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In My Defense… I Have No Defense

Posted on November 9, 2012 by mohawkvalleygirl

I was totally going to have a Wuss Out Wednesday yesterday. Then I recklessly told everyone at Curves that I was going to write about voting. True, none of those women read my blog and so would not know if I reneged. Still, it seemed a perfectly good blog topic with an expiration date. I went for it.

So now here I am on Thursday with no name for a stupid post (too late for Middle-aged Musings Monday, too early for Lame Post Friday) and no post other than the one I have written many times before (but with variations, or do I flatter myself?) about Why I Can’t Write a Blog Post Today.

I have the Overtime Blues at work. On the brighter side, this leads to the Payday Greens, which in turn helps Financial Condition Red. Just to use a little colorful language, which they say goes over well in the blogosphere.

With the Overtime Blues comes not much time and being too tired for Mohawk Valley adventures. Last night I attended a meeting of the Board of Directors for Ilion Little Theatre. Not so blogworthy. Tonight I have a pick-up rehearsal for Strike Story, followed on Friday and Saturday by performances of same. Blogworthy, but I’ve written about it before. What else can I say? Perhaps I will think of something for tomorrow, so my Friday post will not be lame.

I could blather on… who am I kidding? No I can’t. I am out of words about having no words. But I am over 250 words, which I consider sufficient to call it a post. I have to go find some black pantyhose for my play. Hope to see you Friday.

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Pedestrian Saturday

Posted on January 1, 2012 by mohawkvalleygirl

I did do a couple of blogworthy things on Friday, but some Saturdays I have run or walked in the morning and blogged about that. I find that fun, so as I walked Tabby to the post office this morning, I thought it would make an OK post.

I had meant to walk to the post office Friday and mail out our mortgage payment. I love making a mortgage payment; it makes me feel like such a grown up. Having a house ain’t too bad either.

It felt warmer this morning than it had yesterday. In fact, I thought it was raining because of the melting snow and ice dripping off the eaves. But no precipitation and little breeze, so it felt almost springlike. It must have been even more different from yesterday than I realized, because all Tabby wanted to do nothing but sniff, sniff, sniff. If if was up to her, I think we would still be three houses from home with her nose buried in the snow.

The melting snow created some hazardous spots on the sidewalk and in the road. I warned myself to watch out for black ice. Then I thought how some people will say, in a superior tone of voice, “There is no such thing as black ice. Ice is clear. The road underneath is black.” I think these people need to get over themselves. I find “black ice” to be an evocative expression (evocative is one of my favorite words). To me it sounds insidious and altogether more dangerous than “ice you can’t see very well on a dark road, because ice is clear, you know.” As I hashed this out in my head, I almost slipped. I think it was technically grey ice, but I managed to stay in a relatively upright position.

Payment safely mailed, we strolled down Main Street with a few pauses to sniff. I looked longingly at Crazy Otto’s Empire Diner. I could have used a good diner breakfast. A few older gentlemen were parting company outside the diner. “Dunkin’ tomorrow, right?” “Dunkin’ tomorrow!” they were saying. I imagined they were retired and met for coffee every morning. I like to think of people meeting for coffee. I like to meet people for coffee.

Tabby wanted to go into Hummel’s, where people who work often pet her, but the sign said they are closed December 31 and January 1. Good for them. New Year’s Eve is not such a big office supply holiday, I would think.

It was not a very long walk, but we enjoyed it. I hope the spring like temperature lasts for the afternoon. I will enjoy to see 2011 out with another walk with my dog.

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Words on Lame Post Friday

Posted on December 31, 2011 by mohawkvalleygirl

I felt relieved last night when I realized today would be Lame Post Friday. But I’ve spent the morning and most of the afternoon realizing: you still need words to make a blog post.

Words, words, words… Nonchalant is my favorite word. It means to be cool, and it sounds cool when you say it. Really, as a word, it has everything.

OK, that was one word. Let’s see if I can come up with another.

My husband, Steven, heard on the news this morning that one of the most overused words of 2011 was amazing. THANK YOU!!! If I hear one more person, experience or anything described as amazing, I may scream. EEEEEEEEEE! In fact, I screamed just now thinking about it. Most of the things that are described as amazing are really not. I won’t quote the dictionary here, because that really is lame, but if you are amazed, you are dazed, bewildered, you just can’t believe it. You stop and stare at something that is amazing. There are no words.

Ooh, here’s a random observation: “there are no words” is an oxymoron, because “there are no words” are, in fact, all words. It will be a truly unusual situation if I have no words. My husband is still searching for just such a situation.

Where was I? Ah yes, Words on Lame Post Friday (ooh, that would make a good title). How about the word “word?” What exactly does that mean? Sometimes I hear a young person say in a solemn tone, “Word,” usually in reply to something somebody else said. I believe it signifies agreement of no common order. If so, I think I like it.

And here’s something else about words: Sometimes I use a word and somebody asks me what it means. I tell them a synonym and they say, aggrieved, “Why didn’t you just say that?” Because I didn’t mean that. Actually, there are very few true synonyms. Most words have shades of meaning. I don’t like to say “green” when I mean “teal.” I was once expounding about this to an annoying person (I have many annoying friends and acquaintances; no doubt they find me annoying too) (that could be a whole other Lame Friday Post). I said, “A word means what I used it to mean.” And he said, “Yeah, can’t they tell by the context what it means?” as if he knew exactly what I was talking about. That is not what I was talking about. I don’t expect people to magically know words they don’t know because I said them. I’m good, but I’m not that good.

Well, I’ve babbled on for over 400 words, and I think I’ve gotten fairly silly. Happy Friday, everybody.

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