Category Archives: Tired Tuesday

Is Tardy Tuesday My Fault?

I was too tired too make even a Tired Tuesday Post. However, as I typed that in, I thought of a new feature: Tardy Tuesday! So here I go, with my inaugural Tired Tuesday Post, discreetly failing to tally the number of previous Tuesdays I have been tardy (the Tardy Tuesday Tally?).

My husband, Steve, just brought me coffee, by the way. Aaaaaahhhhh!

I logged onto Facebook before starting this, a stalling tactic with a purpose, since I usually share my post on Facebook. While there, I peeked at On This Day, hoping for some inspiration (OK, I was just stalling some more) and saw this semi-profound statement: It’s not just computers; my whole life is Operator Error.

I suppose it is true. Most of the problems in my life can be traced back to choices I made. In my defense, it seemed like a good idea at the time. However, other people sing, whatever will be, will be. Doris Day got rather tiresome with repeating that philosophy in her autobiography (although it was otherwise a very good book). This could be the topic of a whole blog post: is everything our fault or is nothing?

You want me to write that blog post? Perhaps I will. But not today. I have managed to eke out 200 words, and I have to get on with my Wednesday. Will I wuss out on today’s post? We shall see.

Oh Yeah, I Ran

I am uncomfortably aware that I have not posted since Friday (Saturday actually, since the post was late, but you see what I mean). The fact is, Saturday Running Commentary should have made a triumphant return. I ran on Saturday! And it was great! And I ran again on Sunday! And it was not so great!

Still, we could have had a triumphant return on Saturday, because we did not know then how Sunday was going to turn out. Perhaps it was not what others might consider a triumph anyways. To me, since I had not been running since January, any step was good. I set myself a goal of 20 minutes and ran for 24. Later I took a 20 minute walk. I was back on the road to fitness!

Sunday I felt less fit. I managed to run but let myself off the hook at seventeen and a half minutes. Still, I told myself, after two months off and being sick…

The problem was, my runs had irritated the fronts of my thighs so that going up and especially down stairs was torture. I whined and cried in a most unbecoming fashion. Monday I discovered a terrible shin splint in one leg. Any walking was rendered hideous. I had to say, what the hell, body?

I have stopped and restarted running any number of times since the late ’90’s. I have never suffered such pain. Could I be feeling my age? SAY IT AIN’T SO!!!

The shin splint was in abeyance today, so I tried to run again. I had to remind myself that I LIKE to run. I guess parts of the run were OK. I continued for a mere 17 minutes. As I started my cool down walk, a voice in my head kept saying, “Where is it written that I have to do a ten minute cool down walk?” This voice has questioned me before. I had to admit, she has a point.

I see I have blathered on for over 300 words (and my autocorrect seems to think “blathered” is not a word). I say pretty good for a Tired Tuesday. I hope I can continue to run. For one reason, it gives me something to blog about.

Blog Post to Nowhere

I think I can just about manage a Tired Tuesday Post. But no promises. How pathetic am I? Well, I will try not to whine too much. The fact that I am tired but attempting to blog ought to encourage me; on previous tired evenings, I have just said to heck with it and gone to bed. And I haven’t always said “heck.”

Hmm…. It seems no words are forthcoming. I am in my bed pecking away at my Tablet. I knew when I headed up the stairs that I had little idea what to post about. I trusted my meager brain to come up with something. Regular readers know, as I do, that sometimes it does.

I have been trying to write more during the day, before work, on breaks, even after work. Sometimes it goes well, sometimes not so much. Sometimes all I can do is reach for my puzzle book and work on a cryptogram puzzle. Sometimes all three things happen in rapid succession.

Some writers do not find writing to be so mysterious. They just sit down and write. I am tempted to ask their secret but on reflection, I fear they do not know what it is themselves. They would probably give me a scornful lecture on discipline and recommend me not to be such a lazy, whiny baby. I don’t need that; I can beat myself up, thank you.

Where was I going with this? I guess I was just hoping to reach 200 words, and I have. Thank you for bearing with me.

Not Friday and Not 200 Words

I do feel like an idiot.

I kept thinking about this meme while I was at work today. It is the curse of the Monday through Friday worker. However, I have worked many work schedules: six on, three off; four twelve hour days, three off; retail hours with no regularity and no weekends off… Monday through Friday day shift suits me very well, if I have to work, which I do.

As you may have guessed, this is another post where I rattle on about nothing in particular till I get to 200 words. I have got to get out of the house for more than work so I can have some stuff to write about!

In the meantime, I shall bill this as a Tired Tuesday Post. I am feeling tired, as per usual. In fact, I feel too tired to rattle on for the full 200 words. I hope my readers will forgive me and tune in tomorrow, when I hope it will not be Wuss-out Wednesday.

Could Be Why I’m Tired

So I missed posting again yesterday. In my defense, I had a lot to do. When I was battling the ice on my windshield (how was there suck a big chuck? what the hell, nature?), I broke a windshield wiper. Crap! At first I thought I could snap it back on, but it is still dark when I leave for work, and I couldn’t see what I was doing. All I managed was to break a piece off. Typical me! I could not get the piece back on either the wiper or the arm. Grrr!

I went into the house for some light, and Steven went to put on pants and shoes to come help me. With great if misplaced effort, I wrestled the piece back onto the wiper blade. Now I was in business! Unfortunately, when I got back outside, I still could not get the wiper back on the arm. Fortunately, it was the passenger side.

By this time, Steven had made it outside. However, I had determined the cause hopeless and said I would drive to work with one wiper.

“It isn’t precipitating,” I pointed out. “I’ll get a new wiper on the way home.”

Steven was helpful, however, because he moved the trash and recycling containers, which were at the end of the driveway, because of snowbanks from Monday’s storm. He also undertook to move them back after I was gone. This was nice, because otherwise I would have had to leave my car in the street and move them back myself, unless I forgot all about them and backed into them (would I do a thing like that? Um, yes, I would and have).

I did encounter some precipitation on the way to work, but my driver side wiper sufficed. After work I stopped at AutoZone in Herkimer, NY (where I live). I don’t usually plug chain stores, but the young man that helped me was so nice! He recommended the all-weather blade that he uses (not the most expensive one), put it on my car for me, and used his bare hands to clean out some of the ice that was collecting under the edge of the hood. Sweet!

In addition to these adventures (which I see have taken me over 300 words to describe, Score!), I also had rehearsal. Before rehearsal I had to stop and purchase yarn for crochet and knitting purposes. You see, my part in the play is small; I must keep myself occupied or I will get in trouble (me, get in trouble? Say it ain’t so!). I guess I’ll just bill this as a Tired Tuesday post, hope my readers will overlook it being late, and drive on (Freudian typo: I put “dive on” instead of “drive on.” Guess I’ll dive into Wednesday!).

Was I Chilling Out?

I’m back to my old tricks of late, foolish posts, but, as a co-worker likes to say, you’ll have that. At least, with this blog you will. I make no apologies but mention it with perhaps a bit of sheepishness. I intend to bill this as a Tired Tuesday Post, because I was in fact too tired to attempt event anything foolish.

Yesterday was the coldest day so far this winter. How the times have changed! I remember when Steve and I lived in the North Country (Norwood, NY to be exact). We would have stretches of days when the temperatures did not make it above zero. Oh, how happy we were when we got a heat wave of 2 degrees, and when we got to double digits — woohoo! And when we had to or wanted to leave the house (apartment), we damn well did and made no bones about it.

So much for the trip down memory lane. As the cliche goes, that was then and this is now. My point in bringing it up is that I blame yesterday’s tiredness on being cold all day long. My place of employment is not well insulated, and there is are large doors that open and close at irregular intervals. YES, I am happy I have a job! Please don’t start with the Just-Be-Thankful-Thats. You know who you are, and I find it a singularly annoying thing to hear.

Anyways, I have blathered on for at least 200 words (over 250 by the time I get to the end of this paragraph). Perhaps I should apologize about the dull content of the post. Bitching about winter weather in Central New York. How singularly unoriginal. I’ll blame it on brain freeze.

Tired Post, Small Victory

This will be a Tired Tuesday Post, because, well, I am. I went for a run earlier, thinking to do a Running Commentary Post. Perhaps I could manage a Tired Running Commentary.

I spent part of my drive home from work rationalizing why I did not need to go running today. The other part was spent deciding that I did not need a rationalization; I could just decide not to run. Then I got home, put on running clothes, and got going. I put in a load of laundry before I went, which regular readers know is my favorite multi-task.

It was cold. Not too cold, really. My face and my fingers suffered. I could pull my fingers into the big part of my gloves and make fists, but there was no help for my face (cue unkind remarks like, “Ain’t that the truth!”). No matter. All I had to do was keep going.

And “keep going” was pretty much all I did manage to do. I did not run fast, I did not go up any hills, and I did not keep going for very long. Still, I thought 20 minutes and a mile and a half was good enough.

This is hardly up to my usual Running Commentary standards. No description of anything I saw, no anecdotes about people I spoke to or dogs I petted, no amusing (to me at least) inner dialogue. I apologize for that.

The point is, I ran, I made a blog post, and I did a load of laundry (I did manage to put it in the drier after the run) (fold it? Good God, what miracles do you want from me?). I must celebrate what small victories I can.

Was This Blog Post a Good Idea?

This will be a Tired Tuesday Post. I had thought to make a Running Commentary Post, especially since I ran against all inclination to do any such thing. Then I thought I would not make any post at all, which has become a bad habit with me. However, as I reminded myself that it would be a good idea to run, I have convinced myself that it would be a good idea to blog. So here we are.

This is something I’m sure I have talked about before, but it bears repeating. Whenever I tell myself I “should” do something or “ought to” or “must,” the chances of me doing whatever it is are considerably diminished. However, when I use the gentler persuasion, “it would be a good idea to,” I get much better results.

I don’t know why that should surprise me. The “good idea” line makes it a choice, not an obligation. Suddenly I am an adult (despite appearances to the contrary), making sound decisions based on compelling reasons, not a recalcitrant baby who must be beaten upon to produce worthy results.

Something else that is sadly unsurprising: I am still telling myself that I should clean my house, I ought to get organized, and I MUST write more. I think we all know the results this has produced.

So in addition to being a Tired Tuesday Post, I guess this has been a kind of a pep talk to myself. If I utilize the gentle persuasion, perhaps I will get better results. Now I just have to remember not to tell myself that I MUST stop saying “should.”

Late Post, Random Pics

As so often happens, Monday’s good intentions went to hell on Tuesday. So here I am on Wednesday morning with not enough time for a real post but a few random pictures to share. I just now took the pictures. Does that count as Doing Something? Let’s pretend it does.

Aren’t they cute?

Steven has been after me to take a picture of the frog on the left. He purchased it from an artist friend.

I’d like to take a few detail shots.

Having more ambition than me, Steven Christmas-ized our mantle. You see the ghost had gotten into the, so to speak, spirit of things. Bonita is still working on her outfit.

You had me at Vincent Price.

Steven gave me the Vincent Price Pumpkin Spice coffee for an anniversary present in October. He put the bag around the bottle with the witchy stopper for photo op purposes, but I neglected to take the picture till just now.

Full disclosure: I may be late with my Wednesday post as well, because we plan to make our usual trip to Fratello’s in Frankfort, NY for food and music. Phillip Arcuri is playing.

Columbo, Can You Help Me Now?

Can I make my Tired Tuesday Post on Tuesday? Probably not, but I shall try.

I loves me some Peter Falk.

We are watching an episode of Columbo which we DVR’d off MeTV. Oh good God, autocorrect changed MeTV to Meth! I’m watching television not smoking crack! Or is meth different from crack? I don’t know about these things.

That is as far as I got on Tuesday. Now it is Wednesday morning, and I am typing frantically (with ten fingers on the laptop) (which is really a tabletop, since it is permanently ensconced on the dining room table; if we move it at all it will cease to function) (just to give you the picture), trying to get to 200 words. Words do come more quickly with ten fingers. Is my brain moving any faster? Probably not. Let’s not ask for miracles.

Looking ahead, I will probably be making my Wuss-out Wednesday post Thursday morning, since we are planning to go to Fratello’s Pizzeria in Frankfort, NY, tonight to enjoy music by Phillip Arcuri. Yay! Similarly, Thursday’s post will be made Friday morning, because we are heading to Rome to see family. But that is appropriate for Non-Sequitur Thursday, so I am not deterred. Friday, however, may not be Lame Post Friday, because it will not really be Friday for me. Alas, I work Saturday. I am trying not to let the thought color my week too gloomily.

And now I have rattled on for 200 words. Score! Next time I will try for 200 good words, but, as I said, let us not ask for miracles.