Wednesday, October 16, 2019

MIni Beach Getaway

Benjamin uses his beach time to hold up the pier.

Oh, so brief!

But oh, so needed.  Our little Fernandina Beach getaway.

Especially for me, leaving almost twelve hours later than everyone else, so I could finish up my run on Murder on the Orient Express.

I got there on Sunday morning, about 1 AM, and was going home by Monday morning at 11AM.

Jut long enough to realize I was somewhere else.

This is a trip that Alison's Mom requested, and we also brought family friend, Anita.

No, we did not kayak, or surf, or fish, or parasail, or even toss a dang frisbee.  We ate, we read, we played board games, we talked, we enjoyed the view.  Alison and I went out to the antique stores.  We watched a Family Feud marathon.




Benjamin did get down to the water.  He's looking good, ladies.  I think he's doing the Freshman 15 in reverse.  Everything t the school cafeteria is labeled for calories, and he's paying close attention.  He's also been doing a lot of walking around campus. Maybe I should go back to college.



How 'bout them ocean sunsets?


Not a long trip.

But, nevertheless, a vital getaway.

Now back to our daily lives.  And, yes, our dogs are glad to have us back!











Tuesday, October 15, 2019

Post Play Tuesday Tidbits



Ah, yes!

That delightful period after the play when you realize that all the fun is over and that you are really just a semi-retired CPA and not a professional actor.


The glass up above was real sweet, probably the best play souvenir I've ever gotten.  Well, at least since I took home the water tower from the Superman musical I did in high school.

I want to thank Kayla Dixon and Mamie Jackson for giving me the opportunity to do the entertaining part of Constantine Bouc.  It was a fun part, and they let me fly my hambone high.  You are extraordinary Directors, and you helped compile an amazing stage crew as well.

My ending was abrupt...I went to Fernandina for a brief vacation with the family, leaving Saturday night right after the play - Alison and Benjamin were already down there, with Alison's mother and family friend Anita.  I did not participate in cleanup on Sunday afternoon and the cast party.

We are already back from our little beach trip, and my usual post-play depression has not been too high as I have not been back to work yet.  I night go today. Or maybe tomorrow.  Yeah, tomorrow sounds better.

I don't think it spoils much to tell you what my favorite lines of the play are.  They are said by the detective Hercule Poirot:

No, it is not!  It is not that time!  I have never in my life turned my back on the law!  Do you understand that, Colonel?  The law must be obeyed or we become barbarians!  It is 1934, Europe is changing and there will be chaos! There will be nothing left of us and we will have to start again!  I cannot support this!  I cannot agree to this!

Yeah, Monsieur Poirot.  I kinda know how you feel.


























Thursday, October 10, 2019

Indie Author's Day




Please come to Indie Author's Day!

At the Waycross/Ware County Library this Saturday from 10 AM to 2 PM.

From the Library's event listing:

Each year, libraries and organizations around the world welcome local indie authors, writers, and their communities in for a day of education, networking, mingling, writing, open mics, panels, and so much more! Everyone is invited to join us at the Waycross-Ware County Public library for our indie author event on Saturday, October 12, from 10:00 AM until 2:00 PM! All ages are welcome.


I will be there with my FOUR books:

Adventures in Time And Space

Here Comes Tommy

Crowley Stories: Swamp's Edge

History of the Trap


ALSO:

Information about the OHC Writer's Guild

Juniper Verrill for NaNoWriMo

Many, many great local authors


Come on out and discover the tremendous local writing talents of Southeast Georgia!











Wednesday, October 9, 2019

Slowing My Roll Wednesday Wanderings

That's me trying to smooth some riled passengers of the Orient Express, Trent Dixon as Hector MacQueen, and Levi Herrin as Samuel Ratchett.


Oh, oy.  Is my mind cloudy this morning!

First, let me confirm.  This is Wednesday, right?

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Ok, unless my phone and calendar are wrong, this is indeed Wednesday.

I'm not sure how that happened, but ok, I'll go with it.

I slowly roll into the week, with three more performances starting tomorrow.  If you haven't seen the play (which is all but about 100 of you), you really need to check it out.  It's a fun, fast-moving play.

My thanks to Julianna Lacefield and Kimberly Beck for coming to see it, and for the positive feedback about it,

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I can see from the picture above that I am a big boy, weight-wise.  Sigh.  Hard to change much at my age, but I'll see what I can do.  The foot pain has started to recede, so maybe I can resume a more rigorous exercise routine.  Which, of course, if I overdo, it will cause the foot pain to come roaring back.

Sigh.  What a mess.

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My fiction writing, particularly on The Extra Credit Club, has come to a crashing halt.  It's a shame, as the first draft is about 95% complete.  Somehow, once and for all, I need to restructure things so that I have a routine fiction writing time.  I don't know why that is so difficult.

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I have not done a TV Fall preview like I usually do.  It's hard to tell what a new season is anymore.  Everything is so scattered.  I have sampled three new broadcast network shows, each with letter grade - Emergence (B), Perfect Harmony (B), and Evil (C).  The Good Place is my favorite returning show.

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Obligatory political part that my Trumpeteer friends wince and skip (or decide to unfollow or unfriend me) - I would argue, of course, that he committed a lot more impeachable offenses than just the Ukraine thing, but it is easily understandable, already well-evidenced, and something the Trump side can not deny, only obfuscate.

The idea that the President and associates can simply refuse to cooperate with the impeachment inquiry is patently ridiculous, and a cause of grave constitutional crisis.  You really think Trump is right in refusing to cooperate?  How would you have reacted if the Obama administration completely stonewalled the Benghazi hearings?  What if, instead of being mercilessly grilled for 11 hours, Hilary Clinton simply refused to show up?

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Wanderingly Yours,

T. M. Strait
















Monday, October 7, 2019

Hell Week Complete: Monday Musings

My character, Constantine Bouc, tries desperately to absorb information from the highly intelligent superstar detective, Hercule Poirot, played with superb flair and confidence by Eli Varnadore.



Hell Week!

It's the pleasant little nickname that community theatre people have for the week when dress rehearsals blend into performances.  Dress rehearsals Monday-Tuesday-Wednesday nights, followed by performances Thursday-Friday-Saturday nights, topped with a Sunday matinee.  Whew!  Since many of those involved have busy day jobs, it can be quite exhausting to follow up daily work with busy late nights at the theatre.

Why do we do it?  The love of putting together something special for the whole community, of sharing our creative talents of spending time in another time and place, transported from our everyday lives. That, and the craft table*.

Some are old hams like myself, addicted to performing.  It's been a delightful contrast to my accounting work, and yes, the applause is a large part of it.  Some love the backstage aspect - getting the train to run on time, and keeping everything on track.  Some are brand new, getting involved in the theatre experience for the first time.  In this play, all the newcomers (or relative newcomers) are doing extraordinarily well.  I hope we will see them all back again soon!

As outstanding production as this is, and as good as many recent productions have been from different theaters in the area, it is getting where fewer and fewer people attend.  Times are changing, and theatre attendance is fading.  I don't know what can be done about it.  I pray that it revives. I cannot imagine community life without local theatre.

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Atlanta United finished second and will be in the MLS playoffs!  For their last game, they had Josef Martinez back (who scored) and beat the New England Revolution 3 to 1.  First team they face in the playoffs?  The New England Revolution.  Sometimes it just works out that way.

I guess the Atlanta Braves are in the MLB playoffs.  I think they're playing the St; Louis Cardinals.  Sadly, I've sort of lost track of baseball.  

The Atlanta Falcons scored 32 points...and lost, the other team scoring 53.

The Michigan Wolverines beat Iowa 10-3.  Iowa was ranked ahead of Michigan, so I guess that was a good outcome.  I'm not sure how I feel.  They won't be National Champions.  They won't get in even if they win out and beat Ohio State.  They'll put in three SEC teams before they put in Michigan.

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Not much to say on the Trump mess.  If you're still on the Trump trail, you need to check your moral compass.  It's broken and needs repairing.

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Until next time,

T. M. Strait





























Friday, October 4, 2019

Crowley Updated: A 2019 Primer




The last we visited Crowley was in the early spring of 2014.

What has happened since?

Remarkably, as politically extreme as she is, Dotty Mathers is the 1st District Congressional Representative.  She edged the more moderate millionaire farmer from Brantley County in the primaries and demolished her Democratic opponent in the general.  Since then, Dotty has continued virtually unopposed, her bizarre proposals occasionally making national news.  She is a faithful supporter of Trump and is often on the front lines of defending him.

Franny Goodkind successfully became a CNA and is working at the Crowley Baptist Retirement Center, where she much beloved by all.  She is studying at Coastal Pines at night, working towards becoming an LPN.  Her relationship with Adam Garnett did not withstand the test of time,  breaking up in 2018.

Tabitha Steel dropped out of South Georgia College after a year and became involved with a handsome conman, an expert in Ponzi schemes, and in selling worthless export/import items at highly inflated prices.  They moved to Thailand, where his import scheme, in conjunction with the Thai mafia, took off big time.  So, in Tabitha's dream where she was choosing between Captain Kirk and Yul Brynner, it looks like she chose the King of Siam.

Tabitha's father died in his fields, of a massive heart attack, in 2017.  That was the last time she was in Crowley, for her father's funeral.  The two Steel sons, Abraham and Johnny, took over the family farm, running it jointly.  Six months ago, they sold it, finally beaten down by the changing weather patterns and the Trump tariffs.

When it looked like tolerance of the LGBT community was growing. Angela divorced her husband in 2015 and married Grace Scope in 2017.  The times were already changing back again, and the school system forced Angela and Grace out, using other made-up charges as an excuse.  Grace eventually got a job in Glynn County schools, but Angela is still looking.  Despite the pain, they are happy but considering moving from Crowley. 

Coffeetown, USA - the chain beanery that replaced the Honey Dew, went under in just two years.  The building has remained empty but was purchased recently by a pair of local investors.  Much of Crowley awaits to see who invested and what it will become, but right now, all of that is shrouded in mystery,

Mattie Goodkind did not beat Sarah Rachel Crowley Franks Steel Compton's longevity record of 105.  She died on March 15th, 2015.  Mattie did follow Rachel's tradition of dying on her birthday, turning 104, on that day.  She did not suffer the indignity of collapsing into her birthday cake.  She did, however, go out cursing like a sailor.  Do not go quietly into the night - that was her motto - and she lived up to it.

Bobby Ray played one glorious season as a backup quarterback for the Georgia Southern Eagles, busted his knee again, dropped out of college, and now splits his time between Delco Auto Sales and Swamptown Vapes.  He and Racine Steel coupled and uncoupled multiple times, but they have now been apart for about three years.  Maybe this time it will stick.

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I consider Crowley Stories my finest writing achievement.  The general public did not agree. No, I have not received negative comments about it (one person was concerned about from whose point of view the first story, Dark Days, was told from).  I just have received very little feedback. Although I must concede, what I have received has been very good - just not enough to make it a big seller.  Since I did it through BookBaby, I have less control over the marketing, and that is very frustrating.

Bottom line is, I don't know if they'll ever be another Crowley book.  But I enjoyed doing this update, and hope to do some more, for those of you who do appreciate my forays into the world of Crowley.

So...

more updates to come!







Tuesday, October 1, 2019

The Truth About My Political Expression



Those who know me primarily from FaceBook see that I am not shy in my political expression.  And unfortunately, as the Trump years have progressed, it's become less about the issues that are important to me and more about MY GOD HOW CAN YOU SUPPORT THAT VILE DISGUSTING DESTRUCTIVE MAN?  CAN'T YOU SEE WHAT HE IS?

What you may not know is that, in my personal life, I talk about politics much less than you think.  It's not that I don't want to.  It's that I'm afraid to.

I live in an area that is still, to this day, solidly behind Trump.  I have progressive friends, thanks to church and Purlie Productions, but for the most part, I am outnumbered and taking a tremendous risk if I open my mouth.

My work ranges from moderate conservatives (who still reluctantly support Trump) to far-right extremists, who are often backed up by their Christian Right religious environment.  It's not that they can't talk about politics.  They can.  Even with clients.  It's that I can't talk about it.  Seriously.  If I do, I could be reported and in big trouble.

Part of the reasoning for this reaches beyond politics.  Although I can write and respond fairly well in print, I am a poor debater in person.  My heart beats faster, and my blood pressure rises, and my emotions get the best of me.  I get loud and strident and less coherent.  I wish I were a better person.  I really do.

This extends into church as well.  I am fortunate to go to an open church, and it probably has a higher percentage of progressives than any other church in our area.  There are people that I can talk to and not have to worry about being attacked.  But that is not everyone.  We have many Trump-style conservatives in our parish as well.  I do not go to adult Sunday School anymore because I couldn't seem to control myself.  Others were dropping out, and I felt like it should be me that withdraws and not them.  So I conceded Sunday School (well, that and transportation issues).

The theatre, particularly WACT (less so Purlie), is a no-politics zone.  This is not only to protect my fellow thespians, but it is also so not to disrupt my own concentration on my part.  I have to stay focused in order to do a good job.  The older I get, the more important my focus is.  Multi-tasking in theatre does not work well with me.

On Facebook, I rarely engage Conservative memes. I don't see the point, as I do not have all day to go back and forth and upset them and upset myself.  On my own memes and postings, I get a few Trumpeteer responses, but I think most Trumpeteers do not respond or have unfollowed me to some degree.

I saw one this morning that tried to list a bunch of so-called climate predictions over the last few decades that have been proven wrong.  It was written with tremendous bile and hatred, nastily dismissing Alexandra Occasio Cortez as a waitress and making fun of Greta Thunberg.  This viewpoint was endorsed by someone I knew who I had talked to for years (before the full ban on talking politics and issues had gone into effect) and whom I thought I was reaching to some degree.  No.  They were still full-fledged climate deniers.

You don't have to look at predictions to know things are going off the rails RIGHT NOW.  Sea levels are rising NOW.  Mass extinctions are going on RIGHT NOW.  Extreme weather events are happening RIGHT NOW.   Glaciers and ice caps are happening NOW.  Global temperatures are rising NOW.  Greta Thunberg is angry for a reason, and you choose just to smart off about her.

It has not been easy being quiet.  It has caused more stress and internalized anger than I have ever experienced.  People I know who seem like good and decent people have sold their souls to a cultural philosophy that will end democracy and wreck the planet.

And even as impeachment becomes clearer and clearer, it gives me little joy for dealing with what I am surrounded with.  If 90% favor impeachment, I will still be living around the 10% that stand firm with him.

Sometimes, it's more than I can take.

I'll continue to strive to be quiet around my Trumpeteer friends.  But here on my own blog or social media?  Sorry.  I'll guess you'll just have to unfriend or unfollow or scroll past it like it's not there.

But if you ever do wake up, please let me know.

I need to have a little bit of hope.