I had really meant to do something blogworthy yesterday. If nothing else, I fully intended to run this morning, which is always good for a few paragraphs. Well, anybody who read my lame post yesterday (which I don’t recommend) would know I was prostrated by a sinus headache. I barely made my post at all. I woke up this morning headache free. The relief of it! Anybody who suffers debilitating headaches knows what I mean. Anybody who does not suffer bad headaches and thinks I am being a big baby (always a possibility, I admit), just feel grateful you didn’t have my pain and don’t judge.
Now there’s some half baked philosophy I could have gotten into for Lame Post Friday: don’t judge. Did you ever notice that other people’s complaints often seem less complain-worthy than our own? I believe some people are drama queens or kings (no gender based stereotypes for Mohawk Valley Girl). “She doesn’t just get get a headache, she gets a migraine.” Obviously some people do get migraines, and some people like to make a brain tumor out of a stiff neck. How can I tell which is which? Sometimes I can’t. After my pain yesterday, I feel I will be more sympathetic the next time somebody else wants to whine and cry.
Here’s a random observation: This morning when I opened the front door to look for the newspaper (not there yet, as usual), I paused to admire Steven’s Halloween decorations. He hung orange and purple lights including some lit up ghosts and eyeballs. Specialist Spaz, one of my army BDUs we stuff every year, has a lit-up pumpkin for a head. Steven also put his chair on top of a box so he is taller and more visible to passers by. Um, I mean Spc. Spaz’s chair, not Steven’s, although I think my husband would make a handsome Halloween decoration. I myself put some dead flowers from when we dismantled my container garden into the flower box. It only remains for me to refurbish Broomhead and put him out. I think a dummy named Broomhead needs no explanation. Am I right?
So I guess this is my Saturday post: the half baked philosophy and random observations I usually reserve for Friday. Let’s call Friday a sick day, and we’ll hope for something more scintillating on Sunday.
Mohawk Valley Girl 