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Muddled Monday

Posted on March 27, 2012 by mohawkvalleygirl

I was either going to write about Saturday’s wine tasting or resort to Middle-aged Musings. Well, I mislaid my tasting notes, so musings it is.

I’m actually bemused this morning, because my coffee has not kicked in. What’s that all about? I can’t still be tired from Saturday, can I? Am I getting too old to have fun? Say it ain’t so!

I can’t write a whole blog post about how tired I feel. Actually, I could because right now that is uppermost in my mind, but how boring would it be? The sad thing is, I think I have mentioned how tired I am many times in this blog. I know I’ve talked about my desire for an old lady seat so I can shower sitting down. Yesterday I even considered staying dirty.

Actually, there is something else I could blog about (such a silly verb): Friday night. Friday night was to be spent with my husband. I felt so bad that he had to work and could not go on the wine tasting tour. Really, the older I get (ooh, it’s another middle-aged musing), the more I just want to be with my husband. Fun without Steven is just not as much fun. I’ve always felt that way to a point; heck, why would I have married him if I didn’t like to be with him? I may be an independent, take charge kind of woman (and say so in my blog), I may be my own person (others have described me that way), but I like to be with my husband. So there.

Our first stop Friday night was the Ilion Farmer’s Market at Clapsaddle Farm, Otsego Street, Ilion, NY. I just talked about it last week. This week we took our schnoodle Tabby. Tabby loves the Farmer’s Market. The old barn has so many smells for her, and there are always nice people who like to pet a cute dog (which she is). We got into a big conversation with one lady about dogs, cats and skunks.

After the Farmer’s Market we headed back down Otsego Street to Ilion Wine and Spirits, 10 E. Main St. They were having a wine tasting (kind of a warm up for my Saturday). We left Tabby in the car, because she’s not 21. I have some notes on that tasting too, so I guess I’ll write more about it later.

We took Tabby home before we went to dinner at the Herkimer Elks Lodge on Mary Street. The sign out front used to advertise Fish Fry, but now it says Dinner, reflecting their expanded menu. The cooking is by Dominick Scalise of Dominick’s Deli in Herkimer, and everything we’ve had so far is quite delicious. Friday I had seafood stuffed haddock and Steven had baked haddock. I look forward to eating my leftovers.

I’m thinking my musings were more entertaining than my activities, or do I flatter myself? No matter. I’ve written both, I’ll type in both (like last week, I have little time and am too flustered for extensive re-writes). People can like it or not (although I hope they do).

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Before the Wine

Posted on March 26, 2012 by mohawkvalleygirl

Saturday was an adventure filled day for me, but not in the Mohawk Valley. It was driving distance from the Mohawk Valley, though, so I’m sure it’s perfectly acceptable for a blog topic. I went wine tasting in the Finger Lakes.

I must point out, however, that it is not easy driving distance. I had to get up prior to five in the morning to get things done and get to Marcy to my sister’s house. From there we went to Rome and from there to Liverpool. Then and only then did we start the hour drive to the lakes. And then we drove to some wineries. Um, I didn’t drive. We had a designated driver. Then it was back to Liverpool, then back to Rome, where my husband picked me up and we drove back to Herkimer. And that last drive, let me tell you seemed to take FOREVER! At my age, I think overnight trips are the way to go. But that’s neither here nor there (oh, actually, I guess it’s there).

I spent all day telling people at the wineries I was going to put them in my blog. They responded politely. But first I thought I’d tell about one little thing that happened in Rome before the trip, just because I told my mom and sister it was going in the blog.

My dad’s hobby is restoring classic cars. He is very good at it, and has some beautiful vehicles. When Cheryl and I pulled into Mom and Dad’s driveway, we saw a yellow 1958 Chevrolet pick up truck I hadn’t seen before. Full disclosure: I did not recognize it as being 1958, but there was a license plate cover that said “’58 Truck” on it.

Dad asked our help to push it into the garage.

“I can push a truck,” I said. “I work in a factory! I used to be in the army!” Nobody was impressed, but this is family. They’re never impressed.

Dad pushed from the driver’s side door so he could steer. Mom, Cheryl and I pushed from the rear. Almost as soon as the truck started moving, Mom and Cheryl started hollering that I wasn’t really pushing; they were doing all the work. I saved my breath to keep pushing. I’ll let the reader decide who to believe.

Luckily the driveway is not very long. And I think it was a good thing we did not get the truck going very fast, because I don’t think the brakes work. If I knew how to post a photo, I could have taken a picture and posted it, maybe even doing a whole post later with before and after. Perhaps in the future.

In the meantime, that was a fun little interlude before a long time sitting in the car. And since Sunday finds me too tired to write a long post about the wine tasting, I thought this would do. Stay tuned for more about wine, unless I get caught up in Middle-aged Musings Monday (which, of course, is more whine) (you knew I was going to make that pun, didn’t you?).

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Silly Saturday

Posted on March 24, 2012 by mohawkvalleygirl

OK, this is going to be a short, foolish post.

I hesitated what to call it, because I have at least one friend who calls me out when she perceives I am putting myself down. So I couldn’t call it stupid. I might have called it lame, but will I include any random observations and half-baked philosophies? Silly might have worked, but what if I didn’t get silly enough? So you see how I dither (dither is a really good word; it exactly describes what I do).

It is five in the morning and I am sitting at my computer. I had meant to come home last night, write the post, save it as a draft and only have to hit a few buttons this morning. I was too tired. In fact, my original plan included rewriting the lame post I had written at work that day for Friday. Why do I even bother making plans?

On the brighter side, in about an hour I will be headed to my sister’s house. From there we will pick up mother and sister-in-law and head to another sister’s house, where we will be joined by the other sister and a cousin, and we are headed to the Finger Lakes for WINE TASTING!!! This, of course, is why I have been flustered all week (and not a little obsessed: Friday watching the news on YNN, I thought the guy called the channel “Wine-N”).

On the even brighter side, my coffee seems to be kicking in. I’ve heard that the caffeine in coffee really takes about 20 minutes to kick in. If you are falling asleep on a road trip, they say (oh, those smart, smart people, “they”), you should get yourself a cup of coffee, then take a 20 minute power nap till the caffeine kicks in. That would never work for me. Whether it’s the hot beverage or placebo effect, I get fast results. Coffee is a gift from God.

OK, that’s over 300 words. A not unrespectable post (my computer is telling me unrespectable is not a word; go figure). As I look back over it, a not unsilly post (also not a real word). Bottom line, I like it. I’m hitting publish. Happy Saturday.

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Tale of my Toes

Posted on March 23, 2012 by mohawkvalleygirl

I’d been wanting a pedicure for a couple of months now. I don’t usually wait for sandal weather; I like a pedicure any time. For one thing, I can’t seem to clip my own toenails properly and so get ingrown ones. And I never do the pumice stone thing right, either. I like to leave these things to the professionals.

Now that we’ve skipped right from spring into summer, it seemed even more imperative to have pretty toes. When I remembered that this Saturday was my sisters’ wine tasting trip, and I might want to wear sandals, my situation seemed dire.

I know, some of you are saying, “Come on! Dire?” (While nice ladies with pretty toes are nodding wisely in agreement.) I’m working overtime, I have rehearsals three days a week, I have a dog to walk a house to clean, laundry to do, a husband NOT to neglect… other people may handle their overcrowded schedules with panache (although I doubt it). I feel… if not overwhelmed, at least 80 to 90 percent whelmed.

Wednesday was the best day to get my pedicure. The operative thing to do was to make a four o’clock appointment and bring my sandals to work, so I could go straight to my appointment and not upset my dog (she hates it when you come home then leave right away). Of course I neglected to make said appointment. Maybe I could call from work. I forgot the sandals. Maybe all of you would see your way clear, but I pondered and dithered. Finally I found Hot Spot’s phone number in the phone book and called during lunch. A 4:30 appointment was open. I could go home, shower and change. I would disappoint my dog, but sometimes these things can’t be helped.

Of course getting couldn’t be easy with me. I wanted to go down Washington Street. I wondered if I really wanted to go by the courthouse, which at this time of day would probably have a lot of car and foot traffic. I reasoned that I would have time to make it through and it was the least complicated way to go. Then I got so absorbed in maneuvering through four way stops on German Street that I missed the turn. Now it was complicated. I turned right at the next opportunity and hoped for the best. I hope everybody realizes that missing a turn in Herkimer is not always easily fixed by a drive around the block. The blocks are not the squares and rectangles we expect. But my walking and running in the area stood me in good stead. I came out on Washington below the court house. Yay me. I can never do these things on purpose, but sometimes they work out.

I found a parking space a little ways down from the Hot Spot. Of course, as I walked to the door I saw at least three closer spots, but you can’t count on these things.

As soon as I walked in, Claire greeted me and said she’d be right with me. Then I turned around and walked back out, because I realized I had left my book in the truck. It’s the kind of day I’d been having (as you can tell). No matter. Once I had my feet in the warm, bubbly water, I knew I had done the right thing. Claire said she had an eyebrow waxing but would be right back.

“Take your time,” I said. “Now that I’m soaking, I’m happy.”

I opened my book about the Last Woman Hanged: Roxalana Druse, but part of me wanted to stare at nail polish colors and ponder my choice. A paragraph in, the book had my full attention. I was hoping to finish it by this weekend, because my mother and at least one sister want to borrow it.

Once Claire was working on my feet, though, it was more pleasant to chat. I told her about wine tasting and showed her my book. This led to a discussion of murderesses in general and the show Snapped. A lady and her daughter were also getting pedicures, and the girl doing theirs (I foolishly did not get her name) said she watched Snapped all the time.

“My fiance tells me, ‘Don’t get any ideas!'”

Claire brought up the movie Conviction, about a man wrongfully accused. The young girl who was getting a pedicure had heard a talk by Steven Barnes at her school. Barnes, in case you didn’t know, is a local man who served 18 years for a crime he did not commit. He was exonerated, but the real murderer has not been caught.

When it came time to pick my color, I first thought a neon pink which had been considered by the lady next to me. Then Claire pointed out a purple, which was also new.

“That seems more like you,” she said.

I felt so pleased by the recommendation, because it showed that Claire remembered me from previous visits. In fact, it’s been at least a year since I’ve been to the Hot Spot. I certainly won’t wait that long again. It was a great recommendation, too. I love my purple toes. I did not make a note of the color name. Something Plum, I think. It doesn’t really matter, because I never do the same color twice in a row.

I was sorry to put on socks and shoes for work this morning (not too sorry, though; safety first). Even if the temperatures cool off on Saturday, I will probably try to wear sandals for at least part of our wine tasting tour.

Hot Spot is located at 121 E. Albany St., Herkimer, NY, phone number 315-866-9113. You can also find them on Facebook.

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A Not So Fun Run

Posted on March 22, 2012 by mohawkvalleygirl

Since Sunday’s run went so well, I felt quite confident setting out on Tuesday. Silly me.

I had spent the afternoon at work feeling the warm temperature, watching clouds come and go, and pondering my life for the week. With only twenty-four hours in the day, ten of them devoted to work and a certain number (rarely high enough) to sleep, one can’t do everything one would like. In the army there was always some officer or NCO ready to intone the mantra, “Time management,” as if it were some magic formula that actually increased said 24 hours. Of course, they never gave the formula or even any specific organizational tips. I’m sure they did what I do: NOT everything.

That was a digression (sneaking in a middle-aged musing, I suppose). To get back on track (appropriate for a running post), I chose to run. I noticed right away that it was warm and humid. Of course I had been noticing that all day, but now it was emphasized.

I saw a young man run down the street I intended to turn onto. I thought briefly of turning the other way, then decided not to flatter myself. There was little chance of my catching a pedestrian let along a young man running.

He was dressed in black. I don’t like to dress in black on the bright, sunny days. I get too hot. I had searched my drawers for a large, white shirt. I found a Hummel’s Office Plus t-shirt we had purchased at a rummage sale at our church a few years ago.

It was soon clear that this would not be an easy run. My legs acted as if they had never run one step ever in their lives and I was ridiculous for asking them to. I wondered if this was the difference between running in forty degree weather and running in seventy degree weather. Then I thought it was more likely the difference between running in the morning of a day off and running after ten hours of work.

But if there’s one thing I’ve learned, it’s how to persevere through a difficult run. I started looking for things to mention in my blog, to distract myself. I saw a lady walking a dalmatian, a beautiful dog. They were on the other side of the street, so I could not ask to pet the dog, as I like to do. I was pleased that there were no puddles, especially as I ran down a section of Caroline Street where there is often a deep one. My bunions have been saying rain, but they often say that a day or two before it actually does.

Soon I was having trouble with my breathing. Nothing too serious. Only, with my sinuses it is next to impossible to do the “in through your nose out through your mouth” thing they say you’re supposed to do. My throat dried out in an uncomfortable fashion. I experimented with breathing through my nose. No good. I remembered that a friend had recommended concentrating on my exhale at times like this. Make sure I’m getting rid of the bad air to make room for the good. That seemed to help. I wished I had run toward the spring so I could stop for a drink. I thought about the bottle of ice water I had waiting for me on my deck and was encouraged to keep moving.

When I was almost home, I passed a couple of ladies with kids and dogs, pushing a four-seat stroller.

“Is there room for me in that stroller thing?” I called.

“There is!” one answered. “I’ll give you a piggy back — you look like you’re working way too hard!”

“I’m trying!”

She started to say something about being an anti-runner, but I was past before she finished. That’s the trouble with these running conversations; sometimes you miss the good parts.

I managed to keep running for my set length of time. I thought that was pretty good of me. I confess I spent a good portion of my run saying, “Each step is one more step I can make on the Boilermaker.” I know it’s a difficult run when I notice each step.

But you’ll have difficult runs. I could say something profound about making it through difficult times in life, but I think we all get the idea. Maybe that could be some of my half-baked philosophy for Lame Post Friday.

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Fish Fry Feast

Posted on March 21, 2012 by mohawkvalleygirl

I love fish fry. I love fish and I love fry. So I had been wanting to check out the Ilion Moose Lodge Fish Fry. Last Friday I got my chance.

The lodge is located on Barringer Road, Ilion, NY, near Barringer Road School. Having gotten directions from Jim Parker at the Ilion Farmer’s Market (see previous post), we found it with no problem.

We walked into the bar and were directed to the back room. This is a large, airy space that I think would be ideal for many functions. We easily found a table for two. We did not have to peruse the menu once we heard the specials. I decided to try the Haddock Reuben and Steven chose the Shrimp Basket. We like to order different things, so we can try each others. I got sweet potato fries (my favorite!) while Steven stuck with regular. I asked if I was allowed to go into the bar area and get a glass of wine. I was.

When I returned with my Chablis, Steven had obtained a cup of his beloved coffee. Our food, when it arrived, was delicious. As we were eating I heard another patron asking what a Haddock Reuben was.

“It’s yummy!” I called across the room. Just trying to be helpful.

I did not finish my yummy sandwich. They provided me with a take-out container, which I promptly left on the table. The waitress nicely brought it out to me before we drove away.

I do love a Friday fish fry. It sets me up for the weekend. I look forward to returning to the Ilion Moose Lodge, possibly next week. They told me they are also open Good Friday, so if I don’t make it then, I’ll have another chance.

Fish fry is served from 4 to 7 p.m. Fridays at the Ilion Moose Lodge on Barringer Road. I highly recommend it.

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Old is New at the Farmer’s Market

Posted on March 20, 2012 by mohawkvalleygirl

Friday Steven and I had occasion to go to one of my all time favorite Mohawk Valley places, the Ilion Farmer’s Market at Clapsaddle Farm, Otsego Street, Ilion, NY.

The market is open Friday from 10 a.m. to 6 p.m. and Saturday from 9 a.m. to 5 p.m. I was able to get home, shower and change before we headed out. I dressed a little fancy for a farmer’s market, in pantyhose and a dress, because I hoped to go to dinner afterwards.

We had some discussion about that, because we like to bring our schnoodle, Tabby, to the Farmer’s Market, but we don’t like to leave her in the car while we go someplace to eat. I suggested we either get take out (despite my fancy outfit) or bring Tabby home before we dined. Steven suggested we leave Tabby home entirely and she could accompany us to the Farmer’s Market another time. I was amenable to that, especially the implication that we would visit the Farmer’s Market again soon.

I know I’ve talked about the Ilion Farmer’s Market many times, but I can never resist mentioning it again. I just love everything about it: driving over the wooden bridge to get there, the antique barn that houses it, Jim Parker’s artwork. This time we sampled some Amish cheeses and decided to buy some. We sampled some cookies and definitely bought some. I checked for garlic pickles, but, alas, none were available.

What was new this time was a display of antiques for sale. It was a nice little area with shelves and a display case. Jim Parker told us the antique dealer was also a contractor and had done all the work himself using wood from old barns. We did not purchase anything Friday, but I will probably return to get one of the ladies’ handkerchiefs I saw. I think my character in Harvey would carry just such a handkerchief (for those just tuning in or anyone who forgot, Harvey is the play I’m in at Ilion Little Theatre).

Before we left we asked Jim for directions to the Ilion Moose Lodge, where we thought we’d go for the fish fry. He gave us the directions twice, because the first time I thought Steven was listening and Steven thought I was listening. The second time we both listened and departed with thanks, confident we would find the fish fry. That will be the subject for tomorrow’s post. Stay tuned.

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Back on the Boilermaker Track

Posted on March 19, 2012 by mohawkvalleygirl

As I noted in yesterday’s post, I have been suffering (and making those around me suffer) from a bad cold for the past week. So I haven’t been running. I know! After that magnificent jaunt up the hill to Herkimer County Community College, increasing my run time by the recommended ten percent, I slacked off for six days. Disgraceful!

Well, this morning I was feeling better. Still not 100%, but definitely on the mend. I knew what I had to do.

I wanted to do it early, in case I relapsed as the day wore on. It was at least 40 degrees, so I felt confident running in shorts and a t-shirt. I put a headband on. Keeps the hair out of my eyes and covers my ears if they get cold. Off I went.

Right away my hands were cold. My outfit was OK, but if I could have added a pair of big old mittens to it, it would have been grand. No matter, I didn’t need to use my hands for anything. Let them get stiff; they’ll warm up later.

I ran in a different direction from what I usually run. I had an idea I wanted to get a pedicure later so thought I’d run by two places that do pedicures and see what hours they’re open. Running with a purpose, how do you like that? One place, the Hot Spot, opens at 11 a.m.; the other, Luxury Nails, is closed Sundays. I made a mental note and ran on.

It really wasn’t too hard, running along bare, fairly level sidewalks. I didn’t feel as if I’d taken a week off. Not like beginning again at all. I should know: I stop running and begin again all the time. But now I’m registered for the Boilermaker. They’ve reached their ceiling of 14,000 runners, too. It would be too bad of me not to run, since I have perhaps taken a slot away from somebody else.

So I ran along, thinking about the Boilermaker and wondering what it would be like this year. Warmer than 40 degrees, probably. My hands still weren’t happy with me, but the rest of my body warmed up all right. I didn’t run any hills. I thought, convalescent from a cold and not running for six days, why push too hard? I ran for the length of time I had run before last Sunday, before I added the ten percent. That wasn’t so bad, I thought. I can put that ten percent back in by the end of the week.

It was a pretty uneventful run. But I thought I’d write a post about it, in case anybody was wondering. Yes, I’m still running. Still training for the Boilermaker. Colds and decongestants can slow me down, but they can’t stop me!

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Blogger’s Day Off

Posted on March 18, 2012 by mohawkvalleygirl

I was afraid it would come to this. I fought the good fight all week with what sleep I could get and zinc supplements, but the cold has won (to show the state of my brain, I almost typed “one” for “won”). Since my goal is to make a post every day, I will subject you all to the history of my illness and hope it comes out as amusing as it did in my head a few minutes ago.

My cold started last Sunday, the day I heroically ran up the hill to Herkimer County Community College. I didn’t recognize it at the time, though, because it took the form of a very stiff neck. After I had written my whole blog post about the run, I realized I had completely left out the neck. As I was running, though, I was thinking about it. When I wanted to look left or right I had to twist my whole upper body. Then I spend a block and a half twisting back and forth, like Chubby Checkers, because I thought it might be good exercise. Remember, after he did “The Twist”, Checkers no longer particularly rated his nickname.

So I spent all week with a terrible cold but managed to make it through work, rehearsals and blog posts. By Friday I was actually feeling a little better. I still had the stiff neck on one side (I believe I mentioned it in Friday’s lame post), but my head felt better. Till I was on my way home, then I had that sick headache and the macaroni leg thing. Still, I thought I was on the mend.

I thought to seal my recovery I would take a Lorata-D, a rather powerful decongestant that is over the counter but you have to ask the pharmacist for it. I rarely take it, because although it clears me out like a sandblaster (only with different action, I imagine), the side effects are uncomfortable. If I take it at night, I can’t sleep at all. If I take it during the day I get horribly light-headed. I thought, I’ll outsmart it. I’ll take it at 4 p.m. I’ll only be lightheaded for the evening, I’ll probably sleep OK. If not, I have Saturday off; I can take a nap.

I actually didn’t sleep too badly. I had an hour or two of tossing and turning in the middle of the night, but I slept in by a few hours compared to my usual rising time. It was after I got up that the lightheadedness kicked in with a vengeance. I can’t do anything but sit here and feel lightheaded. It’s awful!!! Coffee didn’t help. Taking a walk with Tabby in the fresh air didn’t help. I feel I have no brain, and it is not fun.

After Steven went to work I went back to bed. I thought I could sleep, wake up and drink coffee and start over again. I slept a little and got up feeling every bit as useless. I remembered recently my sister saying on Facebook she had taken a detox bath with Epsom salts, baking soda and sea salt. I asked her if salt from salt potatoes would work (we haven’t bought table salt in years. Ever since we moved back from the south, where you unaccountably can’t get salt potatoes, it’s almost the only kind of potato we buy. They always give you way more salt than you need). She said she thought not as it was too refined. Well, I am not refined at all, so I thought it would even out. I tried it. If nothing else, I had to get clean and I did not feel like standing up in the shower (I know I’ve mentioned feeling this way before. My mother told me she has Grandma’s old lady shower chair that I can have if I really want it).

So here I am, clean and still lightheaded. Coffee is brewing; I can only hope it helps. As I read back over what I’ve typed (a rare day of composing at the computer instead of in my notebook), I see, not as amusing as I had hoped. Although I kind of like the bit about salt potatoes and not being refined. Still, I’ve managed to make my post. I can only try to be more scintillating tomorrow (do you pronounce the “c” when you say “scintillating”? I’ve always wondered).

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Lame is a Many Splendored Thing

Posted on March 17, 2012 by mohawkvalleygirl

“Dr. Chumley, my mother used to say to me, ‘In this world, Elwood’ — she always called me Elwood — she’d say, ‘In this world, Elwood, you must be oh, so smart or oh, so pleasant.’ For years I was smart. I recommend pleasant. You may quote me.”
-Elwood P. Dowd in the play Harvey by Mary Chase

I think it would be nice to live by this quote. Of course I don’t usually. I’m usually still caught up in the oh, so smart mode. But I’m working on oh, so pleasant.

Here is a random observation that veers into half-baked philosophy: it is just as easy to be nice as not most of the time. For example, if somebody you don’t like says “good morning” in a pleasant tone of voice, you can smile and say, “good morning” back. It’s not that hard. Apparently for some people it is.

My next random observation veers into middle-aged musings (you see how well I can multi-task): when you’re in your late 40s, you will have pain. Today it’s a muscle spasm in my shoulder, making it difficult to turn my head or use my right arm (and yet I’m writing this. How dedicated am I?). It’s actually adding a little interest to my morning. As I hold myself stiffly, I’m pretending I’m the guy with the deformed hand in The Brain that Wouldn’t Die (a fun movie with or without robot heads).

Although, as I think about it, I realize you can have pain at any age. There are headaches and period cramps and sore muscles from athletic endeavors. I remember a friend of mine who suffered from migraines saying, “I wonder what it would be like to go a whole day with suffering any pain.” A guy looked at her and said, “I often go a day without pain.” Well, some people are blessed, that’s all.

A woman at work who dislikes me was maneuvered by circumstances into smiling at me. I was walking down the hall more or less level with a management type. She smiled at him then turned her head in my direction, probably not knowing who it was. She was still smiling and I was past her before she had time to stop! Ha! She can’t say good morning, but for one teeny tiny second, she smiled at me! Hey, point and laugh if you must: I take my joy where I can find it.

Incidentally, the woman did have chances to give me dirty looks later (at least, maybe they weren’t dirty looks at me; maybe she was in a fowl mood and I was in her line of vision), which led me to a Christian thought. If Jesus could forgive people who crucified him, how much more should I forgive somebody who merely gives me dirty looks.

Well, I do love Lame Post Fridays, where I just sit down and write whatever comes to mind. If you’ve been entertained, yay! If you’ve been bored, thank you for bearing with me. The nice thing is now it’s the weekend, and I have various Mohawk Valley adventures planned. Stay tuned!

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