Going Crazy with Photos

 

My last dinner theatre role: Jacob and my 12 sons

Main Street Theatre, Inc. Board of Directors

I got a part in our first full-length production, 

Harvey     May 15-17, 2015

Isaiah in the First CAT.
Jesus wasn't too happy the first time we turned on the mics.

I could go on ad infinitum.

Photos

I never knew I could post photographs.  That adds a whole new level of fun.

This is a photograph of a poster made of 15 program covers of Tucker First United Methodist Church dinner theatres.  Two more annual dinner theatres were produced subsequently, Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat, and a remake of Wizard of Oz, the only one we did twice.  

I am quite proud to say that I produced all 17 of these dinner theatre programs, including selling enough ads to pay for the professional typesetting, color front and back and higher quality paper.

The dinner theatre became defunct after the 2008 performances due to personnel changes.

Resumptive Blogging

My friend Ellen told our writers group a couple of weeks ago, that they should check out this blog because Bill writes some interesting stuff.  I felt guilty that I had not posted to the blog for a long time, and I felt obligated to post something in response to her compliment.  I guess it was a compliment.

I also thought I should check it out to see what I had written that was interesting.  I didn't remember anything.

Then, today, someone asked me how to get to my blog.  I didn't remember that either, but I had the same lingering guilt feelings.

So now that I am motivated and ready to get with the program, here it is:

I can't think of anything.

I did run across some posts on "platforms" while reviewing 2012 and 2013 posts.  Wow, has it been that long?  Anyway, I was inspired by thoughts and considerations about platforms.

Platform-smatform!

More later.  (Yes, yes.  This year.)

Breakneck speed

A friend said I had given new meaning to the term "breakneck speed".  He referred to my going to sleep, falling off the toilet, hitting my head on the floor, breaking my neck.

Fortunately, no spinal cord injury, but required odontoid process surgery to stabilize fractured C-1 and C-2.  I have to wear a neck brace 12 weeks (10 left), can't drive, can't ride MARTA Mobility because of the bumps and jerks.  Ten days post-op, I still have pain, and have been relegated to the main level bedroom (with hospital bed).  I am able to shower upstairs, but it's an ordeal because I can only take the brace off long enough to wash my neck.

Writing has suffered- RockParty (a novel).  I've only been able to muster the gumption to work on poems, song lyrics and short stories (and now a blog entry).  I am probably procrastinating on the novel because I know I have to write some additional segments, which, at this point, seems like work.

Don't defend

It is embarrassing, if not outright humiliating, to get caught defending your work against corrections offered in a critique group.  But, and this is a big but, everybody does it, including the ones who most vociferously object when it is done by some member other than themselves.   

So why don’t we cut each other some slack?  We acknowledge that our work is our baby, and defending it almost irresistible.  But we jump with both feet on the member who succumbs .

Someone forwarded this to me

On his death bed, Alexander summoned his generals and told them his three ultimate wishes:

1. The best doctors should carry his coffin;
2. The wealth he has accumulated (money, gold, precious stones) should be scattered 
along the procession to the cemetery, and
3. His hands should be let loose, hanging outside the coffin for all to see.

One of his generals who was surprised by these unusual requests asked Alexander to explain.

Here is what Alexander the Great had to say:

1. I want the best doctors to carry my coffin to demonstrate that, in the face of death, 
even the best doctors in the world have no power to heal
2. I want the road to be covered with my treasure so that everybody sees that 
material wealth acquired on earth,  stays on earth
3. I want my hands to swing in the wind, so that people understand that 
we come to this world empty handed and we leave this world empty handed       

after the most precious treasure of all is exhausted, and that is TIME.

TIME is our most precious treasure.  It is LIMITED. 
We can produce more wealth, but we cannot produce more time. 

When we give someone our time, we actually give them a portion of our life 
that we will never take back.  Our time is our life.

May God grant you plenty of TIME and may you have the wisdom 
to give it to others in ways that allow you to LIVE & LOVE in peace.

Followup: Six levels

I guess blog entries are like e-mails.  You should wait 24 hours before posting.  Then, maybe, you will see what you should not write before it is too late.