Not Much Brain, But Kind of a Blog

Can I make a Wrist to Forehead Sunday Post?  I am completely inclined to swoon, dramatically posted with the back of one wrist to my forehead, on a handy chaise lounge.  I do not have such a lounge handy, as regular readers may recall.  In general my regular couch or my bed will have to do. I suppose I ought to have a picture of one of them, with me so swooning on it, to illustrate this post.  Alas that I do not.

I do not know if I have any illustration that will help this post.  I also have very little brain to make a post, which should come as no surprise to anyone.

No brain, from the Planet Arous or otherwise.

I feel a little happy that I find the picture of The Brain from the Planet Arous to illustrate my own lack of brain.  I never have made an index of my Media Library for just such occasions.  I keep thinking I am going to, but I never seem to.

Big poop, little poop.

I did not know where to go with my post from there, so I share a picture of fake poo.  I am afraid my posts are a little bit of excrement.  I can only hope my readers will forgive me.

On the brighter side, I have made some semblance of a post, so I can say I am still a daily blogger. As always, I thank you for tuning in.

 

I Finally Make It to the Farmer’s Market!

This morning I went to Frankfort Farmer’s Market at the Frankfort Marina.  Yay!  I had a great time, sipped some iced espresso, bought some produce, chatted up nice people, and did not take nearly enough pictures.

They were so cool!

These were Noodles and Cotton Candy the clowns.  They were not my first stop, but I wanted to lead with the most colorful picture.  They were painting faces and making balloon animals, but I did not indulge in either one.  My first stop was Sugar and Milk, to get a Salted Caramel Cookie Butter Iced Espresso.  Yum!  And I needed the pick-me-up.

Eventually I may try everything!

I walked around chatting with a number of vendors and informational tables.  I admired some 3D printing, took a few freebies from the Catholic Charities table, and talked to the table highlighting the roadways and Erie Canal trails.  My Mom suggested I get my bicycle back in shape and take up cycling in lieu of running.  It is not a bad idea, and there is a cycle shop right in Herkimer (where I live).

Please ignore the messy background.

I was happy I had taken a free bag from Catholic Charities when I purchased the produce.  I got grape tomatoes, a cucumber, and kale.  I got the more bitter kind.

“Bitter is better,” the guy suggested.

“I’m a bitter bitch,” I told him.  I do love alliteration.  It was quite a large bunch of kale.  In fact, I think I have eaten kale only once in my life, but I remember liking it.  Also, I understand it is quite healthy, and I recently got quite the lecture from one of my doctors about making my health a priority.  I will see what I can do about consuming all that kale.

My only regret was that Heelpath Brewing was not yet open.  I would have enjoyed topping off my shopping adventure with a glass of wine or a beer.  Oh well, we can’t have everything.  I did enjoy the farmer’s market.  It was my first one this summer.  Considering I started the summer on crutches, I cannot scold myself too much over it.  I am just happy I finally made it to one.

 

A Few Blooms, Very Little Order

As I was struggling behind my power mower (but so very grateful it started on the second try), I thought I might do a Lawn Order blog post in lieu of my usual Lame Post Friday post (oh, I do love that expression “in lieu of”).  I even started narrating it in my head.  I do that when I am running too (oh, I hope I will run again!) for Running Commentary posts.  For one reason, I had already taken a picture of my Rose of Sharon, which finally bloomed.

Not as many blossoms as other years, but pretty!

During another bout with the lawn, I had battled the wild grape vines which were threatening to overrun the poor bush.  I guess I met with some success, but I must get out and continue the fight.

Lots of Black-Eyed Susans!

While I was out there, I got a wider shot of the Black-Eyed Susans.  They certainly have spread and are thriving.  Before I started mowing this morning I noticed a very few Brown-Eyed Susans up by the deck.  In past years, we have enjoyed many of those, but this year not so much.  For one reason, I left a bunch of leaves from last fall lying around, soggily discouraging things.  On the brighter side, they also discouraged a lot of grass growing, which made my mowing easier.   Of course it is not the most attractive of sights, but I will do what I can to improve it, especially if I ever invite people over.

I mowed around them.

Speaking of people coming over, I think I had better try to get the inside of my house in better shape as well.  But that’s a whole other blog post.

 

Is There Such A Thing?

I do not know what is wrong with me lately, but when I try to write, I am blank.  That is why I say I suffer from Writer’s Blank rather than Writer’s Block.  I do not feel there are stories inside of me unable to get out.  I feel there is a vast wasteland where my brain ought to be.  All this by way of introduction to yet another Throwback Thursday, because at least I hope I can manage some semblance of a blog post.

See the papers in those people’s hands? That’s all me!

To prove to myself that I did so write something sometime, I flash back to the last murder mystery I wrote,  A Revolutionary Murder, which was very well received both times it was performed.  In fact, I wrote two different endings to it, in case we had an overlap of audience.  Now that I think about it, it was during rehearsals and the second performance for this one that the pain in my leg started getting really bad.  I have not written much since.  Oh dear.

You may have seen this bunch before.

I search further in the past for more inspiration, October 2017 and A G.R.A.V.E. Murder. That was a fun one, and it featured my late, dearly missed husband Steve (he is the handsome man on the right).

I have been writing a few things here and there, entries in various journals (regular readers may recall I have several), blog posts, a very few letters.  I must strive to do better.  In the meantime, I am over 250 words.  A writer friend assured me, writing about not writing is still writing.  True?  Discuss amongst yourselves.

 

Waste Not, Want Not, If Only I Could Whine Not!

I knew I would be happy to do a Waste Not Want Not Wednesday blog post this week.  My cold still plagues me with a terrific headache and a nasty throat.  Yes, I am still whining and crying about it.  I always say, go with your strengths.  I had two cups of hot tea with lemon and honey this morning and ate the lemon slices.  I read that somewhere: you eat the lemon skin and all after it soaks in the tea.  The skin is soft and you get all that vitamin C.  I guess it hasn’t kicked in yet.  Never mind that; on with the blog post.

That’s me: all falling apart.

I took a picture of one of these broken trees from another angle some months ago but doubt I can find it in my Media Library, at least without an intensive search.  I have long thought of going through my Media Library month by month and making an index, a task which becomes more daunting as each month passes.

School’s Out! But not for long!

I noticed when I drove by the school the other day that the seniors’ parking spaces had all been painted over white.  I look forward to see what next years’ seniors will paint.  That made a nice few blog posts.

They grow up so fast.

I took this picture just because I was so fascinated by how the sidewalk was being encroached upon, but now I find it emblematic of my life.  My path forward is constantly blocked by obstacles.  In April I was walking or running daily, looking forward to the Boilermaker 15K and trying to get other stuff done.  Then my body betrayed me and I spent time on the couch, on crutches, etc. (perhaps you read a few of my blog posts about it).  I get on some medication, finally start physical therapy, things are looking up!  Then I get this nasty cold with a killer headache!

AAAAaaaand I am back to whining and crying.  You see how I am.  But at least I have made a Wednesday blog post.  As always, I thank you for tuning in.

 

Temporary Aches and Pains

I am taking a Blogger’s Sick Day today.  At least it is something a little different to whine and cry about.  Yesterday I had that sick headache which you get with the flu or a cold, and my throat was sore.  It could have been allergies, but I felt like crap.  However, I made it to Physical Therapy and the Ilion Village Board meeting, and even got the trash and recyclables taken out in between.  Oh and I took a walk and made a blog post about it (perhaps you read it).

Today I managed to write my article for the Daily Sentinel but did not drive around getting a good picture to go with it.  However, I had foresightedly (what, Chromebook, foresightedly is not a word? It should be) taken a couple of shots at the meeting, which went along far too long for my head to be happy about, but that was no surprise.

Part of the Veterans Memorial.

The meeting took place in the Veterans Memorial Auditorium of the Village Municipal Building, to accommodate the members of the public who wanted to attend.  It is nice seeing people becoming informed and participating.

Now I am feeling more sore of throat, more headachey, and more tired.  At least I have made some semblance of a blog post.  I shall try the effects of a cup of hot tea with lemon and honey.

 

No Monsters, But Monday Mosey

My well-wishers will be pleased to know I started walking again.  Today I took my cellphone with me so I could do a Pedestrian Post with Pictures in lieu of my usual Monstrous Monday (no promises about Tuesday).  I had neglected to charge my Garmin so paused for a cup of tea before I headed out.  I was still well ahead of the heat of the day.  I strolled down German Street, feeling pleased that I could.  I must say it is so wild to me to feel perfectly capable of walking down the street when two months ago I couldn’t make it to the bathroom without lying down halfway and taking a break (for those of you who thought I was done whining about my aches and pains, I do not know why you got your hopes up).

Trees are so cool!

I had noticed the branches of this tree on a previous walk and thought it would make a good picture.  I’m nobody’s photographer, but for purposes of this blog, I will have to do.

Alas, that you probably cannot read the sign.

Just to give a plug to a local business, Raindrops on Roses Bed and Breakfast.  They also have a wine tasting room with a garden (perhaps you read my blog posts about it).  They sometimes have music in the summer.  I know this, because they recently had to cancel one due to weather.  I must watch for another.  For one reason, it would make a good blog post.  For another, wine.

I do like to see running water.

I paused to take a picture while going over the bridge which was recently replaced there.  Very nice.  It wasn’t such an inconvenience going around while they were working on it, but it is always nice when these projects are finished.

Still known as HCCC or H-trip-C to locals.

I also took a picture of the college sign.  I took other pictures as I continued to walk, but I see I am over 300 words now.  I thought as I was going that more than three would be too many but also thought I could always use them in a Waste Not Want Not Wednesday post.  It is nice to have plans for the rest of the week.

 

Post-Lobster Post

I suppose some people are waiting for a Post-Lobster Post, to follow yesterday’s Pre-Lobster post.  I traveled with some of my Elks friends to Cobleskill Elks Lodge where they were having their annual Lobsterfest.  The others had been there before, but this was my first fest and indeed my first full lobster. Yikes!  I heard they were hard to get into.

Yes, wine was involved.

I did not remember to take a picture of my two lobsters and all the fixings.  Instead I had at the first one right away, working with a nutcracker and determination.  I did not even begin the second one but had brought a couple gallon storage bags to take leftovers home in.  I brought home the corn on the cob, cole slaw, and watermelon, too, although I did eat the salt potatoes.

I put in for several items on the basket raffle too, but did not get lucky this time.  I also got in on the 50/50 and a wooden rocking chair raffle, so I feel I supported the Cobleskill Elks Lodge.

Only part of our fun bunch!

On the way home, we stopped at the Esperance Elks Lodge, just to say hello.  That’s the fun part about being an Elk, lots of lodges to check out.

I did not go up these stairs.

We also stopped for ice cream.  I got a root beer float with chocolate ice cream.  Yum!  It was quite the fun day, and I have a whole lobster in my refrigerator, waiting for me to crack it open and enjoy.

 

Pre-Lobster Post

I am posting in haste (posthaste, a rarely used word these days) (and I do not know why my Chromebook capitalized haste.  Is that the name of a city somewhere? No, I’m not going to Google it, or even DuckDuckGo it!).  Where was I?  Ah yes, I think I am ready to leave for the Cobleskill Elks Lodge Lobsterfest.  For $45 I get two lobsters and all the fixings, which I believe include corn on the cob, cole slaw (capitalized cole, but I know that’s a name), and salt potatoes.  I only hope I can crack open the lobster.

Maybe I should go to a fish fry instead.

As usual, I throw in a picture to pep things up.  This is from Herkimer Elks Lodge (to which I belong)’s Lenten Fish Fry. I do love a good fish fry, although I often opt for the broiled or baked.  It isn’t just the calories; my stomach has gotten oh so finicky in its old age.

Isn’t she pretty?

This is one of my Elks friends I am going to the fest with, Michele.  That’s my tiara she is wearing.  When I wore it for Four Old Broads on the High Seas with Players of Utica last July (fun times), sometimes I wore it to the Lodge before or after rehearsals. I love that tiara.  However, I shall not wear it to Lobster Fest (I wonder if that’s one word).

I see I am over 200 words.  Score!  Now to make sure I am truly ready to go.  All three earrings in, etc.

 

Better to Have Lamed…

Hello and welcome to another Lame Post Friday blog post.  It is, I am afraid, the best I can do today.  I am feeling down, but you’ll have that.  It is really no reason for concern.  I have not been out and about today, except to do some little bit of yard work (nothing work taking pictures and writing a blog post about, unfortunately).   But it is Lame Post Friday, the day when I indulge in random observations and half-baked philosophy.  What can I come up with today?

Oh! It’s a bird house!

When I looked at this picture all small in my Media Library, I had no idea what it was.  Silly me!  The picture was taken in 2020, when we were all hunkered down trying to avoid COVID.  I was putting up decorations here and there, trying to cheer the place up.  Perhaps I should make some efforts in that direction again.  First I have to clean.  Damn.

Sure looks different now!

Fast forward about a year from when the last picture was taken to August 2021, and look at all the Brown-Eyed Susans I had.  It was amazing!  This is actually the area of the deck I was working on this morning, once again battling the wild grapevines (if only I could  make wild wine, we could come to some sort of an agreement).  It does not look like this.  Not a single Brown-Eyed Susan do I have, alas.

I do not know if any of those count as random observations or half-baked philosophy, and I am thinking probably not.  However, I observe (not so randomly, unfortunately) that I am over 250 words.  I think that counts as good for a Friday blog post, Lame or otherwise (I guess all my posts are somewhat lame).  I philosophize that a lame post is better than no post at all.  Have I used that as a title already? I fear so.