Category Archives: Tired Tuesday

The Title! I Forgot the Title!

I did not so much miss making my Tired Tuesday post as willfully decide not to make one.  Wasn’t that terrible of me?  I keep telling everybody what a stinker I am, but nobody believes me.  Anyways, it is early Wednesday morning and I find myself unexpectedly with a little extra time.  No doubt I have forgotten to do something important and will be running around, wailing about how stupid I am, trying and failing to get it done.

Me, trying to think of the important thing I forgot.

I am not really trying to think of what I forgot in that picture, but I thought an illustration would go well just then. I think I look contemplative, but I was probably only contemplating why I can’t take a selfie I like.  That was my second or third try.

Right now I am waiting for a work friend to pick me up.  I have no transportation at the moment but my own two feet, and I work ten miles away (according to one of my cars, when it used to be on the road) (long story, not very interesting).  He goes in and leaves earlier than I usually do, but my supervisor said it was OK, much to my relief.  I felt less relieved when I had to get up and hour earlier, but it seems that is working out.

Just listen to me babble on.  I guess I could bill this as a Wuss-out Wednesday, even though it is really a Late Tired Tuesday.  Then again, the day is young, I could wuss out yet!  In any case, enough of this nonsense.  I must track down that mythical thing I left undone to have time to make this post.  Let me just look for one more picture to close with.

This is not how I dress for work.

I feel you can’t go wrong with Mel Brooks’ Young Frankenstein.  Gene Wilder and Peter Boyle.  Comedy gold.

 

Tired, But Typing!

Make your blog post now, I said to myself.  Use the dining-room-table-top, I said.  You can ten-finger type, it’ll be quick and easy, I said.  I was full of beans (only I don’t necessarily say beans).  My dining-room-table-top is SLOW, and my brain is at no time what you might call a speedy instrument.  Never mind all that, let me attempt some semblance of a post in lieu of the Tired Tuesday Post I was just too tired to make on Tuesday.

I used to be pretty fast on this sort of thing.

I throw in a picture, as usual, in hopes of pepping up the post, only to find my computer is fairly slow about those too.  I would not be having these problems if I had not been too lazy to make my lunch last night.  Here’s a point to ponder:  why do I feel I was too tired to blog but too lazy to pack?  Sounds like some half-baked philosophy more suited to Lame Post Friday.  Ah, Friday, one day closer since yesterday!  But one must not pin all one’s happiness on the weekend, as I have said before.  Let me look for some joy in today!

A common sight on my walks.

One point of some relief, if not joy:  we have not had much snow yet.  I put off shoveling the driveway a little longer!  The warmer weather also makes walks more pleasant.  I had a nice walk yesterday morning.  This morning it was raining, but perhaps this afternoon I will take a meander, even if the rain continues.  I don’t care to go to work drenched from the rain, but just to return home for my evening is another matter.

Now I see I am approaching 300 words.  Score!  Will I make a Wednesday blog post tonight and stay caught up?  A little suspense adds interest to my day.

 

Tired Ten-Fingered Typing, Not On Time

It was pointed out to me in a comment on yesterday’s post that even coffee cannot make everybody happy.  What a comforting thought.  I suppose I cannot even hope to make as many people happy as coffee does, but let us not argue numbers.  Let us not argue at all.  For one reason, I am no hand at argument; I usually lose and fall prey to the scourge of “I SHOULD have said…”  even years later.  Oh, the people I could annihilate verbally if only I had a time machine!

Now there is an interesting thought:  how many people, if they had a time machine, would use it, not to prevent war, famine, pestilence, etc., but to go back and use all those zingers that occur to us in the middle of the night regarding long ago arguments and insults?  I am not saying I would do so.  If I encountered a time machine (I am WAY not smart enough to invent one), I would stay the hell away from it.  You don’t know what all you would really change, if you could change anything.  Anyways, time travel stories make my head hurt, so let us change the subject.

You may have noticed by now that once again, I got nuthin’.  It is early Wednesday morning and I am on my dining-room-table-top, ten-fingered typing a late Tired Tuesday post.  I do not trust my Tablet any more for blogging purposes.  And I must say ten-fingered typing without autocorrect (talk about scourges!) is a pleasure.  When I mean “hell” I can say “hell”  not “he’ll.”  Nice.

What a selection!

I wanted to throw in a picture to pep things up and at last managed to find, download, and add one I liked.  Regular readers know how technologically inept I am.  And now I see I am over 300 words.  Not too bad for a Late Tired Tuesday post.  Are they entertaining words?  I can only hope.

 

In My Defense, Cheese!

Hands up, everybody who figured I would be making my Tired Tuesday Post late.  Now pat yourself on the back, because you were right.  I could say I was tired after my rehearsal, but the rehearsal was, in fact, not that strenuous.

What rehearsal, you ask?  Well, yes, I am in another play, this one with LiFT, the Little Falls Theatre Company.  I guess I just can’t help myself.  In my defense, it is a short, reader’s theatre piece, meaning minimal rehearsals and no lines to learn.  Additionally, it is in conjunction with the Little Falls Cheese Festival.  How can I resist cheese?  Most importantly, it was written by Angela Harris, the brilliant writer of Strike Story.  I love Angela!

Angela and I at a previous cheese festival.

I was a little stunned to realize that the Cheese Festival is this Saturday, Oct. 7.  I guess I somehow thought there was more space between September and October, or maybe that October had longer weeks.  Widow brain.  It’s a thing.

A shot of the 2019 cast.

The cheese plays are done like an old time radio program, complete with microphones.  The plots concern Mac Blac, the only problem solver in the Little Falls phone book.

A rehearsal from 2018.

This year’s play will be held at Little Falls Public Library at 11:30 a.m. and 1:00 p.m.  Come on out and see us!  If you can tear yourself away from the Cheese!

 

By the Way, I’m in a Play

So yesterday it was a migraine.  I made it through rehearsal, so that was something.

Oh yeah, rehearsal.  I have not said much about the play I am in at Ilion Little Theatre (ILT).  It is being billed as An Evening of Timeless Comedy and consists of three one-act plays of significance in ILT’s history.  I am in The Man in the Bowler Hat.  The other two plays are  So’s Your Old Antique and The Mayor and the Manicure.

One reason I have been so tired lately is the wear and tear of being in a play.  Another reason is that seasonal allergies are doing a number on me.  The other reason is my ongoing grief and depression.  So once again I ask my readers for patience as my blog suffers.

It’s called a table reading, although we do not actually read the table.

Here is a picture from our first read-through.   I meant to take more rehearsal shots but did not get to it somehow.

That same night.

Performance dates September 15, 16, 22, 23 at 7:30 p.m. and September 17, 24 at 2 p.m. at Ilion Little Theatre, 13 Remington Ave., Ilion, NY.  General Admission is $20.  For more information,  you can visit the Ilion Little Theatre Club Facebook page or website www.ilionlittletheatre.org

 

 

 

 

Do Not Enter? Ha!

Hello and welcome to another Tired Tuesday Post.

Oh dear, I typed in that one sentence, and now I am blank.  A result of being tired?  Let’s pretend it is.

Spoiler Alert: I entered.

When I took my walk this morning, I went down the street pictured above, purely for the sake of entering where it said not to.  Regular readers know I am a great fan of doing that.   I have been trying to walk every day, at least for a short time.  Really, I do not know how I went from training to run a 15K to struggling to complete a 20-minute walk, but so it is.  I went as long as 40 minutes on Sunday and felt pretty good about that.

After more than ten years at it, it seems I am also struggling to make daily blog posts, and when I do make them daily, to make them interesting.  However, with writing as with running (and, let’s face it, most things), I feel one must persevere.

A little inspiration to encourage my perseverance .

I looked in my Media Library for another picture to pep things up and found this profound thought.  I am trying to get back to writing more fiction, beginning with a couple murder mystery scripts then perhaps getting into a novel.  Can it all start with a blog post?  I think so.  Persevere, Cindy! Persevere!

 

This Blog Post Sounded Better In My Head

Hello, and welcome to yet another Tired Tuesday Post.

One of my favorites.

This meme showed up on my Facebook On This Day so naturally I shared it again, commenting that I had in fact woken up unsure what day it was (should that be “which day”?  “What day” sounded better in my head) (Ooh, that gives me an idea for today’s title).

Where was I?  Nowhere in particular, I guess.  My stomach and head felt better today than they did yesterday, but by the end of work I had no energy.  On another Tuesday, I put in laundry, went running, did the dishes, and still made it to rehearsal.  Which Tuesday was that (this time “Which Tuesday” sounded better in my head than “What Tuesday”)?  Did I write a blog post about it?

For once I was not too lazy to go back and check, and, you know what, I am going to go back to being too lazy, because that was a lot of trouble.  Of course, most of my troubles stem from Operator Error.  Earlier today I had some operator error.  Most of my life can be summed up in those two words.  Anything not covered under Operator Error usually falls under the heading Shit Happens.  It is nice to have everything categorized.

In the meantime,  I see I am over 200 words.  Score!  Once again, I will try for a better blog post tomorrow.

 

Technical Difficulties on Tired Tuesday

Yestersay was a common or garden Tired Tuesday (still the tiny letters on my Tablet and no predictive text or autocorrect; what’s that about?). I pulled a muscle at work, but it was not one of my blogposting muscles. Well, peripherally I guess it was, but really I have no good excuse.

So, what, is this post going to be entirely me whining about not making a post yesterday? SAY IT AIN’T SO! Now my predictive text would have given me the whole phrase after I had typed in “SA”, a great savings in time. Additionally, I just noticed that in the previous parahraph, “autocorrect” came out “autocortec.” Autocorrect would have caught that and fixed it. Ironic, yes? Or do I set the bar too low?

OK, so I guess it’s a post of me whining about technical difficulties. Quick, throw in a picture (once again, my predictive text thingy would have helpfully chimed in with “to pep things up”).

Once again, I am unable to add a caption, but this is the magnificent cast of Fabulous and Fatal, a murder mystery we presented in 2019 to benefit the Herkimer County Historical Society, a wonderful memory.

Come to think about it, I have to get moving on another murder mystery for them. So I begin with a whine and end with a preview of coming attractions. It will have to do for a late Tired Tuesday post.

Starting Over on Tired Tuesday?

Have I enough oomph to make at least  Tired Tuesday Post before I retire for the evening?  I hope the answer is yes, but we shall see.  I had a certain amount of oomph earlier, which I used to get a few things done before rehearsal for The Man in the Bowler Hat,  the play I am in at Ilion Little Theatre  (preview of coming attractions).  As I drove home, of course I remembered several things I did not get done, but I can’t do everything, after all.

 

I went for a walk before work this morning.  It was not a very long walk, but I assured myself that was not important.  The important thing was that I walked.  Likewise, my run this afternoon was short.  It seems odd that I can only manage such short bouts of exercise after training for and running the Utica Boilermaker 15K in July, but so it is.  I feel that once again I am starting over.

I ran by this sign on today’s run.

I throw in a picture to pep things up.  Regular readers know how I love to enter where it says not to.  Don’t worry; I never do it when I am driving.

Earlier today I thought of posting as my Facebook status,  “How many times is one allowed to start over? Asking for a friend.”  I just imagined people would respond with encouraging words, but of course you never know.  In the end, I did not take the chance.

I see I have attained 250 words without mentioning that the reason I am so down is that I spent part of rehearsal thinking, “Oh, wait till I tell Steve about that!”  I know this is something I will have to deal with for the rest of my life.  I will, I am sure, learn how to deal with it eventually.  In the meantime, I may just continue to mention it occassionally in a blog post.

 

Early Tired Tuesday or Late Monstrous Monday?

Is this going to be an entire week of late blog posts?  It is too early to tell, but I do not like the way it is trending.  Of course it is within my power to change the trend, but last night it did not feel that way.  So I started my Tired Tuesday early.  Sue me.

Isn’t he nice?

I put in a monster to cheer things up.  This pleasant fellow is from The Brain That Wouldn’t Die, one of my favorite cheesy horror movies.

Getting back to me (it is all about me, isn’t it?), I have been wanting to tell somebody a kind of a weird thing I have noticed about myself lately.  Everything I do, I keep saying out loud I have done it, so I don’t forget.

It started out innocently enough: when I would cook myself breakfast in the morning, I would say, “Turning off the stove on Monday” (it was especially helpful to say the day, as I have breakfast every morning) (it is the most important meal of the day, so I have heard).  This saved me calling my husband Steve from work and asking if I did, which was good when I went in at five and he went back to bed.

The habit is also helpful with things like car keys or my purse, which I tend to set down in handy places while getting ready to go out the door.  Yes, yes, I know: leave them in the same place all the time.  I’m talking about when you pick up your keys and say, “Oh yeah, I need a blahblah” and have to set your keys down to fetch it.

“I don’t know why she wanted me in this blog post.”

Another monster to interrupt what I fear are too many words.  I’m sure regular readers recognize Nosferatu.

Anyways, I find myself narrating a lot of my actions these days, “Putting on deodorant on Tuesday” (which I am sure my co-workers appreciate), “Putting my socks on the coffee table,” “My keys are on the floor next to my water bottle,” and of course, the very important, “Turning the coffee maker off, the stove was never on, the toaster oven has cooled off.”  Because I can no longer call Steven to make sure I do not burn down the house.

And I guess that last sentence says it all.  Widow brain.  It’s a thing.