Category Archives: Wrist to Forehead Sunday

Don’t Swoon: Eat Some Pie!

This will be a Wrist to Forehead Sunday post, because I am SO in a mood to swoon upon a chaise lounge, dramatically posed with the back of one wrist to my forehead. The headache that plagued me this morning faded, but I got very little of use done.

Oh, wait, one thing we did: my husband Steve and I made a chocolate pie. It was a pretty easy recipe. Yet I think to tell it will be marginally more entertaining than to continue to whine about headaches and uselessness.

Steven had a craving for pie, and his favorite is chocolate. We had a ready-made crust in the freezer. We thought we did not have any chocolate pudding, but I pointed out we have some mincemeat I recently found for 50% off at Hannaford (with an expiration date of like 2023, score!). Then Steve found a box of chocolate pudding mix in the cupboard. Awesome!

The first step was to put the crust out to thaw at room temperature for 90 minutes. So much for instant gratification! We watched a DVR’d episode of Svengoolie to help pass the time.

I loves me some Svengoolie.

After about an hour, I started making the pudding. We took turns stirring, because you are supposed to stir it constantly. Then we let it set to cool and thicken. Soon it was time to bake the crust. I had foresightedly preheated the oven while we made the pudding. It only had to bake for ten minutes, then I put it in the refrigerator to chill.

It took longer to chill than we had hoped, but eventually I was able to put the pudding in the crust and put the whole thing back in the fridge.

OK, we did not wait till it was thoroughly chilled to have a piece. It was still yummy, especially with a good dollop of Whipped Topping. Steven had a second piece a couple of hours later.

I guess this doesn’t make too bad of a blog post. Maybe I’ll have a second piece of pie myself. Or it might make a tasty breakfast. Yum!

And How Do You Feel?

And now, a few words about depression. I guess I should rather say a few more words, since I have written about depression before. I’m not even sure I will say anything new, but I ask you to bear with me.

Christmas is one of my favorite times of year. I love the music, the decorations, giving presents, watching yet another version of “A Christmas Carol,” everything. And it makes me feel even worse when I am emphatically not inclined to enjoy any of it. What the hell, me?

It is not a constant feeling of sadness, so I have that going for me. But it does intrude at odd and increasingly frequent times. In addition to being uncomfortable, it makes it difficult to get Christmas stuff, as well as general life stuff, done.

The worst aspect of it is feeling that I am nothing but a whiny baby. Why can I not simply feel happy during what some have called the most wonderful time of the year? What is wrong with me?

I have read that gratitude is the cure for depression. It is impossible to feel depressed, one popular women’s magazine opined, when you are feeling grateful. All I can say is, if it is that easy for you, you indeed have something to be grateful for.

As for me, I DO count my blessings. Often it increases my depression, because I start feeling like an ungrateful wretch for feeling depressed in the face of such blessings. And now I also feel like a dull, redundant blogger, because I am sure I have expressed these thoughts before.

Finally I fall back on a thought which had helped me before: sometimes you just have to feel that way until you don’t feel that way any more.

In the meantime, I wanted to make a blog post, because I have not made one in a few days. I’m going to file this one under Wrist to Forehead Sunday and hold out for the next wave of Christmas spirit. As always, I hope You’ll stay tuned.

Post Murder Post

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.

Post Trick or Treat Post

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.

Hey, It’s a Post

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!

Wrist to Flowers

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.

Hate the Heat, Love the Flowers

And yet I am not becoming noticeably smaller.

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!

A Reason to Swoon?

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.

And My Finger Is Sore

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.