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Typical Me on Tired Tuesday

I logged on to WordPress thinking I would start this post with, “I’m totally getting used to this Tablet posting.”  Then it took me like five tries to get from All Posts to Add New.  Is that typical me or what?  As a matter of fact, I was thinking that in lieu of my usual Tired Tuesday,  I would tell about a couple more typical me moments I had today.

I went to Hannaford to pick up a few things.

That was when I realized I was not as used to this Tablet posting as I thought I was. I tried logging on to my laptop.   Naturally I did not meet with success. So that makes another typical me moment.  Two, if you count deciding to switch to the laptop and failing to do so as separate moments.

Then again, why am I so struck by these “typical me moments”?  I am, after all, me.  Why would I not behave in a manner typical of myself?  Why should I be surprised when I behave in a manner typical of myself? I suppose I could say it is typical of me to be surprised at such a time.

Now I am thinking,  what’s wrong with a Tired Tuesday post?   It’s Tuesday.  I’m tired.  I hope to see you all on Wuss-out Wednesday.

 

Mid-Week Monsters to Cheer Me Up

Yes, I have the type it in, backspace it out disease.  I am going to combat it with — you guessed right!  — MIDWEEK MONSTERS!!! If monsters can’t cheer me up, nothing can!

Mmmm… I haven’t had shark steak in years.

The warm weather makes me think of summer, so here is one of my favorite summertime monsters:  Bruce, the title baddie in JAWS (1975).  What a fun flick, and a good story on the making of (as seen, for example in True Hollywood Story, which I used to watch all the time back in the early ’00’s).

Ooh, Peter Graves and Beverly Garland! Wait a minute, I don’t know who Beverly Garland is, although the name sounds familiar.

I don’t believe I ever saw this movie, but I find this to be a delightfully cheesy poster.  And, look, it was produced and directed by Roger Corman.  Its cheesy bonafides are confirmed!

Check out the RDA at the top of the poster!

Here is a bloody poster, from a Hammer Horror Flick.  I enjoy these movies, although they are more gory than my usual taste.

A creepy pic, to symbolize my responsibilities creeping up on me.

You just knew I would include a shot of Nosferatu (1922), didn’t you?  Andnow time is getting away from me, so I sign off.  The monsters did cheer me up.  I hope they had a similar effect on you (Freudian typo:  I put “cher” me up.  If I could turn back time!).

 

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.

 

Almost Too Tired For Words

I am sitting on my couch typing into my Tablet one letter at a time with the stylus (with occasional help from the predictive text thingy).  I am just so tired these days!  Once I am quite finished with this play, I will try to lead a healthier lifestyle.   At least I will get more exercise.   I really think exercise is the magic elixir that will make all things better.

In the meantime, I need to make a blog post now.  Oh, wait, I can go for a Wordless Wednesday !

Can’t resist plugging this again,

I begin with one of the reasons I’m so tired.   SO worth it!  Theatre is my life!

Here’s a fun bunch!

This is a memory and kind of a preview of coming attractions.  Next weekend,  I might be doing a fun fundraising thing with some or all of these folks.  I’ll write more about that later, and hope to have some pictures to share.

I wear those same shoes in Mornings at Seven.

I like to have three pictures,  so here is one of me participating in another fundraiser,  a couple of years ago.   Yes, I show off my legs at almost any opportunity.

So here is my Not Exactly Wordless Wednesday post for the week.  Perhaps I should try to get to bed early.

 

At Least I Didn’t Mention My Underwear. Oops.

I thought to myself, “This will be the day I catch up on my blog.”  Regular readers may remember (or not; I do not flatter myself that my little blog holds such an important part in anybody’s consciousness) that I am still one post behind, after missing two days, um, two weeks ago?  More? Less?  I’m too lazy and flustered to go back and check.  The point is, I realized earlier in the week that Sunday would be the perfect day to make two posts and thus be caught up, according to my rules for me.  I have a matinee of Morning’s at Seven at Ilion Little Theatre at two.  I can make a post before and a post afterward.  IT!  COULD!  WORK!  (That is a reference to Mel Brooks’ Young Frankenstein, a movie I highly recommend).

I attempted to implement the plan earlier in the day, but I sat here on WordPress and just kind of made b-b-b-b noises.  Later, having exerted myself in other directions (nothing big: made a salad for my week’s lunches, made some cream-cheese-stuffed celery sticks for same, got the laundry out of the drier,did  a couple other minor chores), I thought to try again.  So here I am.  Let the b-b-b-b noises begin!

The fact is, I am as usual these days, feeling quite flustered.  Will I remember my lines? Will I remember all the other stuff: contact lenses, pantyhose, to breathe?  I already forgot one thing:  when I was at the grocery store earlier I meant to get grapes and pretzels for backstage snacks.  They are my favorite backstage snacks:  the grapes help you hydrate and the salt in the pretzels helps absorb the acids in your stomach.  I suppose I have time to run back to the store, but by this hour of a Sunday it may be crowded.  Oh, look, now I have another thing to dither over!

And I have a blog post of over 300 words.   Maybe they are not good words.  Perhaps I amused no one at all.  Nah, at least somebody reading it had to be at least mildly entertained.  I mean, “b-b-b-b noises” may not be comedy gold, but I find it worth a chuckle.  Perhaps I flatter myself.  No matter.  We’ll call this Wrist to Forehead Sunday and drive on.

I wonder if I will really make another post after the play, thus becoming caught up till the next time I miss a post.  A little suspense will add interest to my afternoon.

 

 

Break a Lame Leg, Me

I just posted on Facebook that I am brain dead.  This is no way to be on opening night for Morning’s at Seven at Ilion Little Theatre.

Oh for heavens’ sake, can’t I even manage a Friday Lame Post?

It is a dramatic moment.

When in doubt, throw in a picture.  Usually I use a picture of a monster, but here is a shot from last night’s dress rehearsal, used without permission.  I don’t think the lady that took it will mind, but I will ask her when I see her tonight.  This is the whole cast.  We are only all on stage a few times in the play, which is just as well, because Ilion Little Theatre’s stage is small.  The whole theatre is small, although I prefer to call it cozy and intimate.

The fatty upper arm in the foreground on the left is mine.

Here is a backstage shot from last night, showing us getting ready and frantically studying our scripts.  I have not frantically studied my script today, but I have time.  Perhaps I have allowed myself a little too much time.  I took a half a vacation day at work so I would have time for a nap.  I had a nice long one which I enjoyed very much.  Then I had a cup of coffee, which I also enjoyed very much.  I have been dithering ever since.

However, at least I made my blog post, such as it is.  Local readers may like to come see the show.  It is April 26, 27, and 28, and May 3, 4 and 5, 7:30 p.m. Fridays and Saturdays, 2 p.m. Sundays, doors open a half hour before curtain.  Tickets are available at the door (till sold out, dare I hope?) or through the website, www.ilionlittletheatre.org.

“Shapewear” Is So A Word, Computer!

Breathing is not overrated.  That is what I tell myself at times like this.  You see, when I get stressed, I forget to breathe.  Then I take a deep breath and it’s like, “Oh yeah, oxygen.”

When I was in the army learning how to run, and I ran into difficulties (see what I did there?), I would tell myself, “Breathing is overrated.”  Eventually I learned how to run and breathe, but first I learned how far I can actually run while gasping and choking in a most unbecoming fashion.  However, this is not a post about running.  I would probably feel a good deal less stressed if I had taken the time for a short run or walk.  However, that ship sailed, to resort to cliche (it is less of a cliche if you point out that you are using a cliche; another technique is to add the word “proverbial,”as in “that proverbial ship has sailed.  Then you sound all self-aware and post-ironic) (but I digress).

Another deep breath, which I need after that last paragraph.  I am working through my last-minute fluster attack before leaving for dress rehearsal for Morning’s at Seven, the play I am in at Ilion Little Theatre.  I believe I have mentioned it once or twice.

After work, and a convoluted drive back to Herkimer, due to congestion and construction, I stopped at the store to get the pantyhose and underwear I mentioned earlier.  I am a little worried, because the only pantyhose (they are, in fact, tights, but let us not quibble over semantics) in the color I wanted (off-white) were control top. YES, I have a top to control.  However, when I attempt to do so, I experience extreme torture for very little result.  What a cruel hoax shapewear is!

And look at me, 300 words and I’m not late.  Yet.  Happy Thursday, everyone.

I wonder if wine is overrated.

 

 

Short Post Before Coffee

Last night I did not have rehearsal.  I fell asleep on the couch then went to bed embarrassingly early.  I will not give a time.  In the interests of accuracy, I did not sleep particularly well once I was actually in bed, but I slept on and off and was quite grateful to do so.  I have never dealt well with limited sleep, even in my young(er) and (more) foolish days.

In any case, I am up prior to 5 a.m., waiting for the coffee maker to drip. Yesterday I took a cup too early and it was bitter.  I require caffeine.  We shall see if I am able to make a blog post without it.

My alarm pulled me out of a very annoying dream.  I was not enjoying the dream at all, yet I was devastated to be dragged from such deep sleep.  I won’t go into details, but we were rehearsing then filming a kiss.  I was either in heaven or hell (the filmmaker was not clear on which), kissing this person I was not supposed to be kissing.  It was complicated, and it wasn’t even that good of a kiss.

In the meantime, I fell asleep last night before doing laundry, so I have to run someplace and purchase underwear and pantyhose for tonight’s rehearsal.  Oh well, I guess I could wear crappy underwear and the wrong color pantyhose.  Perhaps I would have time to do laundry, because I can put the underwear in the drier.  Only I can’t put the pantyhose in the drier, and I need more pantyhose anyways.  I could use a few new pairs of undies as well, come to think of it.

And this is what happens when I try to make a blog post before having coffee.  I babble on about dreams and underwear.  I know some of you are screaming, “TMI!” an expression regular readers know I hate.  I hope at least you had some coffee.

 

I Need My Monsters Today

I thought I could make a quick Monstrous Monday post before segueing into All Mornings At Seven All The Time on Tuesday.  Opening night is Friday.  I am worried rehearsals this week will last late, late, but you’ll have that.

Full disclosure:  I am experiencing a sort of paralysis.  Of the mind and the body.  One of the symptoms, apparently, is to write in incomplete sentences, a style in which I do not usually indulge.  Or do I?  Perhaps I just don’t notice.  Maybe that is another symptom.  The fact is, I keep typing stuff in and backspacing over it, or not even typing it in as I think of it.  I sit here with clenched-teeth determination NOT erasing this paragraph.

“You were looking for me?”

Once again, I look to Nosferatu for help.  Who could be uncheered by a vampire?

“A nice cup of brew and you’ll soon be feeling more the thing.”

Here’s a truly cheerful ghoul, and the cheerful thought that Halloween is coming.  Eventually.  Well, obviously, I celebrate Halloween all year.  I believe I am not the only mortal to do so.

He seems to be hard at work.

I have no idea what movie, if any, this is from.  It was in my Media Library, so I must have downloaded it from somewhere sometime.  Similarly, I have no idea how I got to be over 200 words.  I’ll talk about the play I’m in tomorrow.  And eventually, I will try to start making better blog posts.  In the meantime, may your Mondays NOT be monstrous.

 

Now I Can Watch Snapped

Hello, and welcome to the Easter Edition of Wrist to Forehead Sunday.  It feels wrong to be swooning onto a chaise lounge,  posed dramatically with the back of one wrist on my forehead on this holiest of Christian holidays.  Full disclosure: I do not own a chaise lounge, and I am sitting on my couch,  typing one letter at a time into my Tablet with the stylus, the way I did yesterday.  What is it with this extreme reluctance to sit up straight in a dining room chair and type with both hands into a laptop like a normal writer?

That was a long paragraph .  Anyways, I don’t want to be making a blog post at all; I want to watch Snapped and crochet.

I had a dream last night in which I had reached the end of my rope.  I kept saying, “I have reached overload.  I cannot do anything else.”  And I felt horrible.   I felt, in fact, like swooning onto a chaise lounge etc. etc.

When I considered the dream this morning (I know, it doesn’t take a psychological genius to figure out where it came from), all I could think was , “For heaven’s sake,  I don’t have that much on my plate!  Other people have a LOT more to deal with.”  In short, I advised me to get over myself.  I offer myself that same advice now.

“Get over yourself , Cindy.  And watch a little Snapped.”

I hope the rest of you are having a lovely day.