I took a walk earlier in hopes of making a Pedestrian Post with Pictures in lieu of my usual Wrist to Forehead Sunday Post. I do not know how well it went.
Gotta get me some of these.
I paused to take a picture of a snowball bush shortly after I left my house. It was a bit of a challenge to do, since the sun was shining brightly on my Tablet and I could not see to unlock it and get to Camera. At last I managed it by peeking underneath my prescription sunglasses.
Don’t know what it is; must find out.
I paused to take another picture, this time of a plant I might like to get for my yard. I had realized by this time that it was warmer than I liked for a walk. However, I persevered, for exercising and blogging purposes.
I am still hoping somebody does something with this building.
Having walked down Bellinger Street to Meyers Park, I decided to walk up Prospect Street to home. I paused to take a picture of the former Quackenbush building, now taken over by Herkimer 9. I must find out what the current status is.
I gotta love daisies.
I walked all the way up Prospect Street to German then back to my house. I walked past the house and back then up and down the driveway to make it a full mile. I took a picture of the daisies in my front yard then picked a few of the lilies of the valley which the daisies obscure.
A nice display, or do I flatter myself?
I put the lilies of the valley in a champagne flute which I put next to my husband Steve’s ashes. One does like to put flowers near one’s loved ones.
I guess it makes an OK Pedestrian Post. Or, once again, do I flatter myself?
Mohawk Valley Girl 
I love you, but I’m not coming, why don’t you come down here? Or, I could come up to your place and we could go out to eat and try to deal with the rubble, either way, I’m not going up there.
Let’s just say Don overstepped his bounds with me.
It’s the age old story, just cause I act cool, doesn’t mean I’m a fucking asshole. Lol, or something to that effect. Don, Lord of the Manor, is dictating we bring our sleepg bags, blankets, et al, after driving 10 hours. Here’s my deal, I hate Norwood, I was hoping to never see Norwood again, and now this? I don’t think so
Hey, Cyndi, how much time can you take off from your job at short notice? Why? You may well ask. Because I’m expecting real money any minute and I think we both need a vacation, my tab. You up for it, sweetie? You better be or I will go up and drag you out of your lair LOL Don’t worry, we’re just going to take a healing trip to Gastonia, North Carolina to my old freind, Deb and her husband, John. Here’s the deal though, we won’t be at our homes and that’s all that matters 🙂
But perhaps you have you have your heart set on Norwood, either way, I will finance your trip. I’m just not going to Norwood, double dot..
This is a lot to process. Give me some time to think.
Love you 😘
Right back atcha!