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Lame Brain or Lack of Brain?

Hello and welcome to another Lame Post Friday post.  This one promises to be lame indeed, because the part of my brain (i.e., most of it) that left with yesterday’s migraine has not returned.  What’s that all about?  Never mind, I’ll just throw in some random pictures from my Media Library, rattle on for 200 words or so, then call it a day.

This was a good cast.

I went to April 2019 and found a few pictures from Morning’s at Seven, a play I was in at Ilion Little Theatre.  I was just thinking about that play earlier today, so it seems coincidental that I find the pictures now.

Here’s a cheery sight.

 

I throw in some daffodils to cheer things up a little.  My daffodils never bloomed, although some greenery came up where the bulbs are.  I really need to up my gardening game.  Come to think of it, a lot of my games could use a little upping.  But I can’t worry about that right now.

Is this post bugging you?

I become even more random posting a couple of fake bugs.  I do not say insects, which might have sounded more formal, because one is clearly an arachnid.  I would rather be didactic than formal any day.

Cheers, sweetie, wherever you are!

I reached 200 words with the previous paragraph but wanted to include one more picture.  I was looking for something with wine but instead chose one of my late, dearly missed husband, Steven, at the Ommengang Brewery in Cooperstown, NY.  I can’t quite see, but I think he is wearing a t-shirt from a New York State winery.

Once again, thank you for joining me.  I hope you will return tomorrow, when I also hope to see my brain and make a better blog post.  Happy Friday, all!

 

I Start Lame and Go From There

Perhaps posting every other day will be a thing for a while.  No promises.  However, I managed to find my way to the dining-room-table-top and, well, here I am.

I just paused to get some coffee.  Surely that will help (after all, somebody’s name might be Shirley).

Not the cup I am using, but I wanted to add an illustration.

In my favor today:  it is Lame Post Friday.  Although I have made a habit lately of making my Lame Post Friday post early Saturday morning and my Throwback Thursday post early Friday morning, I feel fairly certain today’s will be somewhat of a lame post.  Then again, a couple of Throwback pictures might pep things up.

A favorite scene.

From spring of 2019, a scene from Morning’s at Seven at Ilion Little Theatre, with my dear friend Jim.  That play is a great theatre memory.

Oh yeah, Christmas is coming.

I was casting about, looking for other theatre memories but found this shot of my late, dearly missed husband, Steve, and a newscaster from WKTV whose name escapes me, stuffing the bus with toys for poor kids for Christmas 2019.  I must purchase something with which to stuff the bus this year.  Or perhaps I could win something at 4Pet’s Sake Food Pantry’s basket raffle on Saturday (preview of coming attractions).  I donated an afghan to the event.

May be an image of text that says 'BASKET RAFFLE 4PetSake Mohawk Legion 43W.MainSt, 43 W. Main Mohawk Food Pantry Inc. Benefits 4PetSake Food Pantry Saturday December, 2nd from 12-4 PM'

I plan to be there!

So now we have veered into Non-Sequitur territory, and I am over 200 words.  I adjourn for more coffee and wish you all a pleasant Friday.

 

This Old Lame

I am attempting to make my Lame Post Friday post on Friday, but no promises as to whether I will hit Publish before Saturday morning.  I am tired, and my eyes are acting funny.  I can’t seem to focus up close or even in the middle distance.  Usually when this happens, I find I have put on the wrong glasses.  Operator Error is kind of a theme in my life.  However, I checked my glasses at least three times; they are a reading pair.

I seem to be asking my body, “What the Hell?” a lot these days.  Earlier today, as I creaked out of my chair after sitting for less than a half hour for lunch, I preceded that question with, “I am 59, not 112!”

This is how old I feel, only not as well dressed.

I interrupt my whining with a picture.  This is me and my friend Jim in a scene from Morning’s at Seven, a play we did at Ilion Little Theatre a few years ago.  I was the oldest sister.

Aging like fine wine?

A friend gave me a plaque that said, “I’m not old, I’m vintage!”  I confess I do not pay too much attention to the vintage of the wine I drink, but I love vintage automobiles.   Although I usually call them classic cars.  Yeah, that’s me:  classic.

I suppose I am not that sleek, but one does what one can.

This car was in the Ilion Days Doodah Parade last year.   I just thought it would be apropos to include a picture of a vintage car.

My foolishness has gotten me over 250 words.  Phew!  We shall see what sort of a post I can come up with for Saturday.  Scattered? Slacker?  A little suspense adds interest to my weekend.

 

I Live for Theatre

Oops, another late post. Judge me if you are so inclined. Even thought it is now early Friday morning, I want to do a Throwback Thursday Post. In honor of Steven and I being in another play (as regular readers know), I will do a Theatre Throwback.

A lovely family group.

I couldn’t find a picture with both me and Steve, but here is a cast picture from the last time I was on the Ilion Little Theatre stage, Morning’s at Seven in 2019. It was a delightful experience.

I was helping him out with a personal problem.

This is one of my favorite scenes from Morning’s at Seven, with one of my favorite actors and people, Jim Mills.

It all begins with a read-through.

I took some pictures of Wednesday’s read-through, but this is a read-through from March of 2020. It was for a murder mystery that did not happen until 2021, but when this shot was taken, we had high hopes.

I have high hopes for our current theatrical endeavor, and high hopes that I can stop with the late blog posts. Will my hopes be realized? A little suspense adds interest to my day.

(Ooh, not quite 200 words.) (Now it is.)

Morning’s Memories

That’s me, putting my husband in his place.

I saw this photo in my Facebook Memories this morning, and it did bring back good memories.  I thought I would use it in a Throwback Thursday post.  It is a rehearsal shot from Morning’s at Seven, a play I did last year at Ilion Little Theatre.  It was a great deal of fun.

I still have a copy of this, I think.

This is the flier, which we hung up all over the town, I hope.  At least, we got some good audiences.

This was kind of a dramatic moment.

Here is the entire cast on stage in costume.

Split screen of the same room.

And here are a couple of backstage shots.  Backstage is often as interesting as what goes on onstage, but I think this play was pretty interesting onstage. I do not recall any particular backstage dramas.  I try to avoid such things.

Pre-show cast selfie!

To prove my point about no backstage drama: here we are all before a show, looking perfectly happy together.  I loved the cast, crew and director of this play.  Yay for good memories.

A posed cast picture.

As long as I am having a Throwback Thursday about Morning’s at Seven, I might as well share all the pictures I can find.

And I gotta share my favorite!

This is one of my favorite scenes of the play, where I have a heart to heart with the character played by my good friend, Jim Mills.  He is  wonderful actor, and we both had a great time doing this scene.

It is nice to look back on theatre experiences past, and I hope one day soon to make some new memories.  Of course, I will make a few blog posts about it!

 

Let’s Hear It For Friends!

Oh yes, it is Slacker Saturday,  after I could not even manage a Lame Post Friday.  I can’t even offer a good excuse (can I ever?  That’s a subject for another blog). In fact, I had a bad headache for most of the day, without doing much to deserve it, believe it or not (and you don’t need to tell me if you don’t!).  But one must be able to function with a headache, especially if one is me, because I often have a headache.

But I must not dwell on my physical ills. After all, we all have problems.

After a headache-filled beginning of the day, we had a lovely evening with our friends Jim and Phyllis.  I am so grateful for good friends!

A truly delightful couple.

This is a picture from a different fun time. I didn’t take any pictures tonight.  I was too busy visiting.

Here is a good theatre memory.

This is a picture of Jim and me in Morning’s at Seven at Ilion Little Theatre last spring.  Our scene together was my favorite part of a play in which I had all enjoyable scenes.

Jim and another murder suspect.

And here is Jim in A G.R.A.V.E. Murder, which we presented two years ago.  Jim is a marvelous actor.  I hope to act with him again soon.

And I hope to get together with Jim and Phyllis again soon.  Slacker Saturday it may be, but I had fun with my friends!

 

Not a Lot of Pictures, But…

So I didn’t make another post yesterday and thus get caught up.  Judge me if you’d like,  it is immaterial to me.  As for today, I am still recovering from my tiredness from the play.  Still, I had a pretty good day.  I had the foresight to put in for a vacation day, which I was fortunate enough to have to take.

I’m still pretty tired, though.  Too tired to sit up at the dining room table and type on the laptop with all ten fingers.  The couch is just SO comfy, and typing one letter at a time with the stylus is really not all that bad.  The more I do it, the better the predictive text thingy gets at, you know,  predicting (although it has yet to learn the word “thingy”).

All this by way of introduction to another All Morning’s at Seven All The Time. Yes, the play closed yesterday afternoon.  So what?  I have pictures!

Here we all are!

I must say that this is one of the best casts I have worked with.  Not a stinker among them!  The director and stage manager were pretty awesome, too.

Me and my good friend Jim.

This was the picture I most particularly wanted. It was my favorite scene.

I took a couple more pictures,  but they didn’t turn out so well.  There were other pics on Facebook that I could probably get,  but I don’t know how to do it on the Tablet .  Still, I’m over 200 words.  Regular readers know I consider that respectable.  Happy Monday,  folks!

 

Scattered Sunday in Progress

Maybe I should have called this one Typing Frantically Before Closing Afternoon.  My friend Kim will soon pick me up to go to the matinee of Morning’s at Seven at Ilion Little Theatre.  Full disclosure:  We are stopping first at the liquid store to purchase libations for the cast party following the performance. Judge if you would like, but I am SO looking forward to sipping a dry red later on.

It has been a lovely experience, being in a play again.  I must say it has been a wonderful group of people to work with.  But I am tired.  Could I be getting older?  SAY IT AIN’T SO!!!!!  Oh, who cares?  If I’m getting older, I’ll take a nap or a vitamin or whatever it takes.  This is how it works, you know.

So I managed to sleep in till almost seven this morning (how appropriate!).  After coffee and a few games of solitaire (with an actual deck of cards, as God intended), I went to the grocery store.  I got a few things: stuff to make a salad for this week’s lunches, vegetables to chop for the cast party (I REFUSE to call them crudites!).  After eating some food and reading some of the paper (I am actually caught up in my newspaper reading and was reading today’s paper!), I decided to go for a walk.

It was a very pleasant walk. I did not bring my Tablet with me and take pictures, though, because I thought two Pedestrian Posts in a row was too much.  When I got home, I took my shower, chopped the vegetables, and mixed up a batch of my famous garlic dip.  And I made what I fear is a rather dull blog post.  Oh well, you’ll have that with a daily blog.  I can’t turn out a winner every time (I KNOW there are those who can, and how unhandsome of you to point that out) (you know who you are).

No matter.  I have made a blog post.  If I make one after the cast party (who, me? Drink and type?  Could be!), I will FINALLY be caught up.  If not, at least I will be only one behind, not two, which I would be, if I did not hit Publish now.  I hope your weekend is progressing as nicely as mine.