Is it the Mid-Winter Blahs, the Mid-Winter Blues, or just a common or garden Wrist to Forehead Sunday? I’m hoping it’s the third one, because tomorrow it will not be Sunday any more, but winter will last at least a couple of months more.
In other words, anybody who was hoping for a post of any substance from me today is doomed to disappointment.
I was ambitious enough earlier to drive to Chadwicks for church with some members of my family, notably my most adorable year-old great nephew. He was quite interested in pulling my necklace. I had taken the precaution of putting on a long strand of fairly tough beads in case of just such an emergency.
It was a fine drive over Higby Road to Graffenburg (oh dear, I’m not sure if it’s Graffenburg or Graffenberg; another reason to make the wrist-to-forehead pose). Bare roads, not too windy. We went to Salvatore’s in Washington Mills for breakfast after church, so my drive home was all Higby. Nice views. One day perhaps I’ll have a camera and can share some of the sights I see.
Oh yes, I forgot to mention that before church I did the dishes, often the extent of my Sunday ambition (if in fact my Sunday ambition extends that far; it doesn’t always). I did not dry and put them away, of course. Waste energy drying dishes? That’s crazy talk! Anyways, by that time I had to get ready for church.
And now I’m over 200 words. Hmmm…. This seems to me more like a Scattered Sunday than Wrist to Forehead. No matter, in the blogiverse (you know, like universe. I think I’ve gotten too big for the blogosphere), 200 words is 200 words. Happy Sunday, everyone.
Mohawk Valley Girl 