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I accompanied my mom to the Sal Army on Wednesday to procure costume pieces for the upcoming Revels production. We did pretty well -- we needed proper coats for the ship's captain and first mate, and I found a real naval officer's wool coat, complete with gold buttons and braid! We found another nice coat with gold buttons that we will add braid to, and voila - a captain's coat.
But the best find of the day was a total fluke. We walked in, and I grabbed a shopping cart -- always a tough find on a Wednesday, as it's family day and the store is crowded. I asked if it was anybody's cart -- nope, someone had just checked out and left it there. In the bottom of the cart was a gray plastic case. I had my suspicions as to the contents, but I left it be for the moment. It wasn't until we were checking out when I opened it and discovered -- to my glee -- an unused TENS machine, complete with electrodes and all associated bits and pieces. I of course bought it on the spot -- I had one prescribed for me when I first was injured, but the insurance company had screwed me out of getting one. My shoulder woes have been getting worse and worse, and we'd been pricing just buying one outright, but hadn't gotten the money together for it.
But now I have one. clemve checked it out thoroughly -- it is both clean and works fine. My shoulder is getting buzzed even as I type. It feels divine, and muscles are releasing that haven't released in ages. Ahhhhhh! Thank you, Universe!
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Ahem. Check it, mes amis, I WON! I'm feeling a bit smug. And yeah, I am going to keep going now that I've collected my goodies-- and I'll be collecting the link for Scrivener's discount, too, when it's available-- but I had to post and squee and share the glee. :D Of course, I'm only about half-done with the book, so there's a lot of writing to keep doing, which means another word-bar for that. And you get to keep up with the merry ride that is me finishing a novel. :) Today's WIN bar: 50315 / 50000 words. 101% done! And the next goal bar: 50315 / 100000 words. 50% done! (I'm estimating that the final wordcount will be around 100K. I don't really know-- it might end up less than that. The novel will be done when it's done, and I'll announce that, whether I hit 100K or not.) Current Mood:  ecstatic
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And damp. And miserable.
I got the train into Manchester today to do the Continental Markets.
Train to Altrincham, tram from there, easy.
I had Glühwein, before the sun was over the yard arm! Drank it while talking to the security lady who was standing near by, she was only two hours into a 12 hour shift, but happy enough to pass the time of day.
Bought some bits and bobs of xmas pressies and some Lush Tramp body wash for me. I was aiming for Yo! Sushi in Selfridges for lunch but they were packed so had to survive on a latte and sandwich at a Costa in the Arndale. Should have been meeting a co-worker too but the power down she was being dragged into town to cover was canceled. I joined a table with two ladies lunching (there were no free tables) and spent a happy lunch time talking them. Yes, I will talk to anyone, including complete strangers. They were very jolly.
The Arndale seems much improved and modernised but it's still soulless and soon bores me, not interested in most of the shops. But I did pop into O/d/y/s/s/e/y 7, sorry, Forbidden Planet, I was a regular and sometime worker there in the 1980's, lovely to see Janet and the old crowd, lots of good memories from when the old shop was down in the student area off Oxford Road.
Came home about 2pm, did the weeks shopping, now tired as a very tired thing. And cold.
Early night tonight, I think.
FF
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There's going to be a lot of this over the next several days. "Nobody" is in town over Thanksgiving break, so TDF is chock-full of cool plays. Plus, we have friends with local family, who are in town, and ettling for some good theatre. Which we are delighted to provide. Last night, it was a Professor of South American and Gay Literature and The Age of Iron at the Classic Repertory Company. I'd have to call The Age of Iron a Frankenplay, or perhaps a simple stew: Take two parts Heywood and one part Shakespeare, dice fine, mix judiciously, mount handsomely, and serve up hot, on sand. In this case it was Troilus and Cressida and Iron Age (no, didn't know it either, although I probably read it in 1980 when I was working on my dissertation because I read everything in 1980). Troilus and Cressida is about lechery and war--and young love and disappointment and what nobility means. It's full of difficult and complicated poetry and complex emotions and spleen and interesting characters. The Iron Age (on available evidence) is about war and lechery--and noble sentiments and characters drawn from Morality Plays. It's full of rhyming couplets and some nicely-turned phrases (including "is the the face that launched a thousand ships," (which he definitely stole from Marlowe, since the play was written in 1632, but there's no shame in that--stealing from the best was the order of the day. Shakespeare did it constantly.)) and a lot of sententiae (potted moral statements), and a really good dying speech for Ajax. Put them together, you get a play about the whole course of the Trojan War, from the seduction of Helen to the fall of Ilium's cloud-kissing towers and the death of the whole cast except the doughty (and wily) Ulysses. Yes, I enjoyed it. Lots. The production was very cool--a huge sand-pit, surrounded by audience and plexiglass sides with lights in them and red and white draperies on a framework above. The Trojans and Greeks were dressed alike in black doublets and slops and long boots. The women were all in sand colors, to blend in with the background and point up just how peripheral they really were to a war that was mostly about property and honor and the good, old-fashioned fun of a big, bloody fight. The acting was excellent (with the possible exception of Graham Winton as Agamemnon, who we saw in Man for All Seasons last year, and thought was weak there, too). Everybody could speak the verse and project--two quarrels I frequently have with Americans playing Shakespeare. Steven Skybell as Ulysses, Elliot Villar as Hector, and Steven Rattazzi as Thersites were particularly wonderful, managing to bring real human depth to the wiliness, nobility, and cynicism that dominate their characters. Gotta say, though. I missed Pandarus. I liked the seduction of Helen and the expanded fight at the feast Priam threw for the Greeks, but the scenes at the end, though they completed the narrative, seemed anticlimactic after the harrowing death of Troilus. I just didn't care what happened to Achilles or Ajax or even Andromache--nobody had made me care enough for them, personally, to shed a tear at their deaths. And maybe that's the real difference between Heywood and Shakespeare. Heywood tried to make us care about them all, and succeeded mostly in deadening our response to the horror of war. Shakespeare made us care about two of them, and succeeded in making their tragedy stand for the general tragedy of war. Now I have to go get dressed for brunch with more out-of-town friends, and a matinee of a play called Or. Which I'll tell you about tomorrow. Tags: play, review
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back 
relaxed
contemplative
hungry
amused
blah
cheerful
tired
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