Sunday

So I did the usual Sunday things, then jumped in the shower, washed my hair, and prepared for my Dudley House docent duties. Also, I was alerted by Facebook that Hedda Gabler took place ten years ago! I appeared as the aunt and here I am in everyday clothing (!) and in mourning: 

Here's the full cast--boy, that was a great group:

I doubt very much if I could successfully memorize that much dialogue today, let alone the nuances, blocking, and so on. 

As long a I'm into show-bizzy stuff, here's some info related to my "performance" of yesterday. The Access Van dropped me off right at 1:00, Other docents and I chatted until people came in. Lynne did the first batch (downstairs only; Stacy does upstairs), then I did my turn with downstairs. I led three groups and the tours went well; I had to glance at my notes only a few times. 

Here are a few pics of the Dudley House venue. On the lawn, some ladies and gentlemen--including the sheriff and his deputy--were playing croquet: 

The front hall:

(I think the "safety strips" on the stairs are an abomination. Good grief, nobody could mistake those steps for a flat surface!)

Parlour and dining room. 

Lynne and one of the old cars that were displayed outside.

Dudley House is open only from 1:00 to 4:00, but Lynne and others had to close up and I helped. Lynne took me home and I didn't get in until after 5:00, but that was okay.

I'm in my good sleep phase, I'm happy to say, and didn't get up until 5:30.  One of our little social sessions at Suzanne's this evening, and I'm looking forward to catching up with the virgins.