Fun at Fall Fest

AAAaaaand it’s back to late posts as I sit here after 8 a.m. on a Sunday morning making a post from Saturday.  In my defense, never mind my defense, explanations are tiresome.  But I pause to put on more hot water for another cup of tea (still have not replenished my supply of coffee, if you can believe such a thing).

Picture to denote passage of time while I put on tea water.

When in doubt, lead with a beautiful blond, that’s my motto.  In this case, it is my sister, noted author Diane E. Young.  This is her table at yesterday’s Fall Fest at Bellamy Harbor Park in Rome, NY.  Some 22 vendors gathered on a beautiful fall day.  Most of the vendors offered treats for kids that showed up in a variety of Halloween costumes, and a fun time was had by all.

The trees cooperated, too!

I walked around and looked at the various vendors.  I was especially taken with Yardzee at one of the wood-working tents: giant dice in a five gallon bucket for an outdoor version of the game.  I took a card.  Wait, I must find it and plug that business.

Another picture to denote passage of time while I look for my purse.

John’s Rustic Arts.  It seems he has a Facebook page too.  I don’t have another picture to share while I look for that.  I purchased a stone skull at another booth, where I stupidly did not get a card.  Maybe I can poke around Facebook and find out who that was and plug them in a future post.

In the meantime, I am over 250 words and must get on with my Sunday.  I hope to do a Sunday post today and be caught up again, but no promises.  I hope you are all doing well, and as always, I thank you for tuning in.

 

Another Friday Night Lame

I thought I would make my Lame Post Friday post on Friday.  How hard can it be?  It’s a Lame Post!  And I’m a Lame Brain!  I can’t even think of anything to say.  Quick, throw in a picture and talk about that!

That’s Lam not Lame, me!

My sister Cheryl and I drove by Montezuma Winery in Old Forge, NY on our way to Tupper Lake to see the Trolls on Wednesday, but, alas, did not stop.  If I am dying to go wine tasting, there is a tasting at Valley Wine and Liquor in Herkimer till six.  My Chromebook tells me it is about quarter to four right now.  I could make it.

I don’t think these trees are there any more.

I throw in a splash of fall color for good measure.  I have been enjoying some of the colors around here but have not seen any trees fully engulfed so far.  I suppose if I walked to the liquor store for the tasting I might see some color.

I am a shadow of my former self.

In fact I am sitting on my couch wondering what I should do with my evening.  My Elks Lodge is having OctoberFest, but do I really want to get dressed up and go out to eat?  The longer I sit and ponder, the less I feel like it.  How lame is that?  Don’t I always go out on Friday night?

Well, I will figure this one out on my own.  In the meantime, I am over 200 words of a silly blog post.  Happy Friday, everyone!

 

Late Post, Treasured Memories

I am later than usual on my late post this morning but I am going for a Throwback Thursday so that just means I have to throw a little further back.  Yes, I have trolls and a little more parking lot art to blog about, but I also have a few aches and pains and, oh never mind all my petty problems, let’s just get on with the post.

Who doesn’t love to act in pajamas?

I am in the mood for a theatre throwback, and what better theatre memories than ones including my late, dearly loved husband Steve?  Here we are in the last act of Splitting Issues at Ilion Little Theatre in 2015.   Steve had a little trouble learning his lines, because they included a lot of lists, but he was brilliant in the part.  And we got to kiss at the end.

This was the wallpaper on my dining-room-tabletop till it finally died.

This was what Steve referred to as “our big scene” in Harvey in 2012.  He was Dr. Chumley, I was Veda.

Not exactly a play.

OK, this is a Steven Throwback Thursday moreso than Theatre Throwback.  This is me impersonating the ghost of Roxalana Druse at a fundraiser at Herkimer’s 1834 Jail, with Steve standing by like the supportive husband he always was.

I know I have shared these pictures many times, and I will no doubt share them again.  What can I say? I miss him every day but treasure the memories.  I hope you all had a lovely Thursday.

 

Tired from Trolls, But Waste Not Want Not!

Here I am, making my Wuss-out Wednesday post on Thursday morning, and I feel as if it is still Tired Tuesday, because, damn.  In my defense, I went with my sister Cheryl yesterday to see the Trolls in Tupper Lake, NY. It was quite a long drive and we walked and walked through the nature trail looking for those trolls.  I foolishly did not wear my Garmin, so I do not know how many miles we walked, but there were a lot of hills.

The sleeping troll shows how I feel, and a little bit how I look.

I will do a longer post about the trolls and the Wild Center, where they are displayed till the end of the month.  Right now I am too tired and only waiting till I meet my friends for breakfast in a couple of hours to have some of that magic elixir, coffee (I know, the magic does not work for all, please let the rest of us enjoy it).

Somebody playing a sad song, to be sarcastically sorry for me for being so tired?

I actually would not be surprised if the tune was a bit from Wicked or its sequel, whose name escapes me (I never saw either, nor read the book).  This is, of course, another Herkimer High School Senior parking space.  Perhaps that makes this a Waste Not Want Not Wednesday.

Mel Brooks, what a genius.

I was pleased to see one of the younger generation looking forward to Spaceballs: The New One, due sometime in 2027.  I admire Mel Brooks tremendously.  If you don’t know what I am talking about, I encourage you to look it up.  And watch the first Spaceballs, as well as Young Frankenstein and any other Mel Brooks movies you can find.

Well now I have babbled on for some 300 words and am marginally closer to breakfast.  I do not know why I feel I must drag myself out of bed so early when breakfast is not till eight, but so it is.  I guess I mostly wanted to make this blog post.  Therefore, I thank you for tuning in.

 

Love That Parking Lot Art!

The late blog posts continue as I share more Herkimer High School senior artwork in a Tired Tuesday post. Why am I so tired?  Operator Error as usual.  It is discouraging to feel I have only myself to blame, yet it is also empowering, because in that case I must also hold the means to correct my ills.  But this is half-baked philosophy more suited to Lame Post Friday.  Let us get on with today’s, uh, I mean yesterday’s blog post.

Hearts and stripes forever!

Now a patriotic tune is playing in my head.  You know, “hearts and stripes,” like “stars and stripes”?  I need more tea.  Maybe a cup of coffee.  My coffee supply is low, but perhaps I have enough for a cup.

Picture to denote passage of time while I put on coffee.

I scavenged and scraped (how’s that for alliteration?) the last of my coffee from the can and had enough for four (two) cups.  I do not think I mentioned that I have a new coffee maker.  I was tired of waiting a half hour or more for my morning or afternoon Java. I got a five-cup instead of a twelve-, and it is the cutest thing!  It will be less handy when I have people over, but how often does that happen?

And I just this minute realized I used a picture that features  “Dunkin'”, arguably better known for their coffee than donuts these days.  Don’t you just love it when Fate takes a hand for the better?

More stripes, and I’ve seen that blog before!

The space on the right looks busy, but intriguingly so.  I must get back and take individual pictures.  If I keep to my usual rule of three pics per post, this could last me till the snow flies!

 

Another Late Post, More Artwork

I was about to start this post, “I jumped out of bed all bright-eyed and bushy-tailed,” which would not have been entirely inappropriate since I also write fiction.  I pondered whether I had dragged, heaved, coaxed, or wallowed myself out of bed, eventually concluding that this was not really the point.  The point is: it is Tuesday morning and I am doing Monday’s blog post.  My late posting habit continues.  Quick, throw in a picture to pep things up!

I try a different perspective

I remembered after I took this one that I do not know how to turn a picture 90 degrees.  I lead with this one because I feel it is symbolic of how my life sometimes feels like it is turning sideways.  Does anybody remember the independent films Sideways with Paul Giamotti and Thomas Haden Church?  It was hilarious, and wine was prominently featured.  I should watch it again  to see if it could teach me any life lessons.

The classics hold up.

I segue from my messed up life back to the Herkimer High School seniors’ artwork.  I was a little surprised to see Snoopy, but I guess Peanuts has never really gone away.  Batman, of course, is continually being reinvented.

Peace, among other things.

It is very nice to see the Peace sign still prominently featured.  And I guess that is a good note to end on.  The real reason I dragged myself out of bed (picked a verb!) was to finish my article on the Herkimer Town Board for the Daily Sentinel.  Then I hope to meet friends for a late breakfast or early lunch (I was not clear on which) Pellettieri Joe’s in Utica (yes, I know, I could call it Brunch, but I feel that is something you have on a Sunday. I don’t really know about these things).  I guess I can call this a writing warm-up.  Thank you for participating.

 

The Seniors Are At It Again

Well I am back to my old bad habits of posting early(ish) the next morning for the previous day’s post.  I had such good intentions yesterday (Sunday).  I sat down to make a poopy Wrist to Forehead Sunday post when I thought of taking a walk to pep myself up and make a Pedestrian Post.  Then I remembered the Herkimer High School senior had once again painted their parking spaces.  I could take pictures of that!  I set out in high spirits.

Maybe I’ll come back and take better pictures., especially of that one-eyed blob.

It felt so good to walk. This was a great idea!  Then I thought I should walk for two miles.  For one reason, my sister Cheryl wants to go see some trolls in Tupper Lake (cue jokes about dating prospects in Tupper Lake), and it is about a two mile walk.  I should be sure I can walk two miles.

A little better view of these two.

I went to the high school first, which my Garmin told me was about a third of a mile.  I tried to get pictures of all the painted spaces, but there was a car parked in one.  Also, as I tried to get more than one space in a shot, I don’t think I did justice to them.

Well, one does what one can after all.

My two mile goal had not sounded so bad, but my hip started hurting after one.  Oh dear.  It was such a difference from when I started out and it felt so good!  I decided to just go home.  But that little voice in my head kept nagging at me to go two miles.  As I got closer to home, I kept looking at my Garmin and pondering.  I went around an extra block.  And then I walked past my house.  I made it for two miles!  Yay me!

And then I felt too tired to make a blog post about it.  So I read a book, fooled around on Facebook, did a couple of puzzles in a puzzle book… And put off my blog post till just now.  On the brighter side, I am over 350 words and the post is more than just me whining about not making a post.  Additionally, I have several more pictures to share.  Will I make my Monday blog post on Monday?  A little uncertainty adds interest to my day.

 

Scatterbrained Saturday Pre-Golf Post

Good Saturday morning!  I am sitting on my couch, not lounged for once, because I am wearing outdoor sneakers (just to give you an accurate picture; I don’t know why I feel so moved to include these details, but so it is), one eye on the clock at the bottom of my Chromebook, because a friend is picking me up at 8:30.  We are volunteering at the Herkimer Elks Falling Leaves Golf Tournament.  I’ve never volunteered for a golf tournament before, nor yet played real golf (only the miniature kind, which I am pretty bad at).  The nice Elks will tell me what to do.

Some of the nice Elks I may encounter today.

I thought I should put in a picture to pep things up. This picture is from when a bunch of us went to Lobster Fest at Cobleskill Elks Lodge.  I had to pause to look up which Elks Lodge it was.  I knew it was a hard C, but all I could think of was Constableville and Canajoharie.  Just to continue to demonstrate what an airhead I am this morning.

If only ducks were involved, I would have no worries!

I close with a duck I won in a claw machine at Boulevard Diner in Whitesboro (to sneak in a shout-out to a local business).  I believe I subsequently presented this to another Elk for her birthday, but perhaps that was a different duck.  Regular readers may remember that I like ducks, although mine are seldom in a row (and at least one is a frog).

And on that note, I will duck out (see what I did there?) and make sure I am ready for my golf tournament volunteer adventure!  Happy Saturday, everyone!

 

Nice Necklace on Lame Post Friday

It’s Lame Post Friday, the day when I let myself off the hook and post random observations and half-baked philosophy.  I know, what is my excuse the other days? It’s not easy being a daily blogger, but it is a fun hobby.  Similarly, it’s not easy being me, but it is usually entertaining.

Look at the necklace, not the face.  Wait, strike that!

My skill at taking selfies does not seem to increase with time.  I was about to say then again, the subject matter is not the most attractive, but then I remembered that words have power and we should not denigrate ourselves, even in jest (here’s some of that half-baked philosophy I warned you about).  Additionally, we are not the best judges of our own looks.  How many people have you thought looked lovely or at least perfectly nice, only to hear them bemoan how awful they look?  But the point of this selfie is my new necklace.

It is from One Of A Kind Designs Handcrafted Jewelry by Debora Bruce.  I’ve known Debbie since elementary school, and she makes some wonderful jewelry, which she sells on Facebook (I tried to make a link to the page, but regular readers know how technology eludes me).  I wonder if I can find a picture of the bracelet I got from her a while ago.

Wait, this is a different one!

I forgot I got this pink one more recently.  I was thinking of a purple one.  Hmmm….

Here it is!

I suppose I have plenty of pictures of me reaching for a glass of wine or toasting or otherwise enjoying a libation.  Then again, it is Friday.  Many people enjoy a drink on a Friday.  Hey, what am I doing sitting here typing into my computer?  Happy Hour awaits!

 

I Haven’t Had Any Chardonnay

Oh I cannot think of anything to make my Thursday blog post about. I had breakfast at the Java Shop, just to give  a shout-out to a local business.  It seems I went to another local business recently, but of course I cannot remember it at this point.

Always a good idea to start with a good breakfast!

I walked to breakfast, walking a little longer than needed to stop by the ATM, and took an even longer walk back, just because it felt so good.  One might say I appreciate walking more after spending most of June on my couch, and that is true, but I have always enjoyed walking.

Something I might have seen while walking.

I quite frankly do not know why I took this picture.  I found it in my Media Library while looking for a picture of something I saw on my walk.  I’m pretty sure this is my street, so I saw it this morning and again this afternoon when I was walking.

Just a little color.

I close with a picture of fall colors, because I have been noticing some of those on my walks and drives (alas no runs yet!).  I do love fall.

I guess this will have to do for my blog post for today.  If only I can think of a punchy headline, I can get away with calling this a Non-Sequitur Thursday post.  As always, I thank you for tuning in.