Category Archives: Wuss Out Wednesday

I’m Idle on the Ides

Beware the Ides of July!  Perhaps you thought the Ides were only in March.  A doctor I used to work with said it was the Ides the 15th of every month.  This was the same doctor that once made a smarter-than-thou remark and I told him not to be didactic.  He said he didn’t know what that meant.  I told him it meant the same thing as pedantic, and he got mad.  I like to tell that story.  But I digress.

Today on Facebook, I posted that it was the Ides of July, which must be why I was having a bad day already.  It is a weird day, because the wildfires in Canada are affecting the air quality here.  It is as dark as a very cloudy day in my house, but when I look outside, everything looks yellow.  I find it creepy.  I KNOW, Canada has it much worse, I feel terrible for them!  Anyways, a couple of friends commented that they hoped my day got better and I realized I was probably the only one who could make my day better for me (a fairly daunting thought).

Accordingly, I took a soapy shower (I found some moisturizing body wash and one of those plastic spongy things). I put on one of my fancy caftans and the fancy shoes I later found to go with it.  Naturally I took a picture.

Don’t you just love the pompoms?

I might have looked more elegant with my ankles crossed, but with my left foot perpetually asleep, I felt it better not to.  Long-time readers may remember those shoes as the ones I wore to get strangled in in Prescription: Murder at Ilion Little Theatre about a year and a half ago.  Everybody loved those shoes then.

He looks upset, but he was really glad I was dead.

Maybe I can also bill this post as a Wayback Wednesday now.  Anyways, I also took a selfie, so readers could see my fancy caftan.  Maybe I should get one of them there selfie sticks, so I can really give the picture.

I try to look cute.

I guess I have cheered myself up some.  I feel cool and elegant in my caftan.  Maybe I’ll pour some ice water into a fancy glass and sip it slowly.  At any rate, at least I’ve made a blog post.  I hope the air outside is better, so I can have some Mohawk Valley Adventures tomorrow.

 

Wuss-Out, Way-Back, Mid-Week, Whatever!

Wuss-out Wednesday follows Tired Tuesday and that is just the way it goes some weeks.  I managed to get a very few things done today, but I am not up to great feats of Mohawk Valley Adventures nor blogging about them.  The best I can hope for is a Mid-Week Monsters Post.  Maybe a Wayback Wednesday or Preview of Coming Attractions.  Let us see what catches my attention in my Media Library.

Aren’t they cute?

How about monsters and a preview?  I do not remember where I came by the dinosaur (which could be construed as a monster), but the animals came from Rose Quartz Stand, one of my favorite stops when I am on Mohawk Street in Herkimer, NY.  I have a nice collection of those little animals.  They are so small, it is no problem to add to the collection.  Also, I like to give them to people.

Apparently the skeletons did not read the sign.

Here is a place I would like to go again, leg and back permitting: Gold Rush Adventure Golf in Westmoreland.  I’m sure many of the displays have been changed and/or added to, because it has been a few years since I was there.

Nothing monstrous about this!

Now here is something I have not done in a while: gone garage saling.  Of course, I am supposed to be getting rid of stuff in my house.  Still, I might find some good stuff that wouldn’t take up too much room, mightn’t I?  I think Herkimer Village-Wide Garage Sales are coming up.  Once again, I will not have my act together to participate.  Never mind.  At least I made a blog post.  Happy Wednesday, everybody.

 

Fiery Weather, Festive Attire, and Phil?

Today shall be a Wayback Wednesday post, if not a Wuss-out Wednesday.  I have spend the day lounged in front of a fan, pausing only to take a cool shower, AAAAaaaahhhh! In my defense, WKTV Weather declared it an Alert Day due to severe heat.  At my age, one had to be wary of these things.  For one reason, I have suffered from heat injuries in the past. Once you have suffered from heat injuries, you are all the more susceptible.  Stop playing those miniature violins!  I wasn’t asking for sympathy; I was merely stating a fact.  I encourage everybody out there to stay hydrated and not to overexert.

I usually spell it with a b.

Yes, this is me on many occasions.  However, I hope to revive myself as the afternoon wears on.  I may even try to put on some festive attire and venture from the house.

He is such a wonderful musician and human being!

My thought is to go to Fratello’s Pizzeria in Frankfort, NY and hear Phil Arcuri, one of my favorite local musicians.  I used to go to Fratello’s almost every Wednesday for food and music, but I have not been in recent weeks.  What’s that all about, me?  This might be the week I make it back there!  But what to wear?

It is festive attire, yes?

This is the outfit I wore to the Pride Stride 5K in Little Falls in 2021.  Pride should be all year, should it not?  And I do love all the colors of the rainbow!  I think I still have the headband, but the t-shirt is worn out.  I shall have to see what I can come up with.  It should at least be worth another blog post!

 

 

I Whine on Wuss-out Wednesday

After two days of posting from my phone, I am home, on my couch and ten-finger typing while Dateline plays on RokuTV.  Sounds cheery enough, yes?  Well, it isn’t too bad, and I certainly do count my blessings.  Sometimes I whine about my un-blessings while I’m counting, but you’ll have that.

I will not be climbing rocks any time soon.

As usual, I throw in a picture to pep things up.  It is a t-shirt I got at Venture Fourth in Little Falls, NY, just to give a quick shout-out to a local business.  I got red to wear on Fridays, because on Fridays, Elks Club members wear red for the troops that are overseas.  Alas, Mohawk Valley Adventures and trips to the Elks Lodge recede further into the future.  I hate to go into any details about my physical ailments. For one reason, I don’t really know any details so would only be able to whine about the symptoms.  How boring is that?

This is at the Elks Lodge during Lent.

If I feel better enough by Friday, I could go someplace and get a Fish Fry.  That would make a good blog post and a good dinner.  I have a sneaking suspicious that will not be the case.  However, tomorrow is Thursday, so I can do a Throwback Thursday, then I can take advantage of Lame Post Friday.  If I remain immobile indefinitely, I will have to find something to continue to blog about.  Eventually there may be doctor appointments or physical therapy to blog about, but I must be wary of HIPAA violations.

Of course I am going to bill this as a Wuss-out Wednesday and of course I am going to apologize for the lack of substance.  However, my daily blog is something I can hold onto in times of stress.  Oh, doesn’t that make me sound like a drama queen!  Oh well, I always say go with your strengths!

 

First Rule: Make a Blog Post

I have somehow made it halfway through the week and, oh dear, not a whole lot done.  Then again, what is the rule for how much a crazy old lady is supposed to get done, and who sets these rules anyways?  There are always my rules for me, such as Any Writing Counts, but I do not remember setting a rule for How Much Should Get Done.  Note to self:  Set rule about how much should get done.  Or don’t.

Where was I?

Ain’t nobody here but us chickens!

I threw in a picture to distract from the fact that I have not much to say (I bet you thought I was going to say “to pep things up”) (you know who you are).  As I chose the chicken (yes, CHOSE the chicken, kindly do not get vulgar, this is a family blog!) (again, you know who you are), I thought to myself that it is too early for a Non-Sequitur Thursday post.  Then again, that is another Cindy-made rule.  There are no penalties for transgressions.

He loves me, he loves me not…

I found this picture in May 2023 of my Media Library.  I was thinking of mowing down or trying to move my wild daisies this year.  They get a little out of control and completely overshadow the forget-me-nots and lilies of the valley.  They are not very far along so far, but I guess it is early days yet.  I have not bestirred myself to do much outside yet.  The first thing I need to do is to get my lawnmower looked at. I seem to remember indulging in No Mow May last year.  They say it is good for the environment, but for me it was a handy excuse to be lazy (judge me if you are so inclined).

I see I have babbled on for over 300 words.  I shall bill this as a Wuss-out Wednesday and drive on.  I shall be out and about today and try for some Mohawk Valley Adventures.  I hope you are all having a lovely week.

 

Monstrous Memories on a Late Wuss-Out Wednesday Post

Well I wussed out on Wednesday and failed to make a blog post.  In my defense… my defense is too long and boring to share. Instead I will make a late  Mid-Week Monsters post and try for a Non-Sequitur or other Thursday post later in the day.  It is not super early for me, but it is prior to 7 a.m. which is considered early by many.

Extra points for crazy eyes.

How about me and a monster, qualifying this as a Wayback Wednesday post as well.  This was from October 2020, when we were all trying to recover from the COVID lock-down.  I was pursuing a challenge of exercising for 34 minutes 34 days in a row to call attention to 34 million Americans who suffer from diabetes.  Part of the challenge was to post a selfie every day and talk about the challenge.  Naturally I included friends.

It’s Mookie Wilson!

I was so taken by that selfie, I make bold to share another one.  I talked about Mookie Wilson the bat in a recent blog post.  If I can find it I will make a ping back to it.

I don’t want Bonaparte to feel left out!

And one more, just to make it three pictures.  I have been having a little trouble running and walking this past week, but I will not share my woes with you yet (key word being yet; I cannot always refrain from whining).  In the meantime, I have achieved over 200 words, my first, and perhaps only accomplishment of the day.  Once again, I thank you for tuning in.

 

Pre-Breakfast Post

I wussed out on Wednesday, not making my post till Thursday morning.  I’m thinking nobody is surprised, least of all me.  Now I am typing in haste (ten-finger typing, which is my usual thing these days), because I am meeting my Elks friends at Ann Street Deli in Little Falls, NY for breakfast.  I am hungry!  And I could use some coffee or tea.

Great for breakfast and lunch!

I easily found this picture in my Media Library.  I took it the last time we had breakfast there.  Note the crappy lump of snow in front.  The snow that is left looks crappy and dirty, and I for one am hoping no more falls to whiten it up.  However, Mother Nature rarely takes any of our hopes under advisement.

Yesterday was supposed to be the last warm day for a while, so I took advantage of the bare roads and sidewalks for a run.  I actually managed to stay on the sidewalks for most of the time, which is what I prefer to do.  You can’t count on cars slowing down.  Later on, when I took a walk, it was raining.  I had to walk down State Street, or Route 5 as it is more commonly known.  The sidewalks were muddy, and cars zoomed through the puddles, splashing wherever it landed.  Humph.  Just my little complaint of the day.  Don’t mind me.

My plans for today are to clean my house and perhaps do a Throwback Thursday blog post.  I need to write the conclusion for my murder mystery, which begins rehearsals Sunday (preview of coming attractions).  But I feel pleased I have done a blog post today of over 250 words.  250 entertaining words?  My dear readers are the judge of that.

 

But Truman Capote Didn’t Shovel the Driveway

I did venture from my house on Tuesday but did not take any pictures.  Today I have further adventures in mind, but I spent a certain amount of time shoveling my driveway and did take a couple pictures, so I will do a Pre-Adventure Snow Shoveling post.  I guess that is not a regular feature for Mohawk Valley Girl but I beg you will bear with me.

Monday, of course, was the terrible day of shoveling, with the snow all the way up to my bumper.  The bottom of the bumper, but still.  I am just a  crazy old lady with very few muscles.  I shoveled in two parts Monday.  Today I hoped to accomplish it in one.  Really, there was a lot less snow and most of it was at the bottom of the driveway where the plow had pushed it (I know they do not do these things on purpose).  I huffed and puffed and got it done, lamenting that the road is becoming narrower and narrower as the snow banks pile up.

White on white makes it a little hard to see.

The sidewalk plow had gone by at some point, but more snow had fallen, so I attempted to make a shovel’s width, which I consider the Reasonable Man Standard (an insurance guy taught me that expression).  I wanted to take a picture of what a lousy job I did on the driveway, but I was not sure it really showed.

I ponder my experience.

I took a selfie for entertainment purposes.  Also because my Melfi’s hat gives a shout-out to a local business.  Melfi’s shoes in Mohawk, NY is where I used to get my work shoes, when I used to work.  Now I am one of those people who Just Don’t Want to Work.  You can be polite and say I am retired.  I know I am lazy.

Apparently I was not too lazy to make a blog post of over 300 words (oh yeah, like sitting here typing is such an effort) (as Truman Capote once said, that’s not writing, that’s typing).  Now I must rouse myself further and try for a Mohawk Valley adventure.  We’ll see how I do.

 

Not Well on Wednesday

It is a Blogger’s Sick Day.  One reason I am making the post is that it makes me sit up and drink water.  I spent most of the day in bed, trying to sleep, so have become dehydrated. I must say this cool water tastes wonderful.

No, no! Only water today! Maybe a little tea.

I thought I should throw in a picture to pep things up.  It was really an inconvenient day to get sick.  I was supposed to meet some friends for lunch, and tonight is the Elks Club meeting.  I have missed the last few meetings and meant to go.

Tea in my new mug. And maybe try a little more writing.

One thing I did this morning was heat up the neck pillow my sister Cheryl gave me for Christmas.  It is from Irish Dreams Cookies: Cookies, Accessories, Apparel.  They are based in Waterville, just to give a should-out to an area business.

The problem with being sick is that pretty much all you can do is sit around and feel sick.  How boring!  And how boring to blog about it!  I guess I’ll call this a Wuss-Out Wednesday and drive on.  Once again, I thank you for tuning in.

 

Pre-Caffeine Christmas Eve Post

I messed up my streak again, being too tired to post on Tuesday.  Now it is Christmas Eve, and I have a few things left to do before the festivities begin, and I cannot decide between tea and coffee.  Coffee has more caffeine, but tea is easier on my stomach.  I shall blog while I dither (who says I can’t multi-task?).

Christmas photo to denote passage of time while I put on water for tea.

Boris Karloff is the only Grinch for me.  I have some Frankenstein earrings I wear this time of year (actually I only wear one: it is a thing with me to wear three unmatching earrings).  A friend pointed out the wrong holiday, and I set her straight.  Boris Karloff, who famously played Frankenstein, narrated “How the Grinch Stole Christmas,” as well as playing the Grinch.  She stood corrected but still teased me the next time she saw me wearing that earring.

There is a line in the song “The Man with the Bag” that goes, “If you’ve done everything you should, extra special good.”  This morning it played in my head as, “I’ve done a couple things I should. They were far from good.”  But I daresay I underestimate myself.  After all, nobody’s perfect.

See? He celebrates!

This was actually another random picture to denote the passage of time, this time while I checked if I actually turned on the burner under the tea kettle.  I had, and it was close enough to boiling (steam was coming out but the kettle was not whistling yet) that I poured my tea.  It is steeping as I type.

And I am well over 200 words.  I think I’ll bill this as a Wuss-out Wednesday and drive on.  Merry Christmas Eve to those who celebrate, and Happy Wednesday to those who do not!