I have somehow made it halfway through the week and, oh dear, not a whole lot done. Then again, what is the rule for how much a crazy old lady is supposed to get done, and who sets these rules anyways? There are always my rules for me, such as Any Writing Counts, but I do not remember setting a rule for How Much Should Get Done. Note to self: Set rule about how much should get done. Or don’t.
Where was I?
Ain’t nobody here but us chickens!
I threw in a picture to distract from the fact that I have not much to say (I bet you thought I was going to say “to pep things up”) (you know who you are). As I chose the chicken (yes, CHOSE the chicken, kindly do not get vulgar, this is a family blog!) (again, you know who you are), I thought to myself that it is too early for a Non-Sequitur Thursday post. Then again, that is another Cindy-made rule. There are no penalties for transgressions.
He loves me, he loves me not…
I found this picture in May 2023 of my Media Library. I was thinking of mowing down or trying to move my wild daisies this year. They get a little out of control and completely overshadow the forget-me-nots and lilies of the valley. They are not very far along so far, but I guess it is early days yet. I have not bestirred myself to do much outside yet. The first thing I need to do is to get my lawnmower looked at. I seem to remember indulging in No Mow May last year. They say it is good for the environment, but for me it was a handy excuse to be lazy (judge me if you are so inclined).
I see I have babbled on for over 300 words. I shall bill this as a Wuss-out Wednesday and drive on. I shall be out and about today and try for some Mohawk Valley Adventures. I hope you are all having a lovely week.
Mohawk Valley Girl 