Category Archives: Wrist to Forehead Sunday

They Say I Get Around

Posted on November 2, 2026 by mohawkvalleygirl

I felt certain I could make at least a Wrist to Forehead Sunday post yesterday, but it was not to be.  Now I am sitting, not as early on a Monday as I had envisioned (judge me if you are so inclined) wondering if I can make some sort of a post.  I have been a few places recently, so perhaps a couple of shout-outs are in order.  Media Library, don’t fail me now!

I’ll get the carrot cake next time!

Last Thursday some of  my Elks friends and I went to Saturday Spreads in Frankfort, NY for breakfast.  After arguing with myself that carrot cake is a perfectly respectable breakfast, I ordered an everything bagel with garden toppings: cream cheese, tomato, cucumbers, and capers.  YUM!

Yes, I have been at the pub. Judge me if you are so inclined.

I stopped in for a glass of wine and some conversation at The End Zone in Herkimer, NY.  There are a number of regulars there I enjoy talking to, and it is easy walking distance from my house.  Additionally, it is near the post office, so if I go to drop off a letter or post card, it feels sociable to drop in.

A little Monstrous Monday creeps in!

This is a shot from Ilion Free Public Library, where I stopped last Tuesday for a picture for my story for the Daily Sentinel.  This is their book return.  I need to return to the library today, at least some library and print out a few things.  I do enjoy a library!

I see I am over 250 words.  I call that good for a Late Wrist to Forehead Sunday post.  I will continue to get around, as the saying goes, and hope for good blog posts as the week wears on.

 

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I’m Just a Little Mixed Up

Posted on October 26, 2026 by mohawkvalleygirl

I can’t quite decide if this is a Monday post or a late Sunday post.  I think I will go with late Sunday, because I do not have a real post in mind.  For one reason, my phone with the pictures in it is across the room, and you know how far away that can be sometimes (at least, some people are now rolling their eyes and huffing in scorn, but I know others are nodding their heads wisely in sympathy).  The phone is charging, and it really needs it.  When I returned from my far away adventures, I left my charging cords in the car.  Only I didn’t know it and wasted an inordinate amount of time searching again and again in the bags I had brought in.

“I know I brought the cords!  I REMEMBER putting them in a bag,” I wailed to myself.  And I just now realized I was spelling it “chords” like music.  In fact, it was music to my eyes when I found them (I know that is not really that expression, but I had to go with the play on words, you must see that I had to).

He’s saying, “Good grief, it’s almost Halloween!”

I throw in a picture to pep things up.  That vintage Santa Claus resides year round on the landing of my stairs.  Right now he has a Halloween scarf draped around him, after sporting my Kentucky Derby hat for a few months.  It reflects my mixed-up point of view, and life, that certain seasonal decorations adorn my house all year.

And I have babbled on for over 250 words.  Good enough for a placeholder post, I say.  Perhaps one more picture.

I put a spell on you!

The black and gold caftan is one of my go-to costumes.  Here I am being a silly wizard, but not for Halloween.  However, that is a story for a different blog post.

 

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Saturday/Sunday Post-, Pre-, and During Cinema Post

Posted on October 18, 2026 by mohawkvalleygirl

I watched old horror movies yesterday in hopes of doing a Saturday Cinema post, whether I did it late Saturday night or early Sunday morning.  Well, both of those ships sailed, as the saying goes (you can defuse a cliche by adding, “as the saying goes,” you know), and here I am typing on my Chromebook late Sunday morning as It: The Terror from Beyond Space plays on the television.  I started watching it last night, remembering that I had watched it sometime ago and written a blog post about it.  In fact, on checking I found I got two posts, one right after the other.

The sad thing is I  made the posts at a time before I learned how to add pictures to the blog, and I have yet to learn how to do it on the Chromebook.  Perhaps I could make a try.

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Right technique, wrong movie.

OK, this was the first movie I watched, Christine, based on the novel by Steven King..  I remember when it was in theatres, critics compared it unfavorably to the television show “My Mother the Car.”  I remember watching it once with my late, dearly loved husband Steven, but I must have taken a nap or something, because I only remember the beginning. I must seek out the novel and read it.

I tried my technique on Christine, because that was the movie I really wanted to talk about, being the first one I watched on Saturday.  Unexpectedly meeting with success, I looked for images of the It movie (not to be confused with the It Girl).  Which was when I discovered that I do so have images from that movie in my Media Library.  Only I cannot readily find them. I think WordPress may be hiding some of my images.  Why would it do such a thing?  I can only speculate.  Maybe I should change my title to “The Format That Ate The Horror Movies.”  It doesn’t sound very frightening, does it, although things that eat other things usually do.

And now I feel disinclined to search for images of the second movie, whose name escapes me, and I cannot readily lay hands on my TV Journal.  And I am getting a headache, just to whine a little more (what a big fat baby I am).  On the brighter side, I have a word count approaching 400, which is pretty good on a Wrist to Forehead Sunday (aren’t all my Sundays a little wrist to forehead?).  As always, I thank you for tuning in.

 

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Community Theatre on Wrist to Forehead Sunday

Posted on September 28, 2026 by mohawkvalleygirl

Today I worked box office at Ilion Little Theatre for the last performance of Blithe Spirit, the first production of the 2026-27 season.  I thought I would run into difficulties, since many people are purchasing their tickets online and things are being done through a Tablet.  Yes, I have had a Tablet of my own for some years now, but I am not especially adept at it.

I was at first inclined to say, “I can’t learn it! I won’t learn it! Give me something else to do!”  But then I got over myself and agreed to try, and realized we could help each other. It did not seem as complicated as I had feared.  Then I ended up selling concessions, because I was more able to stand up for longer periods of time than at least one of the other volunteers.  Isn’t that awesome for me?  I did not audition for the play, because I was on crutches at the time and did not know how soon I would be off them.  By the time of the play, I could stand up for unspecified lengths of time.

This is how I should feel.: Yay!

I did not get any pictures of today’s play, but here is a picture from Four Old Broads on the High Seas, the play I was in with Players of Utica in 2025.  The woman in the foreground had the part I would have liked had I auditioned for Blithe Spirit.  In fact, I feel pretty sure the director would not have given to part to me over her.  But if she had NOT auditioned, and I HAD…  well, we can What If all day long.

Another appropriate photo.

The fellow in the middle was in the play today too, playing quite a different part from what he played in the Four Old Broads production.

One more picture!

And here is the little chippy my husband killed me for in Prescription: Murder.  She was also in Blithe Spirit.  That is one of the things that is so fun about community theatre: you see the same actors in different parts, and they are your friends, so you get to hug them after curtain call.

 

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Late Typing, if Not Writing

Posted on September 14, 2026 by mohawkvalleygirl

I’m up to my old tricks, missing blog posts and trying to make up for it the next morning (oh, here’s a Freudian typo: “typing” for “trying,” which of course echoes Truman Capote’s famous line, “That’s not writing, that’s typing.”  I fear it may be true).  I could not even manage a Wrist to Forehead Sunday post yesterday.  I cannot even say why.  My brain said no, and no arguments sufficed to get it to at least try.

Oh deer.

I throw in a picture to pep things up.  I confess to having rather a Wrist to Forehead Sunday but could not tell you why.  Just a mood, I suppose.  I could not do anything but read a book and doom scroll on Facebook.  I like some of the Reels, like We Rate Dogs and Stanzi Potenza.  Every so often I would pick up a puzzle book and do a Cryptogram puzzle or a deck of cards and play solitaire.  Now that I type it out, it does not sound like such a bad Sunday.  What am I complaining about?

Preview of Coming Attractions, I hope!

I cheer myself up with the reflection that fall approaches, and I will soon be noticing colored leaves and Halloween decorations.  Come to think of it, walks usually improve my mood if not my writing.  This is going to be great!  Once again, I thank you for tuning in.

 

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Too Brain Dead to Swoon?

Posted on September 7, 2026 by mohawkvalleygirl

It is late for me for posting, but I want to try to make a Wrist to Forehead Sunday post.  Of course I have little to blog about and little brain to blog with.  Also, I do not feel up to searching my Media Library for the picture of The Brain from the Planet Arous, which I usually like to share on these occasions.  What, oh what, will I blog about?

 

Great side eye.

I was able to find this shot from The Brain That Wouldn’t Die. My brain obviously would and did die.  Now I am slipping into Monstrous Monday mode but hope by tomorrow to have regained some brain power and have a bit better of a blog.

Does your Monday look like this?

Tomorrow is a Monday holiday for many, thanks to the blood and sweat of the labor movement.  Not for everybody, of course.  I worked on Labor Day for many sad years in the retail industry and sometimes while in the army.  I know many first responders and health care workers do not have the day off.  I mention it in passing, this being a Sunday post, and in the past it was my legitimate reason for me swooning, dramatically posed with the back on one wrist to my forehead.  Oh woe!  Tomorrow is Monday!

What is my excuse these days, you may ask?  I have no excuse.  But I shall swoon when I decide to.  My only regret is that I do not have a chaise lounge to swoon upon.  I hope to make a swoon-free blog post on Monday.

 

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A Post with a Pause

Posted on August 31, 2026 by mohawkvalleygirl

You know you are having a Wrist to Forehead Sunday when you ask the Magic 8 Ball whether or not you should get in the shower.  It told me to ask again later, in case you are interested.

Probably not the best way to prepare for the week ahead.

Actually, I am not particularly dreading Monday.  I just wanted to throw in a picture to pep things up.

I miss my adventure buddies!

This picture is to denote passage of time.  I couldn’t think of anything to say, so I called my mother.  I am extremely blessed to have both parents alive and in reasonably good health, and I try to call them every day.  In the course of chatting with my Mom, I mentioned the Magic 8 Ball and asked it again should I get in the shower.  It said, Yes, Definitely.  As if the Magic 8 Ball has a sense of smell!  Maybe it just assumed I am a stinker (not an unreasonable assumption).  Anyways, I got in the shower and now I am clean and fresh and ready to finish the blog post.

The second picture is of my bestie Kim, who moved away, and my late, dearly missed husband Steve, on one of our many Mohawk Valley Adventures.  I will never be done missing my husband, but there is no point in wishing for what I cannot have, so I take a deep breath, look for a suitable pair of shoes, and get ready to head out in search of further Mohawk Valley Adventures.  Will I find any?  Or will I just walk around the block and return to sit on the couch, knit, and watch Dateline or Snapped?  A little uncertainty adds interest to my Sunday.

 

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A Post Before Swooning

Posted on August 23, 2026 by mohawkvalleygirl

As I approached the turn to Main Road in East Herkimer yesterday, I thought I saw the outline of a classic car.  Yes!  It was!  I love classic cars.  Then it dawned on me: that car was headed toward Community Day at Town of Herkimer Park on Pine Grove Road.  I had completely forgotten the day’s festivities included a car show.  I love car shows!

I loved the power blue convertible!

I am always a little disappointed when the hoods are up, because I love the lines of the old cars.  Such style!  But I say that every time I write about car shows.  Sorry to repeat myself.  Then again, today is Sunday and I am not known to overexert my body or brain on Sunday (cue unkind remarks on what is my excuse the rest of the week).

Not classic, but still pretty cool.

These were not part of the car show, but had been brought over by the Highway Department for Touch a Truck.  I personally did not touch any of these, but I admired them from afar.

Full disclosure:  I am only making my blog post right now because I am dreadfully sick to my stomach and wanted to occupy myself while I sipped a hopefully medicinal cup of hot tea.  I have several things I was hoping to get done this morning.  Will I actually get them done or will I swoon, dramatically posed with the back of one wrist to my forehead, as is my usual habit on a Sunday?

I have other pictures and things to share about Community Day, but these were the only two to make it from the phone to my Chromebook this morning (once again technology eludes me). Still, I am approaching 300 words.  I say score!  I return to sipping tea and thank my readers for once again tuning in.

 

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Not Much Brain, But Kind of a Blog

Posted on August 17, 2026 by mohawkvalleygirl

Can I make a Wrist to Forehead Sunday Post?  I am completely inclined to swoon, dramatically posted with the back of one wrist to my forehead, on a handy chaise lounge.  I do not have such a lounge handy, as regular readers may recall.  In general my regular couch or my bed will have to do. I suppose I ought to have a picture of one of them, with me so swooning on it, to illustrate this post.  Alas that I do not.

I do not know if I have any illustration that will help this post.  I also have very little brain to make a post, which should come as no surprise to anyone.

No brain, from the Planet Arous or otherwise.

I feel a little happy that I find the picture of The Brain from the Planet Arous to illustrate my own lack of brain.  I never have made an index of my Media Library for just such occasions.  I keep thinking I am going to, but I never seem to.

Big poop, little poop.

I did not know where to go with my post from there, so I share a picture of fake poo.  I am afraid my posts are a little bit of excrement.  I can only hope my readers will forgive me.

On the brighter side, I have made some semblance of a post, so I can say I am still a daily blogger. As always, I thank you for tuning in.

 

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I Blog and I Brag

Posted on August 3, 2026 by mohawkvalleygirl

Before I succumbed to my propensity to swoon, dramatically posed with the back of one wrist to my forehead (and I can’t believe I spelled “succumbed” right on the first try), I did a couple of useful things.  I did the dishes, no small feat, but more importantly, I fought the lawn.  The amazing thing was, I started the power mower by myself on the first try. Please do not belittle my accomplishment (you know who you are); this is a big deal.

First I had a go at cutting down the last of the tall growth on my front lawn.  Alas that I did not take a “before” picture, but the “after picture” would not have been so beautiful anyways.  Lots of bending and straightening, ugh!  And all I can think of is the old lady we used to drive by in Rome sometimes when I was a little girl.  She would be outside in her nightgown and robe, bent over, pulling up weeds, and my Dad would whistle at her.  We referred to her as “Dad’s girlfriend.”  I feel certain there is a young family which drives by me and derives similar amusement from the sight of my posterior.  Then again, if I can have any small part in spreading joy, that is not a bad thing.

Lots of blooms!

I put in the picture there to break up the prose, but I took it after I had finished everything.  Since I am putting things out of order, I guess that makes this a Non-Sequitur Sunday as well.  Anyways, after I had clipped and pulled as much as I had a mind to, I got out the lawn mower, topped off the gas, checked the oil, and brought it out front, completely willing to flag down a passer-by and play the old lady widow card.  I primed the engine five times instead of the recommended three.  Imagine my delight when the first pull yielded the desired result.

I did the front lawn, even making an attempt at the side of the house.  The back was not looking so bad, but I had at it anyways.  After mowing, I took the clippers to the invasive wild grapevines.  There I met with less success.  For one reason, I was awfully tired by then.  Still, I was proud of myself for my efforts.  I posed a couple of times, both fists in the air, looking triumphant.  Alas, there were no neighbors or passers-by to see.  So I brag to my blog readers.

I feel certain other people have overcome greater obstacles and accomplished larger triumphs.  I applaud you, of course.  In the meantime, I have over 400 words of a Wrist to Forehead Sunday post.  I think I am doing OK.

 

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