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Thanks Again, Melfe’s!

Last Saturday, Steven accompanied me on my yearly jaunt to Melfe’s Shoes in Ilion, NY, for work shoes.  I just love that place!  Vicki, who has helped us before was there, as was a young man I had not seen before.  He brought out my selections with a friendly smile.

He was equally cheerful about having his picture taken for my blog.

Vicki told us he was David, who attends college in Cortland but returns every year to help them with their January rush.

Steven got a pair of sneakers.  His feet have been bothering him lately, so I wanted him to get a quality pair.  Vicki helped him.

More service with a smile!

He ended up getting one of the best-fitting pair of sneakers he has ever had, because they had a pair of 10 1/2 EEEE in stock.  I didn’t know they made quadruple E.

Just a few of the shoes available.

It did not take us long, because we had good luck finding what we liked.  Sometimes I end up trying on pair after pair before I say, “I think we have a winner!”

Melfe’s also does shoe repair.  I have had several heel bottoms replaced on dress shoes.  Some people just go ahead and buy new shoes, but when I find a pair I like, I like to keep them for as long as possible.  Reduce, reuse, recycle!

Melfe’s is located at 64 Central Ave., Ilion, NY, phone number 315-894-4049.  They are open from 9 a.m. to 5:30 p.m. Monday through Thursday, 9 a.m. to 7 p.m. Friday, and 9 to 5 p.m. Saturday.

 

What a Bad Blogger Am I

I had vowed not to be posting at 4:30 in the morning, yet here I am.  We’ll call it a Blogger’s Sad Day.  You see Steven lost a dear friend yesterday, who was the mother of a dear friend.  He was so sad, I took him out to cheer him up.

Just to plug a local business.

We had some food at Fat Cat’s Fish Fry, then went to Applebee’s, where we still had money on a gift card my parents gave us.  More importantly, it was Winesday, half price bottles of wine.  It was not my smartest idea. I got home (and I will just mention that I was OK to drive but foolishly poured myself more wine once there), Steven went to sleep, and I typed in the following:

Oh, this sucks.  I need to make a blog post,  yet I do not have a proper stylus to do so.

One would think the predictive text would help in such a situation.  However, that is not the case. Oh crap.  What should. I do now?

How about I add a picture or two?

Huh?

OK, I have really no idea what this is or what it is from. I suppose I might just as well admit that these are things have have been posted under my auspices.  How do these things happen?  I have no idea.

Who would not subscribe to such a sentiment?

I am tired and ready to let myself go to a superior text.  Any takers?  Oh dear.

There were such interlopers now.   But how can we confront them now?

Back to the present, I see it is obvious that I drank and typed.  I am embarrassed and inclined to backspace it all out.  Yet, I feel it is right to show my foibles.  Let’s face it, I am mostly cringing because I know my mother will read this.

Incidentally,  I remember where the picture came from.  It was hanging on the wall at The Celtic Harp (on an occasion when I was NOT driving).  Apparently I drink and click, too.

 

Heelpath and End Zone

He’s a handsome fellow.

On a recent Saturday afternoon, Steven and I hit a couple of local watering holes.  We started at Heelpath Brewing Company at the Frankfort Marina.  I keep thinking I will do a pint or a flight of draft beer, seeing as it is a brewery, after all.  Then I order Rustic Ridge Winery Untamed Red, because yum.  Steven got Untamed White.

“What shall we drink to?”  I asked.

“How about that elf?”  Steven suggested.

“That’s a troll,” I said.  We drank to it, and I took a picture of it.

As you can see, the Christmas decorations were still up.

After enjoying a glass or two of wine as well as some good conversation with the bartender and other patrons, Steven and I drove back to Herkimer.  We still felt like being out and about so stopped at the End Zone Pub and Grub.

The bartender whose name escapes me.

We had a great conversation about wine with the bartender.  Of course we sipped a little wine while we talked. I thought I had made a note of the bartenders name, but I can’t remember which notebook I had at the time.  Before we left we took a picture of two nice young ladies we were also chatting with.

I don’t remember their names either.

Incidentally, this is the post I started to write five days ago and just could not finish.  I don’t know that the final version was worth waiting for, but at least the picture of the troll is cute.

 

Bring your Brain!

I’ll be at Meeples this week!

Rather than my usual Monstrous Monday or painful whining about being unable to make a blog post, I thought I would do another plug for Brainstorming the Bard this Saturday.  All interested parties are invited to Meeples Mug House in Little Falls, NY for the purpose of bringing summer Shakespeare back!  LiFT, Little Falls Theatre Company, previously performed at Benton’s Landing on July’s Third Thursday and at Canal Place during Chicks Along the Mohawk.  Let’s do it again!

A dramatic moment from a previous performance

I guess I don’t have a whole lot else to say about it, so maybe this will be a monstrous post after all, or I may whine about not having a lot to say.  No, no, we can’t have that!  I’ll look for more pictures.

A full cast photo from that year.

Look how colorful we are!  What a fun bunch!  Wouldn’t you like to join us and speak forsoothly?

Swords drawn! Yikes!

I have been writing down a few ideas of what we can do.  I am hoping other people will also have ideas, or at least not shoot down mine.

I’m the one in the orange tights.

Meeples Mug House is located at 598 E. Main St., Little Falls, NY.   Brainstorming the Bard will happen this Saturday, Jan. 18 at 3 p.m.  I hope to see you there!

 

But I’m Missing Svengoolie!

I pause in my meager activities for a Wrist to Forehead Sunday post.  Of course I rarely get much useful done on a Sunday, but some weeks I feel worse about it than others.  Today I am mostly concerned that I not be making my Sunday post at 4 a.m. Monday.  It looks as if I will at least meet that goal.  As long as I am not too fussy about what sort of post I make.

I went for a pretty good run this morning.  After that, I did not feel like doing much, but after a shower, breakfast, and lounging on the couch and reading a book, I managed to accompany Steven to the grocery store.  We neglected to bring the list so forgot to purchase garlic powder.  These things happen.

I made a pot of chicken soup, using fresh garlic and two yellow onions.  It was yummy!  I still have to put the leftovers away, so the useful portion of my day is not over yet. My only other useful task of the day was a load of laundry.  Now I have clean pants and handkerchiefs for work, at least for the next couple of days.

Earlier we thought to clear our DVR by watching a previously taped movie.  This is a handy way to feel we are accomplishing something when in fact we are just watching television.  Hey, I will take fake usefulness on a Wrist to Forehead Sunday!  However, the movie was Fearless Vampire Slayers, and we neither paid much attention nor watched the whole thing. However, we did delete it so cleared our DVR of two hours’ worth of space.

Now we are watching a DVR’d Svengoolie.  The movie is The Beast from 20,000 Fathoms, a movie I saw previously without a character host.  I wrote about it in a blog post titled Sorry, Cecil and Rays.

Now I see I am over 300 words.  Let’s get that leftover soup in the fridge and get back to enjoying Svengoolie!

 

Who me? Tipsy on a Saturday Night?

We had a fun afternoon and I do not know if I can manage a plot post about it.  Yet I took a few pictures so think I can include a couple of those,

Two of my favorite people toasting.

We began our oblations at the Irish Cultural Center in Utica, .NY.  it was an awesome setting!  We walked down  Varick Street looking for more. I paused first in hopes of getting an outside picture of the center.

I couldn’t get back far enough to get the full picture.

We went back down Varick Street in search of another drink.

We enjoyed another drink here here.

We stopped at Nail Creek Pub and Brewery, but did not ask many questions about it.

Looks like a pretty fun place.

Here is a shot from the Celtic Harp, where we stopped for just one more. It was a wonderfully fun Saturday afternoon, and now I am making a blog post about it. I would like to get back to enjoying my Saturday.  Thank you all for tuning in.

Oh dear, I see I am not up to 200 words.  Could I perhaps offer another photo…

Nice people!

Here is a picture of Nail Creek Pub and Brewery.  I got the names of the sweet couple in the foreground but alas do not have it handy. That’s OK,  I will share them and their names later.  In the meantime, I will call this my Shattered Saturday post for the week, and get back to enjoying my weekend!

 

Cheered by Murder Mysteries

I wrote another sentence on the post I just couldn’t seem to write yesterday.  Now I am going to have my usual Lame Post Friday.  I feel sure many of my readers have been expecting it.

A happy couple, and may I say a handsome one.

I am sitting here with my dear husband Steven, and it is a little difficult to make a blog post when we keep wanting to talk.  We started reminiscing about murder mysteries, starting with the most recent, Fabulous and Fatal.  Above is a picture of the two of us, looking fabulous (or do I flatter myself?).  I should share a picture of the whole cast.  That was a great show.

As much fabulousness as allowed by law!

There are more murder mysteries on the horizon.  A plan is afoot to revive Rubbed Out at Rubies  to benefit RCIL.  More informative about that later!

Who killed Benny the Bootlegger?

There will be a couple of cast changes, and I intend to find another outfit. I’ll post more pictures as soon as I have them.

This is an even better cast photo.

My writing struggles continue, but it certainly makes me feel better to think about murder mysteries.  I may have to write a few new scenes for Ruby’s.   Then maybe a new murder mystery…

I’ll keep you posted!

 

Just Write One Blog Post

OK, this is not quite the same thing as type-it-in-back-space-it-out.  I just added a photo I took on a recent Mohawk Valley Adventure, typed in one sentence, and realized I could not go through with composing the entire post. At least I put a headline on it and saved what little I had as a draft, but what the hell, me?

This morning I wrote a little in the TV Journal, as I have been trying to do lately.  A quick check showed me I have been steady since Dec. 26.  I feel I must give myself a little credit for that at least.

Regarding my apparent inability to write before my shift starts and while on breaks at work, I said to myself, “Just write one sentence.”  I repeated it in my head as I got ready and drove to work.

And I wrote one sentence!  And then another one!  They were not good sentences, unfortunately.  Mostly I wrote about the fact that I was writing, expressing some surprise that I was doing so.  Still, I wrote a couple of paragraphs.

I really do not know why I feel as if I am starting from several steps behind scratch.  It is not as if I have gone any considerable length of time without writing at all, and I have not suffered any devastating mental or physical ailments.

In the meantime,  I see I have surpassed 200 words with this nonsense.  I shall close with the picture I opened the unfinished blog post with.  Call it a Preview of Coming Attractions, if you like.

Did the troll put a hex on me, do you suppose?

 

Maybe I Am The Peanut Gallery

Once again my plan of writing my blog post in advance did not work out.  Some fellow writers will understand and sympathathize with my apparent inability to write, others, including a good number of non-writers, will scoff and tell me to get up off my lazy duff and WRITE, damn you!  Sometimes I find my own self in the latter category.

I have a few Mohawk Valley Adventures to write posts about. Unfortunately,  before writing any this evening, Steven and I got out and about and ended up at Applebee’s for Winesday.  After splitting a bottle of Chardonnay,  I feel disinclined for further activities. What a bum am I!

With a new year and new decade (and, please, do not any of you be didactic and tell me the new decade technically begins in 2021), I have been trying to write more.  Full Disclosure:  I have not met with much success in this endeavour. Any suggestions from my lovely readers?  Further Disclosure: my first impulse was to type “from the peanut gallery,”  but I was afraid people would take it amiss.

So I guess that is two questions I have:  Are there any suggestions to increase my writing output?  And: Does anybody reading this mind being referred to as the peanut gallery?  Please submit any answers as comments below.  I warn you, if nobody expresses an opinion, I will feel free to refer to my readers as The Peanut Gallery forevermore.