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Wrist to Father’s Day?

I am torn between my usual Wrist to Forehead Sunday post and posting a profound thank you to my father, in honor of Father’s Day.  Well, I am poised with the back of one wrist on my forehead because although my father deserves the most profound and thankful of posts, I just don’t know how capable I am of writing such a post.

I really have the most wonderful father.   When I was a little, little girl, I thought he was funny enough to be a comedian on TV, because when we were watching Underdog and they would sing,  “Unnnderdog!” my Dad would sing, “Unnderwear!”  As the years went on, I had no reason to revise my opinion.   My father is funny as all get out.  My whole family has a lot of laughs when we get together.

My father is also highly skilled at many things.  His hobby is restoring classic cars.  Come to think of it, I need to bring my Tablet to his house, take some pictures and do a blog post about some of his projects.  Dad is also a craftsman when it comes to painting and hanging paper, among other household improvements. He has offered to help me with my poor house, although first I have to clean, and let us not contemplate that revolting necessity.

I will also mention that I seek advice from my father in many situations.   Remember when you were a teenager and you thought you knew everything and your parents were woefully ignorant?  Boy were we wrong!  Actually,  I think I always knew my Dad knew more than me, at least about some things.   Now I know, it’s A LOT OF THINGS!

I guess I can’t be as profound as my Dad deserves,  but I can say, I love you,  Dad.  Thank you for being you.

 

Let’s Hear It For Perseverance!

I woke up this morning saying, “I don’t want to run.  I’m not going to run.”  I am happy to report that I ran anyways. Now I shall attempt a Saturday Running Commentary post.

One good reason to run was that it was not raining.  Yesterday I thought I was getting out between showers, but it did not work out for me, either when I ran or later when I walked to the post office and Historical Society. Also, today was not windy and cold, altogether a much better day.

Unfortunately,  to begin with, it was not a better run.  My legs felt tired, my whole body felt tired.  I figured I would feel better as I went on, so I,  you know, went on.  I felt I should run a hill so decided to go out Main Street.  There are two chances to turn right and go back down the hill before you have to run all the way out Highland Boulevard (I may have that street name wrong; I haven’t run it yet this year).  I took the second right last time I ran it and thought to do the same today.

As I started up the hill, I did not feel happy.  I almost took the first turn but persevered to the second.  For one reason, my plan was to run for 36 minutes, my last longest time, then up it by the recommended ten percent on Sunday.  I made a long diagonal on the turn.  That was a little steeper but less time running uphill. Ugh.  Am I getting any better at running,  I wondered.

I reminded myself that sometimes my runs did not start to feel good before I had been at it for at least 20 minutes.  I looked at my watch.  Damn.

Fortunately, perseverance sometimes pays off.  My first reward was to pause VERY briefly and smell some peonies.  I had a few chances to do that.  Toward the end of the run, I got to pet a nice dog. And as I neared the 20 minute mark, I did start to feel better.

By the end of the run, I felt perfectly happy about going for 36 minutes.  It was no problem at all to keep going!  I could rock this!  I decided that long runs are the Way to Go (yes, yes, 36 minutes is a short jog for some of you; let me enjoy my little triumph in peace).

I felt glorious walking my cool-down.  Yes “glorious” was the exact word that repeated itself in my head.  I love running.  I hope it doesn’t rain too hard for me to run again tomorrow.

 

The Happy Birthday Tasting

Saturday  I attended Valley Wine and Liquor’ s 5th Birthday Tasting.  It was fun!  And it has taken me three days to write a post about it.  But here it is:.

Everybody got into the spirit of the day!

The statue is of Jack Daniels.   I could not back up far enough to include the base.  My husband Steven, friend Kim and I walked around the store,  enjoying 10 tasting stations.

Full disclosure: first station, last picture.

We started with Adirondack Winery, which we have tasted before.  Lisa, the lady pouring,  said she’d wondered if she’d see us. Kim and I are kind of known for going to tastings.

“Of course we were going to be here!”  I said. I said I would only try the dry wines but changed my mind and also tried the Sangria. I loved the Baco Noir and the Pinot Gris.  I left my friend Kim tasting the sweet stuff and went on.

Fisher’s Island Lemonade is a cocktail in a can.  It comes from a family owned business off Long Island Sound.  They own a bar, which originally mixed the drink from scratch for their customers.  Then the daughter got the idea of canning and selling it.  It is yummy!  I’m afraid it would do me dirt, however, because it tastes like just good lemonade.

I backtracked to the Knob Creek booth and tried the Smoked Maple bourbon.  They were doing free engraving if you bought a bottle, which a lady was doing just before I tasted.  What a great present,  if you’re buying for someone who likes bourbon.

At hhe Barcadi and Patron station, I tasted Paloma and Barcadi Lime.  Both were nice.  Then it was on to Cupcake wines, which I know are tasty and moderately priced.  I tried Sauvignon Blanc, Rose, Red Velvet, and Chardonnay .  The Rose was a little sweet for me, but the others were tasty.

Next I sampled The Crusher, a California vineyard I had not encountered before.  I was quite taken with the Pinot Noir and the Merlot. I tried both Chardonnays, soaked and unoaked.  I liked both, which surprised me,  because in general I prefer my chardonnay aged in stainless (doesn’t that make me sound like a real connesiour?   It is one of the few bits of wine knowledge I possess).

When I saw 19 Crimes, I exclaimed, “My favorite!”  Kristina, the woman pouring asked did I mean her or the wine.  I said both, of course.

Nice pourer and nice wines.

I tried the Hard Chard, the Cabernet Sauvignon, and the Banished, and liked them all.  Full disclosure:  I already knew I liked them. The next booth was the 1800 Tequila,  poured by Mallory.  I took two pictures.

She was very friendly, as were all the pourers.

I tried the Ultimate Margarita with jalapeno and lime, which was yummy!   I also liked the Mango Margarita, but it lacked the bite of the jalapeno version.  I got a free pen, and Kim got a necklace.

Two lovely ladies.

Next was DikinDurt Distillery, based right here in Herkimer, NY. I loves me some DikinDurt moonshine!  I tasted Mohawk Valley Fire and Toasted Maple, although I already knew I liked both.  I purchased the Mohawk Valley Fire, then went back and got wines from The Crusher and Thousand Islands Winery.   I could have bought a lot more, based on all the times I wrote “yummy” in my tasting notes.

Kim at the distillery.

I close with a picture of DikinDurt Distillery.   This was taken some time ago, when Kim and I visited the source.  Another trip there might be in our future!   In the meantime,  I think I have finally finished my blog post about the Birthday Tasting at Valley Wine and Liquor in Herkimer.

 

Tired, Lazy, and Still One Post Behind

Oh dear.  I do not want to be two posts behind again (when, oh when will I make up that post? ), but, once AGAIN,  I got nuthin’.  At least I can liven up my Tired Tuesday post with a few pictures,  since I did not have Monstrous Monday.

Skinny guys don’t scare me that much.

I’m on my Tablet, so I can’t get any new pictures (surely regular readers are used to my technical ineptitude) (and my habit of calling them Shirley).  I tried to at least find some I have not used recently or very often.  The above may not have been the best choice, I mean as far as being different.  Since House on Haunted Hill is one of my all-time favorites,  it seems I would have used this picture a lot.  But, you guessed it, I’m too lazy to go back and check.

“Well, you see, boss, it was like this…”

Here’s one I know I haven’t overused:  George Zucco and an unknown friend.  At least I hope it’s George Zucco.  You know how you say a name and suddenly it doesn’t sound right?   It’s not just that I’m too lazy; it’s not as easy to open a new tab and check these things on the Tablet.   Oh, OK, I’m too lazy.

I’d like an outfit like that.

I know I haven’t overused this one.  I don’t even remember what movie it is from, although I ought to.  Maybe one of my readers knows and will tell me in a comment.  Was that a broad hint that I like it when people comment?  Could be.

 

Almost Too Tired For Words

I am sitting on my couch typing into my Tablet one letter at a time with the stylus (with occasional help from the predictive text thingy).  I am just so tired these days!  Once I am quite finished with this play, I will try to lead a healthier lifestyle.   At least I will get more exercise.   I really think exercise is the magic elixir that will make all things better.

In the meantime, I need to make a blog post now.  Oh, wait, I can go for a Wordless Wednesday !

Can’t resist plugging this again,

I begin with one of the reasons I’m so tired.   SO worth it!  Theatre is my life!

Here’s a fun bunch!

This is a memory and kind of a preview of coming attractions.  Next weekend,  I might be doing a fun fundraising thing with some or all of these folks.  I’ll write more about that later, and hope to have some pictures to share.

I wear those same shoes in Mornings at Seven.

I like to have three pictures,  so here is one of me participating in another fundraiser,  a couple of years ago.   Yes, I show off my legs at almost any opportunity.

So here is my Not Exactly Wordless Wednesday post for the week.  Perhaps I should try to get to bed early.

 

A Little Fun in Little Falls

Yes, I am making my Scattered Saturday post on Sunday morning.  You may judge me, and I will neither protest nor defend myself.  Never mind that, on with the post.

I was missing a Girl’s Day in the Finger Lakes with my sisters and Mom, because Monday is the deadline for Mohawk Valley Living magazine, and once again, I am behind the eight ball (that is a cliche for “I don’t have my act together,”  but I thought I would sound cool by referencing billiards) (go ahead and tell me pool and billiards are not the same thing; I deserve it for using a cliche to try to be cool).  Where was I?  Ah yes, looking for something to write about.  I feel a little uncomfortable admitting I write these things so close to the last minute, but that behavior used to get me all A’s when I wrote papers in school.  Why would I mess with success?  Or how can I fight nature?  But I digress.

Steven and I drove to Little Falls, NY, one of my favorite places, in search of a distinctive, fun local business I have not written about.  Unfortunately, I have written about a lot of them.  We parked on Main Street and took a slow walk down it.  It was a lovely day for a walk, at least.  We stopped into Designs by Shelly, a flower and gift shop.

Just a few gift suggestions for my husband. I’m helpful that way.

I sadly noted a couple of places no longer in business, giving Little Falls’ Main Street something in common with Herkimer’s.  I would have liked to stop into Meeples Mug House, even though I already wrote about them, but they were not open yet.

In front of what used to be West End Steak House, long closed, still missed.

We did stop into White Rose Bakery, which I have written about, and had a cup of coffee and a treat.  Yum!  We considered continuing down to Paca Gardens or Fall Hill Bead and Gems, both of which I had written about, but decided against it.  We headed back to Herkimer, in search of other adventures.  Did we find any?  That will have to await future posts.

White Rose Bakery: yummy coffee and treats, pretty windows.

 

Post Rehearsal Pictures

Our director, directing one of our actors.

I promised pictures of rehearsal then almost forgot to take any.  These few shots were taken at the end of our rehearsal. I guess I could not have taken many during rehearsal,  because I was on stage most of the time.

This lady is really good in her part.

The rehearsal was for Morning`s at Seven, the play I’m in at Ilion Little Theatre.  It was a short but useful rehearsal.  Only three cast members were there, so it would be a good idea if I bring my Tablet to future rehearsals as well.

And here is our stage manager, you know, stage managing.

The play is to be presented April 26, 27, 28, May 3, 4, and 5, at 7:30 p.m. on Fridays and Saturdays,  2 p.m. Sundays .  For more information , you can visit Ilion Little Theatre`s website or Facebook page.

Well, this is a short, kind of dull blog post.   I comfort myself with the fact that at least it is about something and not just whining that I can’t make a decent blog post right now.   Additionally,  I am posting on my Tablet, typing one letter at a time with the stylus .  Regular readers know how I hate that.

So I close now and say Happy Sunday.  I feel pleased with myself that I am not posting it Monday morning .

 

 

Wuss-Out? Wordless? It’s Wednesday!

Some bloggers have Wordless Wednesday,  showing pictures.  Full disclosure:  I only remember reading one Wordless Wednesday post, and that blogger used words.  I intend to use words,too.

I like the pictures she picked!

I have been meaning to take a picture of these mugs to share on Facebook, but I’d like to share them here as well.  This is the awesome Christmas present my sister, Cheryl, got me and Steven.  Even if I did have too many coffee mugs (and I DON’T), these would be a welcome addition to the collection.

I did not want to do a post with only one picture, so I took a couple more.

Who, me, lolly gag? Say it ain’t so!

This is my birthday present from Cheryl.  She says it sounds like something I would say.  The idea!  In fact, I do prefer dilly dallying to lolly gagging, due to the alliteration involved.  Steven found a good place to hang the sign when he redid our mantle after Christmas.

I’ll have to do some detail shots, to show off specific things.

Steven often goes from holiday to holiday with our mantle.  After Christmas is Valentine’s Day, sometimes followed by St. Patrick’s Day, sometimes going directly into Easter… This year, he went with an any time theme.  Actually, he added a couple of Valentine rubber duckies, in honor of February 14th, but I don’t know if you can see them in this picture.

So this is my Wednesday post.  I think it is a bit of a Wuss-out Wednesday, because all I did was share a few pictures and chatter about them.  I do not think it is such a much as a Wordless Wednesday, though, because I am over 250 words. I can’t do anything right.  Oh well, as usual I am going to hit Publish and hope for the best.  Hope to see you all on Non-Sequitur Thursday.

 

Second Guessing my First Run of 2019

It is important to me that Saturday Running Commentary be a thing again, even if I neglect to make my post shortly after my run, which I feel is the best way to do it (that’s not a run-on sentence) (although I suppose a run-on sentence may be appropriate for a Running Commentary  post).  Anyways, I ran this morning and I am going to try to comment about it even hours after the fact.

It is my first run of 2019. I felt too tired after my New Year’s Eve celebrations (although they were tame by many standards) (then again, why should I worry about anybody else’s standards?) on Jan. 1.  Jan. 2, 3 and 4 I was working ten-hour days and TIRED, and I believe my blog posts reflect that.  I almost did not run today.  I considered going to the Mohawk YMCA and doing 30 minutes on the elliptical, I thought about taking a long walk and saying, “good enough.”  Then I said what the hell, got into running clothes and went.

It was in the low 30’s.  Weather on the One’s on Spectrum News said some freezing was still going on, so I was a bit nervous, but I thought it was not precipitating.  True, the roads looked wet… sometimes it is best not to think too long about these things but just to get out and start running.  So I did.

I did not head toward German Street, as is my usual practice, because it was close to eight and I saw a number of cars going by and I intended to the run in the road.  A mere glance at the sidewalk confirmed me in my intention.  As I ran down Bellinger Street, I saw a runner coming towards me running on the sidewalk and felt silly.  Then I thought I was ridiculous.  Normally I run on the sidewalk and feel self-conscious seeing other runners on the road.  Do I really think these other runners are judging me?  And why should I care if they do?  I choose to run on the sidewalk.  Or, like today, on the road. Similarly, other runners can make their choices.  Oh well, at least these thoughts keep me occupied while running.

The roads were not awful, but I did not completely trust them.  I felt there could be ice, and sometimes I knew there was ice.  A couple of times I dared to go up on the sidewalk, but I did not stay there, because I definitely encountered ice eventually.  But I kept running.  I was happy to see some people’s Christmas decorations still up.  Traditionally, decorations are supposed to stay up till Jan. 6, Twelfth Night.  I always have a hard time letting go of the holiday.

My intention was not to run too long, since I had taken four days off and only gone for a long walk the day before that (go ahead and judge me, remember I am not supposed to care who does).  As I ran back towards my house, keeping an eye on my watch and wondering how long over 20 minutes I could or should do, my legs were saying, “We cool. We got this.”  I was surprised.  Are these the same legs, I asked myself, that for three days at week were whining, “We’re tired!  We’re stiff!  We ache! Sit down!”  What the hell, legs?  But there is no point in trying to figure these things out; I am not clever enough to understand them.

I reasoned that if I ran 20 minutes, with my 10 minute cool-down walk it would be 30 minutes, the length of time I would have spent on the elliptical at the Y.  I ended up running for 23 minutes, so  I thought that was pretty good.  I was delighted with myself for running at all.  Would 2019 be the year I did not stop running in the winter but kept up running full time till next spring and summer?  Would I never again have to write “Begin again” in my running journal?  Then I thought, it is Jan. 5 and this is my first run of 2019, is that bad?  And here I am second-guessing myself again.  What the hell, me?

Next I am going to start second-guessing this blog post.  Is it really a Running Commentary?  Is it any good as a blog post?  As I have observed before, if dithering burned calories, I would have no problem meeting my weight-loss goals.

 

Late, Lame, What a Shame

It is that moment on a Friday, when I want to just not worry about being a blogger and go to sleep.

I typed that last night, then I went to sleep.  Full disclosure:  Steven and I got together with our friend Kim.  We went to Happy Hour at Asteroga Ale House then to the VFW for another drink.  We’re not members of the VFW, but Kim knows some folks there.  I told them I was V but not FW.  We found out we could join the auxiliary, so we may do that.

The point is, wine makes me sleepy.  Still, it was a fun Friday night.  We used to go out every Friday night.  When we lived in Potsdam, NY, it was Happy Hour at Alger’s.  When we moved to Norwood, NY, we went to Jeremiah’s. Good times.  Actually, it is the epitome of the expression, the good old days — we weren’t good, we weren’t old, and they weren’t days, they were nights.

So here I am at five in the morning, typing in something, anything, so I can still feel I am a daily blogger.  Well, why not?  We make up rules for ourselves and can bend them to our will.  I call myself a daily blogger.  If I miss a day and make two the next, I say that counts. If one is pure foolishness, I say it still counts!  And if I want to call it Lame Post Friday early on a Saturday morning, I will.  I hope your weekend is beginning splendidly.