Do I have the mental wherewithal for a Wrist to Forehead Sunday Post? I see my Tablet is at 37% power. I feel a little below that myself.
Our murder mystery went very well. We were down an actor due to an untimely intestinal ailment (as if there is ever a good time for an intestinal ailment). We divied up his lines and somehow made it work. The audience liked us.
I’d suspect this bunch of something!
This is an after performance cast picture. We felt happy and relieved that things had gone so well.
So I feel tired and drained today. We got to bed later than usual, and I did not sleep in. I went for a short run in the cold air. It did not feel bad, but my energy and ambition went downhill from there.
I often get to the end of a murder mystery or play vowing I will never do another. I don’t think anyone believes me. But I am not starting another one right away. Right now I think I will swoon, dramatically posed with the back of one wrist on my forehead. If only I had a chaise lounge.
There are perhaps eight more minutes left of trick or treating in Herkimer, NY. Before I finished typing (one letter at a time with the stylus) in that sentence, the doorbell rang for another trick or treater. Anyways.
I tried to take a selfie with my spider fascinator, which I wore while we passed out candy, but it did not work out.
I think it is a pretty cool hat.
This is a picture from Kentucky Derby Saturday, when Steve, Kim, and I put on hats because it seemed to be the thing to do.
I did not get any pictures of the trick or treating. Right now we are looking at Frankenstein on Svengoolie on DVR.
Who doesn’t like a little Svengoolie on Halloween?
We watched a couple other horror type movies earlier, but nothing worth reporting. Right now I am missing some of the Sven segments while I try to finish this post. Quite frankly, I am happy to be making a blog post at all. Happy Halloween, all.
I could have done a Running Commentary post, a Cinema Sunday Post, or who knows what else. Yet here I am, hoping at least for a Wrist to Forehead Sunday post.
For the uninitiated, Wrist to Forehead refers to me posing dramatically, the back of one wrist to my forehead, about to swoon upon a handily located chaise lounge. Oh woe is me!
My heart belongs to Svengoolie!
Yeah, not much going on. Full disclosure: I have been having a fun Sunday watching Halloween movies.
I say, no matter how long or short the post is : the point is, I am here. Happy Sunday, everyone!
Yesterday’s 10K really took it out of me. Could I be getting old? SAY IT AIN’T SO!!! More likely I do not lead a healthy enough lifestyle. Be that as it may, I am feeling too drained for anything but a quiet Wrist to Forehead Sunday Post. Luckily, I have a few pictures of my backyard to brighten things up.
Lots of yellow!
Going out my back door yesterday, I saw our Brown-eyed Susans were going great guns.
A longer view.
And the other side of the deck.
I continued down the yard to check out the Rose of Sharon and Black-eyed Susan’s.
Yay! More blooms!
Another angle.
More Black-eyed Susans as well.
As usual, flowers cheer me up. I still feel tired but not nearly so ready to swoon (you know, dramatically posed with the back of one wrist against my forehead). The coming week looms ahead of me, a threat or an opportunity? Time will tell. Time is certainly a blabbermouth.
In the meantime, I am almost up to 200 words. With six pictures, I call that a respectable blog post. Thank you for tuning in.
I am not a fan of summer. Sun worshippers can feel free to hate on me but all I can do is shake my sweaty head, very slowly. Oh, just listen to me whine! I am starting to hate on me myself!
Please ignore the weeds.
One good thing about summer is flowers. We started out ten years ago with one humble Black-eyed Susan, purchased at a sale to benefit Herkimer County Humane Society. Just look at them now!
Another view.
The Brown-eyed Susan’s just magically grew. They have expanded as well. I just can’t bear to cut them back.
Please ignore the hideous deck.
I think they are pretty.
Our Rose of Sharon is not as bloom-filled, much to our disappointment.
I see one flower!
Other Roses of Sharon (Rose of Sharons?) In the neighborhood are more colorful. If it becomes cool enough for a comfortable walk, I will try to get a few pictures for a future post.
In the meantime, I have managed to make a post of, well, not quite 200 words (I keep clicking on the counter up top to check). And it was not too painful (at least for me to write; obviously I cannot speak for any possible readers). Ah, there is 200. Keep cool, everyone!
Have I the mental and physical wherewithal to make a Wrist to Forehead Sunday Post? The question is not rhetorical. I think I am getting arthritis in my knuckles. I was having a very painful time trying to write in the TV Journal earlier. Suddenly stylus picking is a more attractive option. What a depressing thought! No more hand writing? No more ten-finger typing? SAY IT AIN’T SO!!!
The beauty part is, now it seems I have a really good reason to swoon, posed dramatically with the back of one wrist against my forehead. I would love to insert a photo here but cannot find one.
Earlier today I went on a long run. It tired me out too much to feel like making a Running Commentary Post. I started to watch movies, hoping for a Sunday Cinema Post. However, I HATED the first movie I chose so much I got discouraged. I should have turned it off twenty minutes into it, as I was strongly tempted to do, but I was curious as to when it would get exciting and how it would end (very late in the picture and badly).
So here I sit without much to say. Best thing to do in these cases is to keep it sort. I hope to see you all again on Monday.
I thought I could have a Sunday Cinema Post but am not sure if I am able to wax sufficiently eloquent about the movies I saw. I had originally considered a Sunday Running Commentary Post, because I took a good long run early this morning. Then, too, a Scattered Sunday Post might be eligible, because I also did yard work, worked around the house, went to visit family and took a long drive home.
All this by way of introduction to one of my usual Wrist to Forehead Sunday Posts. It has not been a bad day at all, but when I think of all the things I have not accomplished this weekend, I am inclined to swoon.
Then again, what is so wrong about enjoying the weekend and not being super productive? I feel sure Svengoolie would approve, especially since I spent part of today watching DVR’d episodes of his show.
He is the man, yes.
The first Svengoolie we watched was Mystery of the Wax Museum, the precursor to the Vincent Price classic House of Wax. I know very little about the more recent remake, nor do I care to.
It really isn’t such a mystery, but we’ll let that pass.
The second Svengoolie we chose was Shadow of the Cat. I remembered the title just now. It had slipped my mind earlier, hence the title of this blog post. I will let that title stand, however, because I like it.
Looks exciting, no?
I got all excited when I heard it was a Hammer Horror. Alas, it featured neither Peter Cushing nor Christopher Lee. It was not a bad flick, but it was not the thrill I was hoping for. Perhaps I was too tired to invest the necessary attention.
I enjoyed more the DVR’d episode of Dateline we watched next. Keith Morrison is fine, yes.
So I reach the end of my Sunday feeling happy enough, because I am not putting my blog post off till tomorrow morning. I put tomorrow’s lunch together as well. I am going to call that a win and worry about all the stuff I did not accomplish later. Perhaps I will not worry about it at all but strive to accomplish all in time. As always, I will keep you posted (see what I did there?).
This is going to be a short, grumpy post. Oh, and a late post. I am sitting on my couch, icing my suspected tennis elbow (not diagnosed, because the insurance at my new job hasn’t kicked in yet), sipping coffee, and pecking away at my Tablet, using my finger, because I left (or lost) my stylus pen upstairs. I guess these are what they snarkily call First World Problems. I call it pissing (no, not kissing, autocorrect!) and moaning about nothing in particular.
That was a long paragraph for me.
I took a long run yesterday. It would have made a great Running Commentary Post, if I had remembered all the in-head narration with which I entertained myself as I went. These thing very often do not work out for me.
I mowed the lawn but did not do enough else to make a Lawn Order Post eligible. Likewise my movie viewing was insufficient for a proper Cinema Sunday Post.
So this is my Late Post About Not Making a Post Yesterday. I really must replace my laptop and get back to ten-fingered typing. And make more better blog posts.
Hello and welcome to another Wrist to Forehead Sunday Post. I suppose it could be a Scattered Sunday, though, because I have been all over the map.
I went on a long run this morning, did some house cleaning, grocery shopped, and mowed the lawn (no small task with my non-power mower and wimpy muscles). However, as is often the case, the highlight of my day was sitting in front of the television knitting.
He is the man, yes.
I enjoyed not one but two episodes of Svengoolie on my DVR. One was a Roger Corman movie with the rather unfitting title of The Undead. The other was a made-for-tv movie from 972 called Gargoyles.
In between Svengoolies, we saw House on Haunted Hill (the original William Castle/Vincent Price version) and Murder By Death, two of our go-to silly movies.
Aaand it seems my Tablet will not allow me to download pictures of those movies. No doubt I am too technologically ignorant for these things. In any case, I am soon switching over to Snapped, my usual Sunday thing.
I really need a wine glass with the logo.
It is becoming increasingly clear to me that I must reorganize and revitalize my life so that Monday does not bear down on me with swoon-inducing force. Unfortunately, I have few ideas on how to accomplish this. I guess all I can do is pick up my knitting and drive on. At least I have made my Sunday post on Sunday. As always, thank you for tuning in.
It is Wrist to Forehead Sunday, the day when all I want to do is swoon onto a handy chaise lounge, dramatically posed with the back of one wrist to my forehead. Note to self: get a chaise lounge.
I went for a long, slow run this morning, up a couple of pretty good hills. I did some grocery shopping and a load of laundry. I worked out in my back yard for a spell. I fixed dinner, did the dishes, then dirtied more making a salad for my week’s lunches. No wonder I’m tired!
All of this activity is by no means usual for me on a Sunday. For years I have maintained that it is useless to try to get anything done on a Sunday. Sundays are for watching movies, or episode after episode of Snapped. A glass of wine is optional.
I think the highlight of my day was the nap I took around 9:30 this morning, between grocery shopping and laundry. I was on the phone with my mother (I needed cheering up) and suddenly felt very tired. Mom thought a nap was a good idea. Always listen to your mother.
As I type this post, I contemplate the week ahead. Will I get things done? More yard work? Real writing? Mohawk Valley Adventures? Better blog posts? A little suspense adds interest to my Sunday.
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