Category Archives: Wrist to Forehead Sunday

A Little Dracula Improves My Sunday

Hello and welcome to a Wrist to Forehead Sunday post.  I meant to post something on Saturday, even if it was a Late Lame Post Friday post.  Alas, I did not.  Now I am sitting on my couch, looking at Dracula Has Risen from the Grave, which is not the movie I thought it was.  I get these Hammer Dracula films mixed up sometimes.  Christopher Lee has dreadfully red eyes.  Get some Visine, dude!

Looks like he was interrupted mid-chomp.

This picture might be from a different movie, but you get the idea.

Ah, here it is!

I spent some time cleaning my house this morning, then I took a walk, not a long walk.  I just wasn’t feeling it.  Eventually I walked down to Yetty’s where I had a delicious late lunch.  I have leftovers for tomorrow’s dinner.  It really has not been too bad of a Sunday, no real reason to swoon dramatically posed with the back of one wrist to my forehead, even if I had a chaise lounge handy.  Incidentally, my sister Diane sent a picture of me in just such a pose on her fainting couch.  I must find a way to download it and use it in the blog.  At least I have another week till the next Wrist to Forehead Sunday.

 

Trying for a Wrist to Forehead Sunday Post

It has been a few days since I made a blog post.  I almost made one on Thursday after trick or treating.  I got this far:

I hope everybody had, or is still having a happy Halloween.  I greeted trick or treaters, ran out of candy, and handed out spider rings to the last few.  Now I am tired and do not know if I will be able to finish this post before my Tablet runs out of charge.  Or I run out of oomph.

Then my Tablet got a little hinky about adding a picture, so I got a little discouraged.

Random Halloween related picture.

The Tablet is still jumping around like a — oh crap, I am no good at analogy!  Never mind.  All I want to do is make a simple Wrist to Forehead Sunday post, when I shall swoon, dramatically posed with the back of one wrist to my forehead.  My sister Diane actually has a chaise lounge; she calls it a fainting couch.  Nice!

My computer problems may be under control soon.  Diane is sending me the charging cord for my Chromebook.  I don’t know that I can really blame my computer problems for my blogging shortcomings.  After all, here I am pecking in one letter at a time with the stylus, and I can get on my phone to add the title.  And there is the library for computer use, at least Monday through Saturday.

I was there Saturday but did not get on a computer.

Well this has been another foolish post, but I think we have established that a foolish post is better than no post at all, have we not?  Once again, I will try for a  better blog post tomorrow.

 

With a Little Help from Columbo

I think all I can manage right now is a Wrist to Forehead Sunday post.  It has been a kind of Scattered Sunday in which I have accidentally gotten a few things done:  a little yard work, a little kitchen cleaning, a little grocery shopping… and a few more chores.  Now I am sitting on my couch, Chromebook on lap, kind of sort of watching, you guessed it, another episode of Columbo on DVD.  Sundays used to be for Snapped, now they are for Columbo.  In the future they may be for something else.

I did just drink some coffee.

Today I told my mother about the Columbo method of cleaning:  I clean for a certain length of time, then I say, “One more thing!”  Sometimes I say it a few times.  I get more done that way.

I paused in typing to watch the end of the episode, when Columbo brings the killer to justice.  I’ll tell you what, I will strive never to commit a crime, because I would hate to be arrested.  They cuff you with your hands behind your back.  With my sinuses?  My nose would be running in an instant (it always runs the most when my hands are full and/or I don’t have a handkerchief).  It would be disgusting.

Now I see I have gone over 200 words with this nonsense.  Perhaps I could get a little more cleaning done, using the Columbo method, of course.

 

I Strive to Improve on Wrist to Forehead Sunday

And then I let three days go by without a blog post.  Mostly because I did not want to make another post about not making a good post, yet I did not feel up to making a real blog post.  What the hell, me? Now it is Sunday, and I am feeling tired and done with the day but do not want another day to go by without making a blog post.  Well, I am trying to do better about every aspect of my life, blogging included.  I make  small improvements at irregular intervals.  Here is my attempt at improving my blogging.

I feel badly that I have good topics I have not blogged about yet. Perhaps I can make those posts in the coming week.  We shall see.  In the meantime, I will make a Wrist to Forehead Sunday post, just to not go another day without blogging.

I have been having a happy Sunday.

I am, in fact, watching an episode of Columbo.  I also utilized the Columbo method of cleaning:  I cleaned for a set amount of time then said, “One more thing!” and put away a couple more pieces of junk.

I do not only watch Columbo, although I do pop in many episodes.  I watched a different movie earlier, and during the previous week refrained entirely watching anything except for WKTV News in the morning.

So I guess this is a really nothing blog post.  I do believe that any blog post is better than no blog post at all.  I hope my readers agree.  If you do not, feel free to comment.  In the meantime, I am over 250 words.  Perhaps I can close with a cheerful picture at least.

Me drink wine? It could be!

It took me a while to find a picture I liked.  On the brighter side, this has gotten me over 300 words.  300 good words?  Let us not ask for miracles on Wrist to Forehead Sunday.

 

Where Did I Put My Brain?

Here I am back again at Wrist to Forehead Sunday.  One would think I could make a good post at this point, but I must ask, which one is that?  I mean, which one would think that, not which good post can I make, I feel obligated to elucidate.  My Mohawk Valley Adventures are in the increasingly distant past, and I feel not capable of writing about them.

My brain? Not likely.

As I like to do when I am feeling particularly brain dead, I share The Brain from Planet Arous.  It is quite the cheesy movie.  I have a cheesy movie playing now, but I am not paying the last bit of attention to it.  It is The Beast of Yucca Flats, starring Tor Johnson, if you wanted to know.  I may have an illustration of the movie in my Media Library, but I am not at all sure of that and dread more searching.

Ooh, here’s a creepy one!

I looked through a couple of months to see if I could find a picture of a movie I have seen recently or am inclined to see now and came across this shot from Mr. Brooks.  My late, dearly missed husband, Steve, and I went to the theatre in Georgia (where we lived at the time) to see Mr. Brooks when it was first released.  We appreciated it but thought it was not one we would care to pop in on a regular basis.  Fast forward to the early 2010s (I think) when a cousin of mine was selling some of his DVDs.  Steven bought a few, including Mr. Brooks.  I found it was, in fact, one I could enjoy multiple viewings of.  I especially felt this after my husband’s passing.  Make what table-top psychology of that you like.

In the meantime, I have gotten over 300 words. As regular readers know, I find that respectable, especially for a Wrist to Forehead Sunday post.  I shall sign off now and look for the DVD of Mr.Brooks, since The Beast of Yucca Flats ended as I typed.  I hope you are all having a pleasant end to your weekend.

 

But Not a Metaphorical Blog Post

Hello and welcome to another Wrist to Forehead Sunday post.  As regular readers know, this is the day I get all dramatic and swoon, the back of one wrist to my forehead.  I shall substitute the living room couch for a chaise lounge.  I really would like a chaise lounge to swoon upon.  Then again, it is a metaphorical swoon most Sundays, so I suppose I could make do with a metaphorical chaise lounge.

One of my all-time favorite scenes.

This is me actually posed with my wrist to my forehead, in a scene from Dirty Work at the Crossroads, directed by my late, much missed husband Steve at Ilion Little Theatre in 2013.  Wow, over ten years ago.  The lady in the scene with me, an ILT stalwart, Julianne Allen, sadly passed away too, some years ago.  Oh dear, all I wanted to do was laugh at myself for dramatically dreading Monday, and I am bringing up sad things.  I do try to keep a positive outlook and treasure good memories.  So there’s that.

This is one way to ensure a really bad Monday.

Full disclosure:  I am not really dreading Monday.  But I am discouraged with myself, because once again I did not get a whole lot done on the weekend.  And I got not much done during the past week.  What the hell, me?  However, yelling at myself does not seem to improve matters.  Where’s that positive outlook I was touting in the last paragraph?

You said it, Captain!

So I try to end on a positive note.  I plan to make more substantial blog posts in the week ahead. I did have a few Mohawk Valley adventures this weekend, complete with pictures (preview of coming attractions).  As always, I hope you’ll stay tuned.

 

Who Me? Dread Monday?

Hello and welcome to another Wrist to Forehead Sunday, the day I swoon, dramatically posed with the back of one wrist to my forehead, although I do not possess a chaise lounge to swoon upon, alas.

I have not indulged to that extent.

Monday is OK, or at least it will be until it actually is Monday and I have to get out of bed.  That is always a bad moment.  However, one must carry on, and I don’t mean cry and carry on, although one does that on occasion.

Just one more blog post.

Of course I have been watching Columbo.  The sad part is that I saw a picture in my Media Library from one of the episodes I watched today, but, alas, I cannot find it ow.

One of my favorites!

I did, however, find a logo from Dateline, which I just now found on Roku.  I am not paying much attention to the episode that is currently running, except to see that that terrible wife totally did it.  Dateline is rarely much of a mystery.

 

Picture from last summer.

I was disappointed this morning to see that Brookwood Market’s opening day had been rescheduled to June 23, due to weather.  I had totally planned to take a walk over and check it out.  I want to purchase a shawl from Herkimer Handknits.  I am sure there are other vendors who will have things I will like to buy.  I will probably write a blog post about it (preview of coming attractions).

I see I am over 250 words.  Respectable for a Wrist to Forehead Sunday, at least by my rules for me.  Perhaps another picture just to round things out.

Not my outfit for today, but close enough.

Yes, I have been relaxing, in between bouts of dreading Monday.  Full disclosure:  I am not dreading Monday all that much.  Still, another three day weekend would be nice.

 

More Lawn, Still No Order

I did not have a majorly productive weekend, but I did manage to do some yard work today, Sunday.  That gave me a good reason to have a Wrist to Forehead moment, but I shall try not to whine.  Too much, anyways.

When mowing my lawn with the non-power mower, I have left a lot of crap around the edges.  Today I tried to clean up some of that.  One thing I learned, or perhaps was reminded of, is that wild grapevines are quite invasive.  The roots go on forever!  And the vines cling with tenacity to everything handy.  I clipped, I pulled, I hack-sawed.  I added to a growing pile of crap.

One nice thing was becoming a pricker bush slayer again.  You see, some years ago I spent a Sunday taking down a huge pricker bush behind our garage.  When Steven got home from work, he took me out to Miner’s Table at the Herkimer Diamonds Mine.  I wrote about it for Mohawk Valley Living magazine.  For the article I took a picture of Steven toasting me.  When the article appeared, the caption of that photo read, “Steven toasts Cindy, pricker bush slayer.”  I may not have that word for word, but close enough.

Evidence of my pricker bush and wild grapevine slaying prowess.

I soon filled a couple of containers for yard waste pick up tomorrow.  I posted on Facebook that I had literally put my blood, sweat, and tears into my yard work.  I do have some bloody-looking scratches on my arms and legs, and I was ready to cry by the time I gave up and went inside.  I have a lot more work to do, but I felt I had made some progress.

I guess it isn’t all that beautiful.

I was thinking I should have taken a “before” picture but it was too late by the time I thought that.  So I took a picture of a section I did not get to.

Something to look forward to.

My father gave me some advice on getting my power mower going, and offered to come over and work on it if I continued to have troubles.  So I may be making more progress on Lawn Order soon.  In the meantime, I have to be pleased with what I was able to get done.  I can only hope it made an entertaining blog post. Once again, thank you for tuning in.

 

Sunday Blog Posts Can Be Murder

I am so excited about being on a 26 day streak, which according to WordPress I am, that I cannot bear to not make at least a Wrist to Forehead Sunday post today.  Full disclosure:  I have little reason to swoon, dramatically posed with the back of one wrist to my forehead, because I have tomorrow off, and I have very little else to make a blog post about.  Nevertheless, let us see what I can come up with (some pundits would say  that since you should never end a sentence with a preposition, I should say, “Let us see what up with I can come”).

Me, posing dramatically with the back of one wrist to my forehead.

As you can see I have had myriad opportunities in my past for Wrist to Forehead moments.   This was from Dirty Work at the Crossroads, a period melodrama which my late husband Steven directed at Ilion Little Theatre some years ago.  It was a very dramatic moment for my character.

“One more thing!!”

As usual on a Sunday, I am looking at an episode of Columbo on DVD while I post.  The murder is about to happen, always a bad moment for me.  This is actually the first episode of Columbo I ever saw, back in the 1980’s, when the show returned to the air.  As time went on, I caught as many episodes as I could as re-runs, and now I have all the episodes on DVD, thanks to a lovely Christmas present from my parents, as regular readers know.

EEE!  That was a horrible murder!  And I am over 250 words.  Happy Sunday, readers.