I pause in doing not much of anything to make a Wrist to Forehead Sunday post. I really do feel like swooning today. My poor-pitiful-me meter is registering extra high. What’s that all about? Get a grip on yourself, me! I drink a little water and calm down. Things are not really that bad here in the Mohawk Valley, only I have not had any Mohawk Valley Adventures recently. I must get out more, but it is difficult on a rainy holiday weekend.
To remind myself why it is a holiday weekend.
Just to make me feel ashamed of feeling sorry for myself, I call to mind those who made the ultimate sacrifice for their country. So I throw back my shoulders, lift my chins, and try to make my own contribution, whatever that may be. At this time, I suppose, a blog post that may momentarily entertain those who read it.
Now, I am not one of those holiday shamers, who post memes of mourning army widows with snarky captions of, “And you thought it was national barbecue weekend!” I feel that one of the things soldiers fight for is the right to enjoy fun times with family and friends. But I do not want to start an argument. I am no good at arguments. I usually try to get out of them by changing the subject with a line like, “So do you think the Yankees are going to go all the way?”
I am wandering from the point, but then I do not think I had a point. I apologize to my readers for making yet another placeholder post. In my defense… never mind my defense. It’s a long story and not very interesting. In the meantime, I approach 300 words of nonsense. Let me look for another picture to end on a positive note.
Will my deck ever look this good again?
This was my deck some years ago. I aspire to reach such decorative heights again. Will I attain them? Or will I have yet another reason to swoon?
Mohawk Valley Girl 