A strange Tuesday

It is one o'clock on a Tuesday and I am sipping hot chocolate in the library able to relax enough to generate a blog post. This is most unusual. The routine for Tuesdays for the past two months has been looking over my script with trepidation as the performance date looms in for a kill. But the performance has past, and it went better than I could have hoped for! Not only is my schedule free, (for the most part), I have a good memory of the whole production now. Very important. Below are some pictures from the dress rehearsal.

"How could you do such a thing! At your age? Ten years old? You should know better!"

"Ma, I didn't do it on purpose--"

"You threw I chunk of ice at a moving car! Don't tell me you didn't do it on purpose!"

"But she got all nervous--you know how she is--and she forgot to stop turning the handle with her right hand. So the phone keeps on ringing, and she keeps on turning, and before you know it, she's cranked her whole arm through the ringer!"

"When poor Blanch however-you-say-it had to give birth to her baby in a dungeon because she had been locked up there for the past six months by her two brothers-in-law, the heartless creeps..."

"When actors are rehearsing their plays, where do they do it? In a studio? And do they always wear their costumes? And how do they do it? How does it all work? I never thought about all that before, you understand?"

"When I was carrying you kids it hurt there too, in the same spot, the exact same spot. That's what makes me the saddest. It's like I'm carrying my death, like I am preparing to give birth to me death... you can't.... imagine what it's like, knowing that you're carrying your own death inside of you..."

"I don't know if I am headed for heaven, but, oh my God, I'm having a good time."