Category Archives: Wrist to Forehead Sunday

And I Made a Blog Post

Oh, it is Wrist to Forehead Sunday! Do I have to define that every time? I would think regular readers would get tired of hearing how I feel inclined to swoon onto a handy chaise lounge, dramatically posed with the back of one wrist to my forehead (predictive text certainly expected me to type it). I still have not acquired that elusive chaise lounge. My house is such a mess these days I would be hard pressed to find a place to put it. Some days I struggle to find a bare area to swoon.

I must confess I spent most of the day reading a Victoria Holt novel. Holt is a mistress of the kind of exciting, mysterious romances where the heroine is in love with an arrogant, exasperating, devastatingly attractive dude that may or may not be a murderer, usually of his wife. You can judge me for reading this sort of potato chip fiction, but hers are very well written. On the vaguely productive side, I went running in the morning and currently have a load of laundry in the drier.

It has long been my contention that it is useless to try to get anything done on a Sunday. It has also long been my practice to try to get something done anyways, or at least beat myself up for failing to do so. If beating oneself up burned calories, I would handily meet my weight loss goals.

I do not know where I thought I was going with this blog post. I guess I just hoped to rattle on for 200 words. Score! I guess that makes three things I got done today.

All the More Reason to Swoon

I have said that a Monday through Friday day shift schedule suits me. However, I confess to sometimes having a problem with Sundays, hence my feature Wrist to Forehead Sunday. For anyone just tuning in, this refers to the dramatic pose with which one swoons onto a chaise lounge or other handy faint-on-able surface. Before anybody starts playing the miniature violins or rolling their eyes, I KNOW this is what they call a First World Problem, and, yes, I laugh at myself for having it. For heaven’s sake, when I talk about swooning on chaise lounges, doesn’t that sound like I am making fun of myself? Sheesh!

I just searched my Media Library looking for an illustration of me with my wrist on my forehead. I thought I had one. This gives me even more reason to swoon! Or I could just get over myself.

It has not been too bad of a weekend. The weather disappointed, but you’ll have that. I disappointed myself by not getting much done. That you will also have. I feel sure that the best thing to do in these situations is to try to do better going forward.

That was frustrating. I tried again to find the picture I wanted, failed, settled on another picture, and could not get it into the post! My only comfort is that I am over 200 words. Will I make a better blog post tomorrow? I hope you will tune in and fond out.

Wrist Not, Want Not

I am tired but determined to keep posting every day. With the occasional late post, of course. Right now it is Sunday evening (according to my watch; my WordPress timestamp may say something different), and I am looking at the movie Laura in a desultory fashion. It is an old favorite; I won’t lose track of what’s going on.

This blog post, I might lose track of. You see, I took a rather powerful nasal decongestant last night, the kind with a D that you have to ask the pharmacist for. The box said “non-drowsy,” and they weren’t kidding! I did not feel drowsy all night. I believe I must have dozed off a few times, but it did not feel like sleep. Sorry to whine about it. I’m just trying to give you the picture.

I guess this is a real Wrist to Forehead Sunday Post. Right now I feel too tired to pose dramatically. Me, too tired for drama? SAY IT AIN’T SO!!!

I did get a couple things done today: I wrote a letter, gassed up the car, mailed the letter, did a load of laundry. In that order. Oh, and just now I chopped up some radishes and carrots for the week’s lunches. Full disclosure: I got through all the radishes but petered out after about three carrots. My body just said, “No!” So I stopped.

And now I have made a blog post. I’m afraid it’s a pretty crappy blog post, but these things happen. I believe I have previously raised the question of whether a lousy blog post was better than no blog post at all. Does anybody remember what we decided?

Is Anybody Still Tuned In?

OK, this is it: I have got to start blogging again. My problem is, all I really want to talk about is how crappy I feel. How tiresome is that! I do feel better than I felt when I first fell ill. However, I do not feel capable of doing anything useful or creative. I am rather in dread that this is my new normal.

One consolation: this is excellent as a Wrist to Forehead Sunday post. I have never felt more like swooning in despair, dramatically posed with the back of one wrist to my forehead. Why, oh why, have I never provided myself with a chaise lounge? It is clearly a necessary piece of equipment.

Now I feel a little better, because I am laughing at myself and my own self-dramatization. It is not easy being me, but it is reasonably entertaining.

For the record, I did try to return to work last Thursday. I had been off since Monday of the previous week (that is, Jan. 31 to Feb. 9) (Yikes! That’s a long time!). I made it through four miseeable hours and went home. I did not try again on Friday. I hope to try again on Monday. Eventually I hope to feel better enough to do a few things worth blogging about. I hope I have readers left by then!

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.