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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.

 

Was There a Spring in my Step?

I felt myself incapable of writing a blog post earlier.  Go ahead and judge me if you are so inclined.  I had a headache and was battling a down mood.  Oh, stop playing that miniature violin (you know who you are); I was not asking for sympathy, I was just giving you the picture.  Anyways, I thought it would be all right, because I planned to go running and could make a Running Commentary post.

It was not a particularly eventful run, but I did it, so I give myself credit for that.  It was grey but not precipitating, cold but not freezingly so.  In fact, at times I almost thought it could be March.  I felt some indefinable hint of spring in the air.  I kept asking myself why I felt that way, since it was in fact cold.  I suppose it could have been the feeling of 30 degrees instead of ten.  Or it could have been the mud.

I spent most of the run in the road, because I kept encountering ice on the sidewalk.  I stayed on the left side facing traffic, and I was wearing my road guard vest (reflective vest, to you civilians).  I would have been better served to stay on the quieter streets but unfortunately wound up on German Street for a few blocks. That was where I encountered most of the mud, because I kept as close as I could to the curb.

My legs felt pretty content to be running,  and my breathing was fine.  I am SO going to rock the Boilermaker 15K in July!  I may even be writing better blog posts by then.

 

Hit Publish Before I Backspace It Out!

“Oh woe is me!”

I have the type-it-in-backspace-it-out disease.  You might think that is why I opened with the picture of Bonita having a Wrist to Forehead moment, but I actually picked that before I realized I was going to hate everything I started to type.  What’s a blogger to do?

“Perhaps if we pooled our resources, we could make a blog post.”

The disease continues in the second paragraph.   What the hell, me?  Perhaps it is time to retire Monstrous Monday and come up with a few feature.  Or start writing my blog posts before I feel too tired to do so.

In my defense, we were watching a two hour Dateline we had not seen before,  and it was a good one!  It was very frustrating,  because of the villainous — I could even say MONSTROUS woman involved.  Would she get away with murder?  Would she keep her ill-gotten gains?  I must not say more, because I did not include a Spoiler Alert.

Plenty of monsters here!

Aaaaaand type-it-in-back-space-it-out continues.  This is where writing with a pen and paper is superior to computers.  When I HATE what I wrote, I do not obliterate it but merely cross it out.  Sometimes when I go back and read it later, I find it is not so bad after all.

Hmmm… did I just say something about writing my blog posts before I get too tired?  Once again, the solution to my problem stares me in the face, saying, ” Helll-Oh!”  Write earlier, with pen and paper.  I can type when I’m tired.

In the meantime,  maybe one more monster picture before I hit Publish.

Most of us don’t, sweetie!

 

Still Christmas? Time to Move On?

Not bad feet if I do say so.

Here is my view for the evening.  Astute viewers will see that my leggings are Christmasy while my slippers are neutral yet fun.  That is symbolic of my mood right now: reluctant to give up Christmas yet cognizant of the necessity to do so, and ready to have fun.

Right now I am sitting on my couch having a wonderful time with my husband Steven and our friend Kim. I must — or at least I very much want to — make a blog post, but it is difficult to do so while also participating in the conversation.

I guess that could make this a Wrist to Forehead Sunday post.  I am having a nice time but may be unable to make a blog post. What to do, what to do?

I guess it need not escalate to swooning proportions.

Here are the jingle bells.

I thought I would include for comparisons sake my view on New Year’s Eve.  Same leggings, different slippers.  I was wearing the jingle pair last night and part of today.  Steven is having a hard time letting go of Christmas and I guess so am I.

My main focus right now is to make my blog post today.  I have had far too many days of making a post in the early hours of the next day, and even a couple of shamefully missed posts. It is a new year. A new chance for me to make 266 consecutive posts (leap year, you know).  I love a new year and a new start.

OK, it is five days into the year (my  WordPress timestamp may say six, but I daresay that is not important). More didactic sorts (you know who you are) may say that renders my new start late and therefore ineffective.

I cannot deal with this sort of naysayers.  All I can say is Happy Sunday, and I hope to see you all on Monstrous Monday.

 

Antiques Sleigh Me

As part of our Scattered Saturday gyrations,  Steven and I stopped in at Mohawk Antiques Mall.  I had been saying we needed to visit again, and we were both glad we did.

I don’t remember “salvage” being part of the name, but it makes sense.

We spent some time wandering around, looking at stuff.  The great thing about antique stores is that the merchandise changes often.  Additionally, the Mohawk Mall has added a number of vendors.  We did not even make it upstairs!

I thought I should take a couple of pictures for my blog post.

“That sleigh, definitely, ” Steve said.

I should have gotten Steven to pose next to it for perspective.

It is a full size sleigh.  I would LOVE to have such a thing in my front yard.  If Frankentree was not taking up so much space. Actually, that particular sleigh is too nice to be left out to the elements,  and I do not have a big enough indoor space for it, so I was not too regretful to leave it there.

The piece I really wanted was a chair with a place for wine glasses. I noticed that as soon as we walked in the door.

“Not everybody has a chair like that,” another customer agreed.

What a place to lounge on a summer day!

I look forward to weather compatible with such furniture!  It being only January, I have a little time to save up money for the chair.  It is good to gave a goal for the new year.

Mohawk Antiques Mall is located at 100 E. Main St., Mohawk,  NY, phone number  315-219-5044.  They are open 11:30 a.m. to 4:30 p.m. Sunday, 10 a.m. to 5 p.m. Monday and Wednesday through Saturday,  closed Tuesday.

 

Lame Without Parole

I pause in my viewing of Snapped to make this week’s Friday Lame Post.  Incidentally,  this is a really good —

I was about to say a really good episode, which I have not seen before, when I got distracted by another twist in the case at hand.  I just can’t get enough murder and mayhem.  Now it is a commercial, so perhaps I can progress on my blog post.

Of course as soon as I typed that I went blank. What else can I expect on Lame Post Friday?

OK, that episode is over.  Before I get all absorbed in the next one, I have a not so random observation to share.  In fiction, when somebody gets murdered, many people have a motive.  It is much more interesting that way.  When I write a murder mystery, my victim is usually a real slime bucket and few are sorry that he or she is dead.

In real life, however, murder victims are often nice people.  They are kind and loving parents, siblings or spouses.  It’s the murderer that is the real son of a bitch.

I guess this observation falls under the heading No Shit, Sherlock.  Well, what does anybody expect from me on Lame Post Friday?

 

Ah, Shakespeare!

“Much Ado About Nothing”

Anybody remember this fun bunch of people?  It is LiFT, the Little Falls Theatre Company.  It was their second year, and the first year I participated with them.

“The Tempest”

And here they are again, a year later, a different script, and a few different cast members. Another great theatre experience!

This has the makings of a fine Throwback Thursday post. However, that is not my intention today.  I want to invite all local theatre folks to help us bring Shakespeare back to Little Falls!

You see, for one reason and another, LiFT has not presented a Shakespeare play for the last two years.  A few of us are hoping to not make it three.  To that end, we have planned a preliminary meeting, to discuss ideas and make plans.  We will meet at 3 p.m. Saturday,  Jan. 18, at Meeples Mug House, 598 E. Main St., Little Falls, NY.

For non-local readers, I hope you will find this post interesting as a Preview of Coming Attractions.  You know that I will make a lot of blog posts about a new theatrical endeavor!

For local readers, you can find out more on Facebook on Meeples Mug House page, LiFT’s page, or the event Brainstorming the Bard.

I’ll close with one more Shakespeare picture.  Wish us to break a leg!

My colleague and I look ready to break a couple of legs here.

 

Happy New Year Anyways

Can I treat New Year’s Day like a Wrist to Forehead Sunday?  I had a very nice time last night and took a pretty good run this morning.  OH!  I do have one major bit of news:  I registered to run the Boilermaker 15K in 2020.  They did a special early registration deal starting at midnight.  I was asleep at midnight (don’t judge), but I got online and registered as soon as I got up.

Well, that paragraph took an unexpected turn.  I thought I had logged on merely to pose dramatically and swoon.  You know, Wrist to Forehead Sunday.  Even though it is not Sunday, it feels like one.  New Year’s Day often does.  Not like a holiday, mind you, just a run of the mill Sunday, hence, the Wrist to Forehead aspect.

I will share with you at this point that I fear I may be coming down with a cold.  I keep coughing, and I can kind of feel it down in my chest. Dammit, I can’t deal with that now!  For one reason, I don’t want to go using up my precious paid days off in January!  People say you should not go to work if you are sick with something contagious, but employers are notoriously unsympathetic. Oh well, maybe it is a false alarm.

So I guess this turns out to be Yet Another Post about Not Being Able to Make a Blog Post.  What a way to start the new year!  But I hope you will all stay tuned.  In addition to the Boilermaker,  I have one or two other projects in the offing that I hope to write about soon.

 

Year End Monsters?

Very festive, no?

Here is my view of New Year’s Eve.  Our plan all along was to not go out to party hearty, but to sit home on our couch.  Well, sometimes things do not go as planned.  Sometimes they go even better.

I unexpectedly got out early from work today, leaving at 10:30 a.m. rather than 3 p.m.  Woohoo!  I went to the grocery store with Steven and to the post office.  What else?  Well, I had put on my new Christmas llama leggings.  I thought it would be nice to go out for a drink.

We ended up at the Waterfront Grille in Herkimer,  sitting at the bar and sipping wine.  It was a lot of fun!

Now I am home again and, to be honest, not inclined to write much else. Are other bloggers waxing eloquent about the year ending and the year ahead?  How excellent for them if they are.  I, personally,  have very little of substance to say.

However, I am having quite a nice time on this last day of 2019. Perhaps I can, leave it at that for today’s post.  Well, maybe a monster picture or two,  just for good measure.

“Was somebody looking for a monster?”

I don’t know that we will be looking at Nosferatu tonight.  But I would like to look at other monster movies tonight.  Then again, New Year’s Eve isn’t the only night that is good for monsters!

“You can find me any time of year in the warmer climes!”

Happy 2020, everyone!