Category Archives: Wrist to Forehead Sunday

Post-Play, Pre-Coffee, At Least It’s a Post!

I suppose it is time for a Post Play Post, but I am not at all sure that I am up for one.

As it happens, I was not.  I typed in that one sentence (picking one letter at a time with the stylus on my Tablet,  of course) then went to sleep.  In my defense, I was tired and had been drinking wine. The play I refer to, for those of you just tuning in, was An Evening of Timeless Comedy,  three one-act plays presented as the opening production of Ilion Little Theatre’s 100th Season.  Sunday was our last performance.

Now it is Monday morning and my coffee is still perking.  It is flavored coffee, because I neglected to buy more of the regular kind (which I prefer) when I was at the grocery store.  What, you may legitimately ask, is the matter with me?

A dramatic moment.

I do not have any pictures from last night so stole this one from the Ilion Little Theatre Club Facebook page.  It is a rehearsal shot from The Mayor and the Manicure, the third one-act of the evening.

Now I must concentrate on the murder mystery we are putting on to benefit the Herkimer County Historical Society on Nov. 11 (preview of coming attractions).  Ilion Little Theatre is already in rehearsals for their next show, Newsies.  As for this blog,  I guess I will just continue to hobble along, and try to make more posts on time.  Now where’s that coffee? Flavored coffee is better than none!

 

Melancholy about Monday

It is time for a Wrist to Forehead Sunday Post, as I sit, poised to swoon, posed dramatically posed with the back of one wrist against my forehead.  Why do I STILL not have a chaise lounge to swoon upon?

And it doesn’t look like it is going to be a good one!

I just had a fun time with my friend Kim at Yetty’s Pizzeria in Herkimer, NY.  We ate fattening food.  We drank wine.  We chatted with our friend Piel, the bartender.

He’s so sweet!

However, now it is getting later in the evening and Monday looms larger.  I guess I am not in too much dread of it.  I live through Monday every week;  it hasn’t killed me yet.  Additionally,  I have not had all that much wine.  If you drink too much because you dread Monday, you give yourself a very good reason to fear Monday.

I guess I always feel a little melancholy about this time of the weekend, because I am thinking about all the things I thought I was going to get done which I did not.  I tend to have an exaggerated notion of what I can get done in any given amount of time.

Therefore, I will not beat myself up.  At least I got my blog post done.  The other things will get done or they won’t.  A little uncertainty adds interest to my week.

 

What, Me Worry?

It is Sunday evening and I have very little to say.  I guess it is another Wrist to Forehead Sunday, because I would like nothing better than to swoon upon a chaise lounge, dramatically posed with the back of one wrist to my forehead.  Only, as regular readers know,  I have no chaise lounge.

I know the feeling.

It has not been a bad weekend.  For that matter, I do not expect the upcoming week to be that bad.  Of course, that could mean trouble.  Every time I worry about something bad that might happen, it usually does not.  Most of the bad stuff that happens in my life is stuff I never saw coming.  Clearly if I could only worry about every potential bad thing, nothing bad would ever happen.

That sounds like some half-baked philosophy more suited to Lame Post Friday than Wrist to Forehead Sunday.  Oh well, I can only write what I can write.

Obviously not my brain.

I thought another picture might be a good idea and found one from The Brain from the Planet Arous in my Media Library.  Regular readers know I like to share this picture when I am feeling particularly brain dead.

Brain dead or not, I have achieved 200 words.  Score!  Once again, I will try for a better blog post tomorrow.

 

Monster Movies, As I Swoon on Sunday

It is assuredly Wrist to Forehead Sunday, as anybody who read my late Saturday blog post will readily understand.  I have not been behaving myself as befits a woman of my age.  I do not mean with dignity and decorum; those are obviously past hoping for.  I mean with a basic respect for my declining physical capacities.  Come to think about it, my physical capacities have never been all that impressive.  Still, one does what one can.

Only I don’t have the Blu-Ray.

I throw in a picture to pep things up, before I get too bogged down in my petty physical complaints.  I did not get to the movie watching portion of my Sunday till later in the afternoon.  It coincided with the dinner fixing portion of the day, but I am not sure what I fixed was worthy of a cooking post.

One of the classics.

I actually do not think this shot is from the James Whale directed Frankenstein,  which I watched next.  However, it is too much trouble to keep searching my Media Library for a picture.  My readers know who I mean, I am sure.

So pretty!

This, of course, is Elsa Lanchester in The Bride of Frankenstein, which I am watching now.  I am pleased that all three DVDs I have watched started right up, because I don’t see any of my remotes.  No doubt they are not far, but I am grateful for any little advantage on Wrist to Forehead Sunday.

My only problem now is, will I dare make a Monstrous Monday Post tomorrow?  I shan’t worry about it now.  I hope you are all having a delightful Sunday evening.

 

I’m to Blame for the Blah

My rather blah weekend continues with a Wrist to Forehead Sunday Post.  To anybody who is playing that miniature violin (So snarky! And you know who you are), I point out that I am well aware I have only myself to blame for the blah (ooh, that might make a good headline! So alliterative).  Really, if blah is the worst thing that happens to me, I am ahead of the game.

I ran again this morning.  That is two days in a row of 20-minute runs. Exercise is very important.  I must get more of it.  Later I went to breakfast at Farm House Restaurant in Ilion NY.  It was either do the dishes, cook eggs in a big frying pan, or go out to eat.  I feel I made the right decision.

A good place to eat.

Later in the day I fixed myself hot dogs and beans.  I had gotten them for the Fourth of July but then decided to avoid fatty foods so close to the Boilermaker 15K.  For the past week every night after work, I had nothing in the house to eat yet felt it was entirely too much trouble to heat up hot dogs and beans.

“It doesn’t take much,” my mother pointed out to me.  I call my parents almost every day.

“These days,”  I replied, “it doesn’t take much for me to say, ‘Oh that’s too much trouble!’ ”

Today I discovered that it was in fact very little trouble.  I was inordinately pleased with myself.  I think I made the right choice there.  I could have been disgusted with myself for not cooking the hot dogs and beans sooner.  Instead I felt pleased.

So this is my blog post of blah weekend with hot dogs and beans.  Maybe I should have mentioned the hot dogs and beans in the headline.  Any thoughts?

 

Just Time for a Wrist to Forehead Sunday Post

I am up later on a Sunday than I usually am, because I like to go to bed early on a Sunday, but I thought I might just make a Wrist to Forehead Sunday Post before turning in.

One reason I am up later is that I met two long-time friends (tactless to say old friends, but we ain’t none of us very young) for dinner at Carmella’s in New Hartford, NY.  Carmella’s was doing such a booming business, I hardly think they need a plug from Mohawk Valley Girl, but there it is nonetheless.

They are the best!

I had a great meal and a great time visiting with two friends who I met through my late, dearly missed husband Steve.

It was in fact, the second night in a row for me dining out.  Last night my bestie, Kim, and I had a great meal at Yetty’s in Herkimer.  I declared the bartender, Piel, my new favorite person.  He graciously agreed to a photograph.

Isn’t he the cutest?

I gotta say, I love being older, because I can enjoy these young people and say so without their thinking I am coming on to them.  I can just be everybody’s Aunt Cindy.

Oh goody, that is over 200 words. Sufficient for a Wrist to Forehead Sunday Post.  Time to worry about going to work tomorrow.  Or not.  That is, not worry.  I plan to go to work.

Back off, Creature! I have a few more hours left!

 

Just Wait Till Monday!

Sunday, Sunday.  I am approaching the end of my Sunday.

Relax, guys! Monday isn’t that bad!

I feel it is wrong to spend all or even part of Sunday dreading Monday.  I feel I should be able to find enough to appreciate during the week that weekends are not my only enjoyable times.  I mean, think about it:  what kind of a life is that, when you hate five days and only like two.  And you can’t even completely like one of the two, because the dreaded specter of Monday haunts the second weekend day.  What’s that all about?

This sounds like some half-baked philosophy more suited to Lame Post Friday than Wrist to Forehead Sunday.

I have had an active Sunday.  I went on a long run up College Hill, running longer than I did last weekend.  I went grocery shopping.  I mowed the front and back lawns then spent some time hacking and pulling some of the overgrown stuff out back.  I cooked a semi-elaborate dinner, making up the recipe as I went along.  I have not really cooked in a long time.  I watched several movies while re-reading  Regency romance by Georgette Heyer the mistress of such things.

Now I have made a blog post of questionable interest but at least 200 words.  My next goal is to find something to enjoy on Monday.  And to make a better blog post.  I hope you will stay tuned.

 

Planning My Pots

Another Sunday and I got nuthin’.  How many blog posts have I started with the confession that I have not much to say?  This is a rhetoric question; I do not intend to go back and check.

Pretty!

I fall back on my usual trick of throwing in a picture to pep things up.  This was from May 2017.  It is raw materials for my container garden on my deck.  I have not had one these last few years, but I hope to have one this year.  I have all kinds of hopes and plans.  All I need now is to muster the oomph to do them.

Even prettier!

Here is a later shot that same year.  I think two of those pots are broken now.   The third one is plastic, so it still ought to be around.

Also that year.

I believe this one filled out some as the season progressed.

I enjoy deciding which colors to put together.

Now that I look at these pictures again, I notice the backgrounds.  The first one has a nicely mown lawn.  That was when Steve used to do the mowing.  In the second, I see a portion of fence with some vine growing on it, so that’s not so bad.  However, the garage in the background of the third cannot be described as anything other than shabby.  Professional photographers notice these things,  and here we come to the ugly truth about me and photography.

And now I see I am over 200 words.  Score!  I hope it turns out to be a preview of coming attractions.  I hope you will stay tuned.

 

Some Sort of Sunday

It’s not so much that I mind tomorrow being Monday.  It is more that I let another weekend go by without accomplishing much.  Then again, what did I hope to accomplish?  One might argue that I did not plan to fail, I failed to plan.  I hate it when people talk in sound bites.

That’s one way to make a Monday even worse.

One might also argue that weekends are for relaxing and recharging one’s batteries.  Do I feel recharged?  I don’t know, but at least I do not feel overly depleted.  I forgot where I was going with this.

A star-studded cast.

A good part of today was spent watching movies.  I enjoyed the Kenneth Branagh Murder on the Orient Express.  I found it to be a very sad movie, though, so I went back to my beloved Columbo (I don’t need to show the picture of Peter Falk again, do I?).

It’s trippy.

I popped in The Terror, because I find these old, cheesy horror movies relaxing.

I did not go there today.

Oh dear.  I looked through my Media Library for a graphic from Dementia 13, the next movie I watched.  Finding none, I downloaded one.  Somehow in the process, I added the above shot of my husband, Steve, and our friend Tracy at the Waterfront Grille in Herkimer, NY.  I just can’t bring myself to delete it so beg your pardon for the digression.

I did bring myself to delete the downloaded picture from Dementia 13, because it turned out too small.  I don’t know how to change the size.

I see I have gotten over 250 words with this nonsense.  I am going to call that respectable and go back to not accomplishing much.  I hope you are having a lovely Sunday.

 

Not Exactly Cinema But Not a Bad Sunday

I thought I might make a Sunday Cinema Post, but I am only on my first movie and getting tired.  I did watch the rest of a Columbo episode I started last night.  I suppose that counts.

She was divine!

The movie I am currently enjoying is Death on the Nile, a star-studded Agatha Christie romp (come on, autocorrect, Agatha is a well-known name!).  This is the wonderful Angela Lansbury as Salome Otterbourne, alcoholic writer of sexy romance novels.  I would SO love to play that character!  I kind of did when I was Ruby VanRenssalaer in Rubbed Out at Ruby’s, a murder mystery of my own devise.

Two more delightful divas.

Here are two more stars who stud the movie, Bette Davis and Maggie Smith.  So delightful to watch these two old pros playing off each other.

I have done a few useful things today.   I ran,  I did laundry,  I went grocery shopping, I wrote a letter which I walked to the post office.  From the post office, I walked to Herkimer Elks Lodge, where I secured space for Wednesday’s rehearsal of Shooting at the Grange, our upcoming murder mystery.

Back home, I watched Columbo before putting in the aforementioned Agatha Christie but also made a salad for the week’s lunches.  I call this not a bad Sunday.  Is it not a bad blog post?  You decide.

Today there is not “one more thing.”