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Keep Lame and Blog On

When overly flustered, pour yourself a large glass of iced coffee (or other beverage) and make a blog post.  Perhaps I should get myself a t-shirt that says, “Keep Calm and Blog On.”  I actually get a little tired of seeing those “Keep Calm” memes, t-shirts, etc.  Sometimes I put as my Facebook status, “Stop telling me to calm down!!!”  As another Facebook meme says (yes, I spend entirely too much time on Facebook), In the entire history of calming down, no one has ever calmed down as a result of being told to calm down.

That was a digression, but what else can I do on Lame Post Friday? I am off work today for a sad reason:  I must go to a funeral.  Perhaps “must” is a strong word.  I want to be there to support friends and family, and to pay my respects to a nice lady who left us too soon.  Getting the day off was no problem; my work is nice that way.  Of course, being me, nothing else can be easy.

The flowers are for a cheery note. The glove is because I am about to talk about dressing up.

That is a photo from the past.  I think things go down better with an illustration.  So I had some problems getting ready for today.

Find something to wear?  That should not be a problem:  look at all the clothes I have.  Yes, I have gained a little weight, but how much difference can five pounds make?  Really four, because I think I took off a pound this week (my scale is ambiguous).  It seems I am also bloated, possibly from salt intake.  I crave salt when it is so hot and I sweat my (insert body part of your choice) off.  I made a nice bowl of popcorn last night.  I tried not to put too much salt on it, but of course one needs a certain amount.  Anyways, there is fiber in popcorn. Shouldn’t that help?

Apparently not so much. I tried on several outfits to no avail.  The only thing that sort of worked was a skirt that would only fasten up under my boobs. The blouse I had picked would cover that.  Then I turned sideways and saw how fat I looked.  Anyways, the skirt felt too tight even where I had fastened it.  By now I was getting sweaty and irritable.  Calm down, I told myself (as stated earlier, it did not help).  I took a few deep breaths, sat in front of a fan, drank some coffee (hot at the time), played a little solitaire (with an actual deck of cards as God intended), then headed to the store.

Long story short (I know, too late):  I found a dress that fits, is comfortable, and does not look too bad.  That decision made, I proceeded to get flustered gathering accessories, deciding on jewelry, and getting together my overnight things (I am going to the funeral with my parents and intend to spend the night at their house).  What about the dishes?  What about that bill I had meant to mail today?  What about my blog post?

As I often say, it’s not easy being me, but at least it is entertaining.  And I hope my blog post has been entertaining.  Tune in tomorrow when Mohawk Valley Girl is confused about what day it is, because she had Friday off.

 

Newton Was Right

So there I was, two days without posting, reluctant to make another Post About Not Making a Post, and pondering what the hell was wrong with me.  I thought about how we don’t really know what is good for us.  I like to write, I enjoy writing, I often feel good after I have written.  But there was this voice in my head saying, I don’t want to, I don’t have to, I can’t!  It is the same voice and same words even the voice uses when I think I should clean my house, go running, or even eat that cucumber that has been in my refrigerator since I bought it on Sunday.  For heaven’s sake, why would I not be able to cut up a cucumber, voice?

Unfortunately, I do not always think to talk back to the voice.  On occasion I ignore the voice, with varying results (turns out running or house cleaning, while not impossible, can be damn difficult) (but let us strive to think positively at this moment).  Today I pondered where the voice was coming from and why it often sounded so loudly.

My first thought was that we often do not know what is good for us.  For example, we drink one alcoholic beverage and it makes us feel good, so we have another.  By the third, that voice in our head (I am assuming in this example that I am not the only one who has one) is convinced that if we do not continue drinking, we will cease to feel good, we must have another!  We all know where this thinking leads us (if you have not actually had the experience, surely you have heard) (and I will call you Shirley if I decide to).  Most of us learn to ignore the voice’s toro poopie in these situations.

My next thought regarded a rule I have often observed in this space: writing begets more writing.  I write a letter to a friend or make an extensive entry in the TV Journal, I can easily make that day’s blog post.  Once I make a couple blog posts, I continue posting daily.  Obviously the opposite is true:  Not Writing begets more Not Writing. I capitalize Not Writing, because it is such a heinous situation to those of us who aspire to be Writers.

Then it hit me:  inertia.  Sir Isaac Newton did not just talk about Gravity, he also articulated the Law of Inertia:  An object in motion tends to stay in motion, an object at rest tends to stay at rest, unless worked on by outside forces.  I like the words “tends to,” because in fact, writing does not always beget more writing in my case.  My eighth grade science teacher  also pointed out that friction, gravity, etc, are included in “outside forces” that cause a moving object to stop seemingly of its own accord.  I add this for the yahoo (you know who you are) who just rolled a ball or a stone (not wanting to gather moss) and said, “There!  That object didn’t stay in motion!”

So you see, I do not only suffer from laziness, depression, and whatever else is wrong with me (probably a lot; I can just see some of you gearing up to give me a comprehensive list) (you know who you are):  I am a victim of inertia.  Today I fought the inertia enough to make a blog post of — goodness over 550 words!  Will this writer in motion tend to stay in motion?  I hope so.

 

A Few Vampires Never Hurt

Once again, I eschew writing about Mohawk Valley adventures for a Monstrous Monday post.  Full disclosure:  It has not been a particularly monstrous day.  For one reason I took off work for a couple of VA appointments.  I will not elaborate on that, because, you know, HIPAA (if I have that acronym right).

The Shadow of the Vampire?

Why not start right out with my favorite, Nosferatu (1922), that silent horror masterpiece.  I love the use of shadows.

For many the quintessential vampire.

Here is a busier illustration, the 1931 Tod Browning produced film.  My late, dearly missed husband,  Steve, was not especially enamored of this movie, but he occasionally consented to watch it with me.

Another favorite of many.

One might argue that Christopher Lee revitalized the role in the Hammer Films Dracula movies. I am not sure which film this picture is from, but I enjoy watching all of them.  Christopher Lee did not confine himself to Dracula, of course.  He memorably portrayed Frankenstein’s monster and other horror parts, both villainous and heroic.

Very atmospheric. I loved it.

To include one more vampire and get to at least 200 words, I share the poster of Dracula’s Daughter, a worthy addition to the pantheon.  Is pantheon the word I want?  Perhaps I should look it up.

Random vampire picture while I grab my dictionary.

Hmmm… doesn’t seem quite right by the definition, but it is used this way in the example.  On that note of grammar, I see I am over 200 words, so I sign off.  I hope you enjoyed another vampire post.  I will try not to let Tired Tuesday get the best of me.

 

I Strive to Improve on Wrist to Forehead Sunday

And then I let three days go by without a blog post.  Mostly because I did not want to make another post about not making a good post, yet I did not feel up to making a real blog post.  What the hell, me? Now it is Sunday, and I am feeling tired and done with the day but do not want another day to go by without making a blog post.  Well, I am trying to do better about every aspect of my life, blogging included.  I make  small improvements at irregular intervals.  Here is my attempt at improving my blogging.

I feel badly that I have good topics I have not blogged about yet. Perhaps I can make those posts in the coming week.  We shall see.  In the meantime, I will make a Wrist to Forehead Sunday post, just to not go another day without blogging.

I have been having a happy Sunday.

I am, in fact, watching an episode of Columbo.  I also utilized the Columbo method of cleaning:  I cleaned for a set amount of time then said, “One more thing!” and put away a couple more pieces of junk.

I do not only watch Columbo, although I do pop in many episodes.  I watched a different movie earlier, and during the previous week refrained entirely watching anything except for WKTV News in the morning.

So I guess this is a really nothing blog post.  I do believe that any blog post is better than no blog post at all.  I hope my readers agree.  If you do not, feel free to comment.  In the meantime, I am over 250 words.  Perhaps I can close with a cheerful picture at least.

Me drink wine? It could be!

It took me a while to find a picture I liked.  On the brighter side, this has gotten me over 300 words.  300 good words?  Let us not ask for miracles on Wrist to Forehead Sunday.

 

Cheers to the Luna Moth!

I had two authentic Mohawk Valley adventures last night with the result that I was too tired to blog about either one.  This morning I feel pressed for time, so I will put those on hold (which I hear receptionists should not do to a bomb threat), and try for a Waste Not Want Not Wednesday post.

Beautiful!

I took this picture at work a couple weeks ago.  Isn’t it awesome?  It is only the second or third time I saw a Luna Moth.  I forgot to share it on Facebook (it was the end of break at the time) so thought it was perfect for a Waste Not Want Not Wednesday.

Full disclosure: He was not drinking at the time.

This is Elvis, a pourer at a wine tasting at Valley Wine and Liquor in Herkimer, NY.  I have sadly not blogged about a tasting there in a while, but I usually mention the blog while I am taking tasting notes.  This time, Elvis said to me, “Do you want to take a picture for the blog?”  I confessed to not having used the previous picture.  Now, if he is pouring at another tasting, I can say I used one of the pictures.

I miss my adventure partner!

Here is my friend Kim on her recent visit to the Mohawk Valley.  We had paused at the Waterfront Grille, also in Herkimer, for a libation and a snack.  I suggested we take the previously obligatory pictures of each other toasting.

I had to stand up, because I was back-lit. No, I wasn’t lit!

My picture also gives a shout-out to Herkimer College, previously (and to some always) known as HCCC or H-Trip-C.

As I approach 300 words, I sign off on another late post.  Full disclosure:  there is every possibility today’s post will be late too.  But how appropriate for a Non-Sequitur Thursday post.

 

Maybe the Mouse Will Read My Blog

I’m sure nobody is surprised I am making my Tired Tuesday post early Wednesday morning, least of all me.  After work I did a very few things of use then was too tired to do much else.  How remiss of me. This morning when I went to put on coffee (too lazy to put it on last night), I thought I saw a mouse, screamed and took a step away, and fell on my hip.  It made a loud noise (I am no lightweight), which I hope scared the mouse off the premises.  A stop at the store to purchase mouse traps is in my future.  Yuck!  I hate mice!

Cheerful picture to take my mind off rodents.

I guess this is in the nature of another placeholder post, so I can continue my latest streak of posting every day.  I must begin doing more than going to work, doing a few chores, and going to sleep, so I have something to blog about.  Yesterday I did not even take my morning walk.  I must stop using the hot weather as an excuse:  sweaty adventures are better than no adventures at all.

I get results.

Here is the evidence of some of my earlier adventures in yard work.  I had a few more such adventures last week but I did not blog about them.  I had an idea of using a headline “Lawn 4, Cindy 0,”  but I really have not been keeping track of how many times I fought the lawn and the lawn won.  Perhaps it would be a good idea if I started keeping more journals.  I rarely watch television, so the TV Journal gets little use.  Come to think about it, I do keep a Running Journal (really a Running, Walking, and Other Exercise Journal), but have not updated it since June.  What the hell, me?   These are opportunities for me to write!  Why do I not write?

Well, this morning, I have written over 300 words here.  At least mildly entertaining words, I hope (and I will use a sentence fragment if I so choose, judge me if you would like).  One can only go on from where one is.  Thank you for sharing this time with me.

 

Late Monsters, Love Coffee

A late post is better than no post at all.  This week I am either back to late posts or no posts and I choose late posts.  Hello and welcome to a Monstrous Monday post made early Tuesday morning.

Random monster to denote passage of time while I go get coffee.

Everything is less monstrous with coffee.  Coffee drinkers will agree; non-coffee drinkers may substitute the beverage, comfort, or wake-up aid of their choice.  I am feeling a bit monstrous this morning for no particular reason.  At least, there may be reasons, but it would be dull to get into them.  Could I be getting old?  SAY IT AIN’T SO!!!

At least I am not toothless. Yet.

Yesterday I heard music wafting up from Meyers Park, where the Herkimer Downtown Chowdown was taking place, just to give a shout-out to a local attraction.  The Chowdown is the food truck event that runs Mondays in Meyers Park in Herkimer, NY.  They have some great musical entertainment.  I did not walk down yesterday, though.  I may stay home all week.  Judge me if you are so inclined.

He is watching you.

However, I do plan to go for walks this week.  I went for one yesterday morning.  Unfortunately (or fortunately, because I am feeling tired and lazy), it is raining this morning.  I hope it will not be too hot or raining this afternoon when I get home from work. If I do walk, there is a good chance I will walk by my beloved Herkimer Historic Four Corners.  One of the corners is the 1834 Jail, seen in the picture above.  I feel free to include it in Monstrous Monday because of the cut-out of Chester Gillette, a real life monster.  He only committed one murder in his short life, but if he had gotten away with it, I’m thinking he would have done away with other inconveniently pregnant girlfriends.

Ooh, look, I am over 300 words.  Score!  Let’s see if I can do my Tired Tuesday post later on ON Tuesday.  I am pretty sure I will be tired, but thank you for tuning in.

 

Where Did I Put My Brain?

Here I am back again at Wrist to Forehead Sunday.  One would think I could make a good post at this point, but I must ask, which one is that?  I mean, which one would think that, not which good post can I make, I feel obligated to elucidate.  My Mohawk Valley Adventures are in the increasingly distant past, and I feel not capable of writing about them.

My brain? Not likely.

As I like to do when I am feeling particularly brain dead, I share The Brain from Planet Arous.  It is quite the cheesy movie.  I have a cheesy movie playing now, but I am not paying the last bit of attention to it.  It is The Beast of Yucca Flats, starring Tor Johnson, if you wanted to know.  I may have an illustration of the movie in my Media Library, but I am not at all sure of that and dread more searching.

Ooh, here’s a creepy one!

I looked through a couple of months to see if I could find a picture of a movie I have seen recently or am inclined to see now and came across this shot from Mr. Brooks.  My late, dearly missed husband, Steve, and I went to the theatre in Georgia (where we lived at the time) to see Mr. Brooks when it was first released.  We appreciated it but thought it was not one we would care to pop in on a regular basis.  Fast forward to the early 2010s (I think) when a cousin of mine was selling some of his DVDs.  Steven bought a few, including Mr. Brooks.  I found it was, in fact, one I could enjoy multiple viewings of.  I especially felt this after my husband’s passing.  Make what table-top psychology of that you like.

In the meantime, I have gotten over 300 words. As regular readers know, I find that respectable, especially for a Wrist to Forehead Sunday post.  I shall sign off now and look for the DVD of Mr.Brooks, since The Beast of Yucca Flats ended as I typed.  I hope you are all having a pleasant end to your weekend.

 

Some Semblance of a Saturday Cinema Post

I had some idea that  I would go ahead and make my Lame Post Friday post later on Friday, after I had made my Apologetic Post.  Of course that did not work out.  Then I thought I would do a post at some point on Saturday, at least before I had started my usual Saturday debauchery.  Doesn’t that make me sound like a lush?  Perhaps I am. On the other hand, I did not drink and drive, and I am in fact, ten finger typing on my Chromebook with some amount of accuracy.  So there’s that.

On the other hand, I do not feel up to making what I feel is a real blog post.  There are a couple of things I did last weekend and even this weekend.  To blog about last weekend, I would need to find my cell phone and add some photos to my Media Library.  Is that really such a problem?  I guess it is.  This weekend I took no photos, alas.  However, I said I was going to start posting daily again, so here I am, trying for some semblance of a blog post.

A delightful collection.

I am onto the movie watching portion of my Saturday.  I watched House on Haunted Hill, the Vincent Price/William Castle original, of course, and Rope, another favorite.  In looking  for another movie to watch, I considered The Best of the Worst,  a DVD collection a purchased for my late, dearly missed husband Steven’s birthday one year, although I confess to enjoying it more than he did.  I was not inspired by any of the choices so decided on Midnight Lace, a surprisingly cheesy Doris Day movie on a collection of her movies I recently impulse bought for myself.

EEEEEEE!

I confess to liking House on Haunted Hill better than Midnight Lace.  For one reason, Doris Day has no courage whatsoever.  She is on the phone with a guy who is saying he is going to kill her and she hangs up, unable to listen to another word.  It’s on the PHONE, for heavens’ sake!  He is not there, directly threatening her; she can’t even stay on the line long enough for her husband to get on the extension and listen in?  I prefer my movie females to have more spunk.  I guess there is not a whole lot more spunk in the females in House on Haunted Hill, but at least they are threatened by ghosts and skeletons that are right there.

But perhaps I malign poor Doris.  There is no doubt her tormentor is a consummate manipulator.  I shall not expound on this more, in case you have not seen the movie and care to some day.  I remember  being quite taken with it the first time I saw it.  I was younger and less critical in those days.

I would like to add a picture of Doris Day but, alas, have not yet learned how to do so on my Chromebook.  Still, I am approaching 500 words, which I feel is respectable for Some Semblance of a Post.  I will try to get on to those Mohawk Valley adventures tomorrow.

 

An Apologetic Post

I guess I have some work to do to make it back to being a daily blogger.  Once again, as I have often done with my running, I begin again.  Perhaps that was a bad comparison, because I have not been running in, oh dear, I think it has been months.  Of course I am too lazy to pull up my Running Journal and look.  And by “pull up my Running Journal,” I mean lean off the couch, to the danger of the Chromebook balanced on my legs, and paw through the mess under my coffee table.  It is there somewhere. I need to update it on walks I have taken since (oh dear) June.

Me being lazy.

I threw in a picture to pep things up.  This is my legs’ approximate position, but I am wearing slippers with no socks.  It is early Friday morning, and I last posted Sunday evening.  For that I apologize.  As it happens, perhaps I should have swooned for real and not just metaphorically.  The week has not been terrible, but my state of  mind has been.  I quite frankly do not know what is wrong with me.  I suppose a number of others have wondered that for years (you know who you are).  However, I have made it to work every day and tried to keep a smile on my face and a song in my heart.  Unfortunately, the song was usually The Volga Boatman.

 

Bloom where you are planted!

I add a cheerful picture to counteract the whining.  This is a photo from a previous year, but I believe my Rose of Sharon is currently blooming.  I spared it a glance while doing yard work yesterday (see, I have accomplished a few things), but I was too absorbed in gathering fallen branches and sticks to pay much attention.  We had a storm earlier this week.  Not a tornado, as Rome, NY had.  My parents live in Rome but, thankfully, suffered no damage, by the way.

I see I have babbled on for over 300 words. I hope to get back to posting on a daily basis, and of course I hope you will stay tuned.