can’t write it right now). But print it out, get a cast, schedule and go to rehearsals…
What am I saying? Of course I can do all that! The voices in my head are full of beans!
Talked myself right into that, didn’t I? Guess I’ll go for my run now.
For local readers interested in theatre, auditions are today, March 18, at 1 p.m. at Ilion Little Theatre, 13 Remington Ave., Ilion, NY. For more information, you can visit the theatre’s Facebook page.