October 26, 2012
So Very Tired. Also, Murder Was In the Air
Yesterday the weather was glorious, so Hil and I went for a bike ride. Today the weather was supposed to be good until mid-afternoon, so I decided to go on a solo ride after lunch.
The bad weather arrived a little sooner than expected, so while I remained dry, it got quite windy. "How windy was it?", I hope at least one of you is asking? Well, my ride was basically a square. In order, I did the eastbound section at 18 mph, the northbound section at 12 mph, the westbound section at 18 mph, and the southbound section at 21 mph.
When I get back from a ride, I normally take a quick cold shower to rinse off the sweat and get my body temperature back to normal. Today, I took a long hot shower just to feel normal again. Then I sat around blankly for an hour, I think because I had exhausted my glucose reserves and wasn't thinking very clearly.
After dinner, Hilary and I went to the Ghostlight Theatre, a local church that has been converted to a playhouse. They put on plays with amateur local actors, many of them written by their artistic director. Every October they put on a scary drama, and this year it was The Spiral Staircase, based on the 1933 novel Some Must Watch by Ethel Lina White. It's been adapted for the large and small screens at least four times, and there has also been a radio play. I am a little embarrassed that I'd never heard of it.
The story is set in a mansion in small-town Massachussets, where a serial killer has murdered three handicapped women within the last few days. One of the maids in the mansion, Helen, is mute, and general suspicion is that she will be the next victim. But who is the killer? I confess I guessed incorrectly, because the correct suspect was behaving so incredibly suspiciously that I assumed it was a red herring. Congratulations are in order to the late Ms. White for having used my expectations of the genre against me.
The acting was decent enough, about what one would expect from volunteer community theater. Ironically, the worst actor of the lot was the theater company's artistic director, who directs every show that they put on. He over-emoted, playing far too over-the-top for my taste. But all in all, it was a good time. It was short enough that it didn't drag on, and the rain held off until after we got home.
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The bad weather arrived a little sooner than expected, so while I remained dry, it got quite windy. "How windy was it?", I hope at least one of you is asking? Well, my ride was basically a square. In order, I did the eastbound section at 18 mph, the northbound section at 12 mph, the westbound section at 18 mph, and the southbound section at 21 mph.
When I get back from a ride, I normally take a quick cold shower to rinse off the sweat and get my body temperature back to normal. Today, I took a long hot shower just to feel normal again. Then I sat around blankly for an hour, I think because I had exhausted my glucose reserves and wasn't thinking very clearly.
After dinner, Hilary and I went to the Ghostlight Theatre, a local church that has been converted to a playhouse. They put on plays with amateur local actors, many of them written by their artistic director. Every October they put on a scary drama, and this year it was The Spiral Staircase, based on the 1933 novel Some Must Watch by Ethel Lina White. It's been adapted for the large and small screens at least four times, and there has also been a radio play. I am a little embarrassed that I'd never heard of it.
The story is set in a mansion in small-town Massachussets, where a serial killer has murdered three handicapped women within the last few days. One of the maids in the mansion, Helen, is mute, and general suspicion is that she will be the next victim. But who is the killer? I confess I guessed incorrectly, because the correct suspect was behaving so incredibly suspiciously that I assumed it was a red herring. Congratulations are in order to the late Ms. White for having used my expectations of the genre against me.
The acting was decent enough, about what one would expect from volunteer community theater. Ironically, the worst actor of the lot was the theater company's artistic director, who directs every show that they put on. He over-emoted, playing far too over-the-top for my taste. But all in all, it was a good time. It was short enough that it didn't drag on, and the rain held off until after we got home.
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