|Posted on February 1, 2013 at 4:35 PM|
For whatever reason still unresolved, I have been unable to update my Home page since before Christmas.
Had to check in on Facebook and here's why:
"Scratchy throat. Ugghh. Basically, mostly been away from the computer for two + weeks and just actually opened the account that includes Facebook notifications and discovered 560 unread emails! It may take a while to get back to y'all because I'm still wrapping up Christmas (had to keep everything up to share with the Brits - Lara & Jane). Since David's been flu-ie and nobody's available at the times of day when I can work on it, it's taking more time than usual.(Photos attached to prove the point - and that's not snow, it's frost; we managed to find the coldest, hottest, windiest corner in the West Valley tonest in.) I'd include a photo of the stack of boxes in the living room that are waiting to be put away but I don't want to be responsible for anybody else's flashbacks. Love Christmas. Not so much the putting away part. AND HERE'S WHAT'S MOST IMPORTANT: Does anyone know how to consolidate Facebook email notifications so I only get ONE, SINGLE email a day? (yeah, I yelled. sorry. gotta go nap.)"
And here are the photos:
No, the photos aren't here because they stuck in process. I'll put them here as soon as I can correct the problem.
I know some of you don't do FB and, even if you do, this may have slipped by, by the time you see this. I also wanted to let you know that I will get to housekeeping on this web site sometime in the next week or so.
The rest of it is: I've been trying to spend a couple of hours, first thing,cleaning up the verse in my Richard III play, KING'S GAMES, before getting to anything else. The idea is to reconcile the verse (iambic pentameter) in both versions of the play. Yes, there are two complete and different versions of the play - a long story for coffee hour (or, better, a two-day cocktail hour) which you will be privy to at some date in the fairly near future (meaning sooner than the 46 years the challenge has existed,so far).
This is mind-bending stuff for little ole limited me. I have been experiencing moments of utter humiliation during the current process - moments that have had audiences spellbound during workshop readings are revealing themselves to be .. . (kind word, here) . . . inept. I have no idea how the Elizabethans just whipped this stuff out, although I do believe I've discovered the reason why Shakespeare contributed so many new words to the English language: if he couldn't find a word that fit the rhyme, he made one up.
I, unfortunately, do not have that privilege. Alas, I do not have access to: "Alas; Whilst, Nay, Yea," etc., etc. - and I do not have the chutzpah to make any up. All I can say is that, if I did not have 10 healthy fingers that now automatically know the necessary rhythm required, I would be reduced to my natural poetic medium: limerick.
At any rate, I am now coming down with something that I hope is nowhere near what floored my darlin' , who is opening in a play, tonight. I'm going to have to beg off; my conscience will not allow closely-packed crowds until I know, for sure, I'm not giving away something I didn't want to be given, in the first place.