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Monsters and Memories

Hello and welcome to another Monstrous Monday blog post.  My Monday became rather monstrous this afternoon for reasons it is too tiresome to reiterate. Suffice it to say, I will be largely immobile for the foreseeable future.  But never mind.  Monday is a day for monsters, and I will indulge in monsters.

Well, here is a cheery skeleton.

These are our skeletons Bonita and Bonaparte.  Bonita is wearing a summer outfit which my late, dearly missed husband Steve put together for her.  It is his shirt and my headband.  He purposely left the tag of the headband showing, because he was going for a Minnie Pearl look.  Minnie Pearl, in case you do not know (she was before some people’s times) always wore a hat with the price tag conspicuously dangling. She was on HeeHaw, a show which was also before some of your times.

Another bony friend.

And while we are on monsters around the house, here is a delightful fellow who used to lounge around at our friends Phyllis and Jim’s house.  Phyllis sadly passed away in 2021.

He was not a monster.

Now that I am feeling melancholy, I do not feel like looking for another monster.  I will instead share a picture of Steven doing one of the things he liked to do best: dancing.  We were dancing to our favorite band, The Posers.  I must see when they are playing again.  Some good music would undoubtedly cheer me up, even if I couldn’t dance.

 

Wrist to Father’s Day

Hello and welcome to another Wrist to Forehead Sunday blog post.  I am lounged on a couch, although I did not exactly swoon to get here.  But I may swoon.  My leg hurts and I cannot keep from complaining about it.  But I shall try.  For one reason, I want to wish all the fathers out there a Very Happy Father’s Day.  I have a pretty terrific father myself.  I have probably mentioned it before.  I rouse myself from my swoon to sing his praises.

A handsome couple.

And here he is, with my lovely mother.  This was taken in 2024, but they are still a handsome couple.  They are a very good couple, too.  They do almost everything together and in general set a good example for other married couples.

A useful guy to know.

My dad is the handiest guy I know.  He can fix or build anything!  Here he is building wooden porch steps over my sadly eaten away concrete porch steps.  I need to get a gutter put up over said steps but somehow have never gotten around to it.

Another sweet picture.

And here are my parents again with my sweet niece Jenna. I believe the occasion was my father’s birthday, which falls in May.  I failed to get him either a birthday or a Father’s Day present this year, which I feel very badly about.  Perhaps I can make it up to him when I am  back on my feet.

So I guess I managed to stop whining about my own ills for long enough to say a little bit about my wonderful father.  I hope the rest of you are having a lovely Father’s Day if you celebrate or a wonderful Sunday if you don’t.

 

 

I Make Some Plans, I Make a Post

Hello and welcome to another post from the couch.  I was having an easier time getting around yesterday, so naturally I overdid it, trying to get a few things done around my house (I was not particularly successful). I am keeping quieter today and will once again make use of my Media Library to share a few pictures and daydream about what I am going to do when I am once again mobile.

Mmmmm…. fresh basil.

I’m afraid I have to kiss my container garden dreams good-bye for this year.  All the greenhouses around here are having big sales to get rid of the rest of their plants.  This is some basil from 2017.  I LOOOOVE fresh pesto.

Play ball!

Here is something I might be able to do yet: attend a game of the Mohawk Valley DiamondDawgs in Little Falls, NY.  I forget how long the season lasts. I will have to find out.

The lawn may have won, but I taught that tree a thing or two!

Yes, I will need to do some things in my back and front yards.  I like to say, I fought the lawn and the lawn won, but I have not even been in fighting condition lately.  But just you wait, lawn!

This desirable property is in move-in condition.

Here is something I will be able to do in my lawn: put up non-plant decorations.  I have birdhouses, and a couple of metal frogs.

And so I make my little plans, as well as my little blog posts.  Once again, I thank you for tuning in.

 

Too Lame to Perambulate

Hello and welcome to another Lame Post Friday blog post.  I am still posting from my living room couch, gimping around my house on crutches for my basic needs.  Of course I count my blessings, because I AM able to gimp around on crutches, at least for short periods of time.  And there is still food in my house.  I can’t say I have it goin’ on, but at least I will survive till such time as I do.

Enough of my foolish situation.  On with the blog post.

Where is Juan Valdez?

I share a picture in hopes of pepping up the post.  This is a neighbor’s lawn decorations which I saw on one of my Pedestrian Post with Pictures.  When I was still a pedestrian and not a gimp (you see I can’t help but hark back to my petty problems).  When I am once again able to perambulate, how happy I will be.  “Perambulate” is a word my late husband Steve and I used to use when we had a dog, because dogs quickly learn the word “walk.”  They also learn the phrase, “go for a,” so I would say, “Shall we indulge in a perambulation?”

“Did she say perambulation?”

Here is our second dear little doggy, Spunky.  I miss having a dog, although with my current state of immobility, I suppose it is a good thing I do not have one.

Only I’m not wearing leggings or fuzzy socks.

I end with a picture which is close to my current view, although I am trying not to cross my legs much, to facilitate blood flow and such-like.  This is actually from last December, when I was showing off my new slippers, which my parents gifted me.  I hope to leave my couch and my house soon.  Will I be Mohawk Valley Adventure-bound?  A little uncertainty adds interest to my weekend.

 

Throwing a Little Wild

Hello and welcome to another post from the couch.  It is a good day for a Throwback Thursday, I think.  I had a chance to go to breakfast with my Elks friends (the Breakfast Club, the son of one of the members calls it, I like that) but feared my leg would not cooperate.  I am in better spirits these last two days, because I managed to brew some coffee.  Two cups yesterday, and I am on my second cup today.  AAAhhhh!

Behind the coffee cup is my biggest fan.

I just scrolled all the way down and all the way back up my Media Library and could not find the picture of the coffee mug I am using.  I settled for Dyn’s Cider Mill, so I can plug an area business.  I just looked at their Facebook page and saw a post from July 2025 saying they would be closed for the upcoming year.  I wonder if that means they will be open sometime in 2026.  I can only hope.  And hope if they do open I can make my way over there.

I do not currently feel fresh as a daisy, alas.

I said this was going to be a Throwback Thursday, so I share this picture from June 2017 of my lovely front lawn daisies.  I missed the daisies and my peonies this year. Who knew the season for them would be so short?

A dignified group, yes?

This is a kind of guerrilla theatre group I was in in 2019, Mummers Along the Mohawk.  We performed at the Great American Irish Festival, the last year it was held in the Herkimer County Fairgrounds in Frankfort, NY. What fun it was.

The house had no tenants.

This was in 2020, a barren year for activities, theatrical or otherwise.  But I see I took time to decorate my front yard.  Why did I not do that again? Note to self: decorate the front lawn.  After I get rid of the dead daisies and peonies.

I see I am over 300 words.  That’s pretty good.  Coffee, theatre, daisies… I could bill this as a Non-Sequitur Thursday, too.  As always, I thank you for tuning in.

 

I Hope this Blog Post Isn’t a Drag

I looked through my phone in hopes of having a Waste Not Want Not Wednesday, but I guess I am wanting not, because I only found one picture.  However, it is an excellent picture to share during Pride Month, so here it is.

I was getting Divine vibes.

During the Herkimer’s Sprig Shop Crawl back in April, there was a vendor and craft sale at Herkimer College, sponsored by hosted by HOPE,  an organization aiming to create safe spaces, increase visibility for LGBTQ+, and provide community resources.  I was tired by the point in my crawl, so I did not look at all the vendors, but I did ask for a picture with this beautiful Queen.  She was very gracious about it, and another woman nicely offered to take the picture so I could be in it.

When I tried to be a drag queen.

Back in 2019 I wrote a murder mystery about a group of Drag Queens (one of us killed Princess Dragomiroff).  Even though Drag Queens are traditionally male, my friend Kim and I had to participate.  Much later I heard that Drag is for everyone, so I feel encouraged. I would like to find out some more about Drag culture. To Wong Foo, Thanks for Everything, Julie Newmar is one of my favorite movies.

We were a handsome couple

I can’t resist sharing another picture of my late, dearly loved husband, Steve.  In drag or regular clothes, he was a delightful man.

So here is another blog post from the couch.  I do not know if I can come up with enough memories to keep making posts till I am mobile again, but I intend to give it a try.

 

A Little Wind Music?

I set foot out of the house today, both feet in fact.  The left side wasn’t too happy about it, but you’ll have that.  Actually, I went outside yesterday to bring my trash out.  I skipped the recyclables.  Today I stepped out to move the container back to behind the house.  It is a lovely day; I am thinking about sitting out on the porch for a while.  We shall see.  In the meantime, I have a few new pictures to make this a better blog post.

The lights are red, white and blue.

My sister Cheryl found these wind chimes the other day, while she was clearing a path for me and my crutches through the living room.  She went to hang them up on the porch.  I should perhaps mention that this was while my father was heroically mowing my terrible lawn, after fetching my newly fixed lawnmower from Collis Hardware (just to throw in a plug for a local business).  Anyways, Cheryl was scandalized I had not hung the chimes up and quickly corrected the omission.

I’m not sure if these make much noise, but they are pretty.

I had hung up a couple of wind chimes during my bouts of cleaning, before I got sidelined (I just can’t keep from throwing in little complaints about my petty physical problems).  So after I moved my trash container, I took pictures of them.

It’s back-lit, but what a nice sky.

This one got a little twisted, but I did not try to untangle it.  You see, I can move around only so much on my left side before it begins to hurt like a sonofabitch (pardon my language);  I was reaching my limit.

When I started making this post, a nice breeze was making some nice music on my porch.  It has gotten quieter. However, I am over 300 words.  We’re all still waiting for Mohawk Valley Adventures, and I hope to oblige sometime.  In the meantime, I shall bill this as a Tired Tuesday and drive on.  Once again, I thank you for tuning in.

 

Monsters I Have Never Known

This will be a Monstrous Monday post.  I still recline on my couch (which is almost as good as a dramatic swoon), waiting for the health care system to work me in.  But no more about my physical woes.  It would be a HIPAA violation, not to mention dull and boring.  I would rather see what I can come up with using a few fiends from my Media Library (and, yes, autocorrect, I mean fiends, not friends!) (stupid computer changed it on me twice).

That’s a scary looking guy!

I never saw Lady Frankenstein, but I appreciate this poster.  I did not know Joseph Cotten did any horror movies.  I can’t find any older horror movies on RokuTV, although I will probably continue to look.

He looks scary.

Here is another movie I have never seen. I do not even know what movie it is.  It is some picture I found scrolling around Facebook back in the 2018.  Back then I found it easy to steal photos from the internet for blogging purposes.  I do not know how to do it on my Chromebook.  I am SO twentieth century!

All-time best ending for a horror movie.

Too bad StraitJacket wasn’t made by Twentieth Century, or this would be a perfect photo to follow that last remark.  This is a movie I have seen many times, a heartwarming film starring Joan Crawford as a mother reunited with her daughter after 20 years in a mental institution. In the prelude, we learn Crawford chopped her husband’s head off.  These things happen.  In the movies, at any rate.

I see I am over 250 words.  I fear these foolish posts will continue for the foreseeable future.  However, it helps me to make them, and I hope it entertains somebody to read them (that wasn’t blatantly fishing for compliments, was it?) (I know, if I’m going to fish for compliments, I ought to find better bait).

 

No Cinema or Shakespeare on Sunday

I had such good plans to not have a Wrist to Forehead Sunday post.  I was going to find movies on RokuTV and have a Cinema Sunday.  Perhaps that was not a great plan; I think my readers prefer to hear about Mohawk Valley Adventures over my cinematic indulgences.  Anyways, I couldn’t find the sort of movie I crave.  At least, I found two.  One I had to pay for, so I said no thanks (put $2.99 on a credit card which has a zero balance?  I don’t think so), the other said Free, but when I pushed OK and watched the commercials, all it showed me was a black screen.

I crave the monster, not the half-dressed chippy in the foreground.

This is not one of the movies I looked for, but I am too lazy to search my Media Library until I find one of them.  Rest assured, this movie would have done if I could have found it.  I am not adept at finding things, on the internet or on RokuTV, as it turns out.  My strengths, if any, lie elsewhere.

THIS is where I shine!

I post a picture of one of my past theatrical endeavors to cheer me up.  Alas, I was supposed to be participating in In Her Voice: A Midsommer of Shakespeare at Arkell Museum and Library at the end of the month.  I had to drop out, due to the foolish problem I am having with my back or leg or whatever.  Will my future hold any more Shakespeare?  I can only hope.

In the meantime, I am over 200 words.  I shall sign off now, to swoon, dramatically posed with the back of one wrist to my forehead.  Since I am forced to remain lounged on my couch, I have not very far to swoon.  That is probably just as well.  I would probably hit my stupid head or something if I went for a full swoon.

 

Another Post from the Couch

On the brighter side, I am ten-finger typing on my Chromebook.  Yes, there are a lot of brighter sides and I try to concentrate on them.  However, I have not been out on a Mohawk Valley Adventure for a while now.  In the meantime, I see a lot of things I am missing on Facebook.  Have I got the dreaded FOMO, Fear Of Missing Out?  There is no point in being afraid I might miss out; I AM missing out.  But that is OK, because, after all, one can’t do everything.

 

I did have a nice outfit.

This is from June 2021, just before I went to Little Falls, NY to run the Pride Stride 5K.  Midway through May I figured I would have to give it a miss this year, but I hoped to partake of some of the Pride festivities going on in Little Falls this weekend.  Alas, I did not, but I give them a shout-out.  Local readers, you should have been there; if not, watch for it next year!

Local music? Yes, please!

I think I mentioned recently how I miss going to Fratello’s Pizzeria in Frankfort to hear talented musicians, such as Phil Arcuri, pictured above.

Great little shop!

And then there is shopping.  To Niche Their Own in Herkimer is a delightful place.  I love to stop in there and look at all the stuff by local artisans.  I usually leave with a pair of earrings, a stuffed bat or bear, or a beautiful artificial flower.

So I have many plans for when I am mobile once again.  In the meantime, I hope my blog posts entertain.