I Ran In the Wind, Not Like the Wind

Here is the thing about running on a windy day: no matter which way I turn, the wind is never at my back. It is kind of a metaphor for life, but let us not wax philosophical. My purpose right now is to make a Running Commentary Post.

I had not gone running since Sunday. I usually let myself off the hook on Monday, I was auguring my toilet on Tuesday, and I have no excuse for Wednesday. I had not planned on running today. Then when I was driving home and saw it was not raining, I thought maybe I ought to. This, of course, is my usual cue to come up with all kinds of good reason not to.

After pretty much deciding not to, I got dressed in running gear and went. It was colder than I had thought, so in addition to leggings and long sleeves, I put on a hat. As I started out, I realized the wind was the real culprit. No matter. Once I get those sports bras on, I’m going.

And it was rough going. My body did not want to move. Even without the wind dead against me (and sometimes it was at an angle), I was moving slowly. I felt sluggish and thunky (yes, thunky, not thinly, autocorrect, sheesh!). But that is to be expected. The important thing is to do it.

It did get a little easier. At least it got a little less onerous. One thing I have learned is how to persevere. I ran for just over 20 minutes, which I felt was OK for a mid-week run. I saw some lovely daffodils in various yards. I petted one sweet dog on my cool-down walk.

The beauty part is, here is a Thursday blog post ON Thursday and NOT whining about how I can’t make a blog post. OK, maybe I whined a little about the run. Judge me if you feel you must.

Crawling Through a Creepy Week

How about a Mid-Week Monsters post? I could use a few creepy-crawlies to cheer myself up. My only problem is, will I be able to find some good ones to share?

It’s creepy! It’s crawly!

This is only a shadow, but it is The Tingler (1959), a terrifying creepy-crawly from the brilliant oeuvre of William Castle. I love that movie, but Steven is less of a fan. We have it on DVD, which is a delightful thing for me.

“It creeps, and leaps..”

This is more of a creepy than a crawly, The Blob (1958). I think you need feet to be a crawly, and the more feet you have, the creepier. I should do a study of these things. Maybe a master’s thesis. I could get a PhD in Monster Theory.

Incidentally, we do not have this movie on DVD, although we would like it for the collection. It is a classic. I am especially fond of the theme song.

EEEEEEEE!

Here is a definite crawly, using all six legs to terrorize Joan Collins in Empire of the Ants (1977). I have not seen that movie in years. This is why I miss movie rental places.

As this week continues to creep and crawl towards Friday, I guess I have cheered myself up somewhat. I hope my readers have found my monsters equally as cheering.

A Truly Crappy Day

On the brighter side, I learned how to use an augur.

Yesterday went right down the toilet, figuratively and literally. Steven and I began the day with a clogged toilet. I was plunged into despair.

My new job has been aggravating the tennis elbow in my right arm and creating one in my left. I have been icing and ibuprofening, which seems to help. Yesterday I woke up wanting to ice but first spent some time plunging, which did not help the muscles. I iced and plunged, iced and plunged, to no avail.

Steven had no better luck during the day. I stopped at Ilion True Value Hardware Store (I drive through Ilion on my way to and from work). I studied the stuff you pour into toilets and looked at augurs and snakes. Most of the pour-in stuff say to not use them in toilets. Rats! I found some that did not say that and brought that and the augur I liked best to the cash register.

The nice lady there told me it is really not recommended to pour stuff into toilets, except for this certain stuff which she showed me. I realized I probably did not need to aug and pour, so decided to only get the augur, a decision the lady agreed with.

So I went home and auged (yes, autocorrect, I realize “aug” and “auged” are not words, but what else do you do with an augur?). It took a couple of tries, but at last I met with success.

After that disgusting experience, I was too tired to make a blog post. So here is my Tired Tuesday, prior to six on Wednesday morning. Judge me if you are so inclined.

More Pics from the Sunday Stroll

This is part two of my Sunday Stroll, to use the pictures I took with my Tablet, because waste not, want not. After mailing the card to my friend (the reason for the walk, for those of you just tuning in), I continued up Prospect Sreet, where I saw some lovely dark clouds.

I also tried to get the trees.
I like this one even better,

The sun was shining in the sky behind me, as you can tell by the brightness.

A better sky shot.
A good tree and sky shot.

I shared two of these pictures on the WKTV Facebook page. Jill Reale shared one on the morning news cast. That is always fun for me. Bill Kardas shared one on Facebook, saying the clouds were asperatus clouds, which look threatening but only bring scattered showers. So I feel recognized by the WKTV weather crew.

Reaching German Street, I walked past my street to Trinity Lutheran Church, so I could get a shot of their flowers, which I had noticed on my morning run.

Now those are some daffodils!
I wish I had zoomed in more.

I enjoyed my little walk, and I love seeing signs of spring!

Springy Sunday Stroll

I went for a short walk today, mostly to mail a note to a friend. I had both my phone and my Tablet with me, because I was not sure where else I might want to go. Soon I found a photo op.

I love a magnolia tree.

It seemed way easier to whip out my phone than my Tablet. I continued my walk.

Not such a good shot.

I love the delicate green when the trees are beginning to get leaves. It seems it is not so easy to capture that with my phone. I had better luck with some daffodils I saw a couple of houses later.

So springy!

I need to get a shot of my own daffodils. Continuing my walk, I saw some violets I admired.

Nice!

I tried for one more picture of the green I love.

This shot seems a little better.

As I walked on, I took a few pictures with my Tablet. I think I can make this. Two part blog and use those pictures in part two.

Short Slacker Post

Here is the epitome of Slacker Saturday: making the post at 5 o’clock Sunday morning. And I do not have much to say. My friend Kim had a migraine, so I went to the H.A.L.O. Flea Market without her. It was not as much fun alone, but I wanted to support the cause.

H.A.L.O. stands for Helping Animals Live Organization. It is a no cage, no kill cat rescue organization based in Little Falls, NY. You can Like them on Facebook and visit their website at halorescue.net. You can see a lot of pictures of very sweet cats.

Personally, I am allergic to cats so cannot adopt one. However, I like to support the cause so attend their events whenever possible.

OK, this is a dull post, but at least I plugged a worthy cause. I’ll try to be more entertaining later, but I’m afraid it is Wrist to forehead Sunday.

No Lame Apologies

Last night I made a conscious decision not to make a blog post. I will not iterate my reasons, because that would smack of an apology, and I do not want to make a lie out of my headline. However, I feel bad to entirely miss a day, so here I am, pre-dawn (my usual rising time, even on a weekend), pecking away at my Tablet with the stylus.

I feel very comfy, lounged on the couch. I managed to find a position where my lower back doesn’t hurt. I tell you truth: getting old isn’t for sissies. But never mind my aches and pains, on with the blog post.

Today I have an authentic Mohawk Valley Adventure planned with my friend, Kim. We are going to the H.A.L.O. Indoor Flea Market at the Ilion-Frankfort VFW. There will be basket raffles, a 50/50, and a bake sale. It runs from 10 to 4.

Kim wants to get there right when it starts. That would be nice, because the parking lot at the VFW fills up fast at these events. However, I personally am skeptical of her ability to get moving that early; Kim likes to sleep in on a Saturday. No matter. Whatever time we go, we will have a good time.

Well, I guess this was not a traditional Lame Post Friday Post, since I plugged a local event. But if I change my headline, my first paragraph will make no sense. Oh the tribulations of a silly blogger! I need more coffee.

RIP, Theatre Friends

Today is a Blogger’s Sad Day. I found out that a friend passed away. It was not very long ago that the friend’s wife, also my friend, passed away. So I am very sad.

This couple was very active in Ilion Little Theatre (ILT) until the wife got Parkinson’s Disease. That was before I joined the group. However, when I was secretary of ILT, another board member mentioned that this couple would appreciate a phone call. I had never met them, but since I love to send post cards, I said I would send them one every week, keeping them updated on ILT.

They really enjoyed the post cards. The husband wrote me a few letters, telling me about their time at ILT and other things. Of course I also told them things about my life, not just the theatre parts of it. They made it to a murder mystery and a couple of plays I was in. They were truly delightful people.

The husband called to tell me when his wife passed away. I continued to send him cards. I hoped when things open back up to see him at the theatre sometime.

I got a text today that he passed away on Tuesday. So I am sad. I hope to return to regular blogging tomorrow.

Ah Yes, Adventures!

How about a Way Back Wednesday Post? The only question is, how way back of a picture can I find? We shall see.

Cheers!

This is my husband Steve at The Miner’s Table at the Herkimer Diamond Mines, I forget how long ago, but a few years anyways. When I wrote about The Miner’s Table for Mohawk Valley Living magazine, they used this picture with the caption, “Steve toasts Cindy, pricker bush slayer.” In the article, I mentioned we were out celebrating, because I had taken out a pricker bush in our yard that had gotten out of hand.

A quick check of Facebook tells me they open for the season April 15. I’ll have to go there again. I may not slay another pricker bush.

I miss that moose!

Here is a sad Way Back. Copper Moose Alehouse in Little Falls has sadly closed. We had some fine dinners and fun times there!

I wish I was there!

To end on a happier note, here is a place I hope to visit again soon: Prospect Falls Winery. In addition to visiting the winery, we have seen these guys at various events in the region. We usually buy a bottle whenever we have the opportunity. It is really good wine!

I like posts like this, when I have been having a lot of days where all I do is work and go home. There is more to life than work! There are Mohawk Valley Adventures!

Short Run, Tired Post

My plan was to go for a run so I could make a Running Commentary Post. I accomplished the first part of my plan. Can I manage the second?

My back was feeling pretty sore at work, and my attitude was not in very good shape either. I wondered about taking a walk instead, possibly with my Tablet to get more spring pictures. For one reason, it might improve my disposition. However, I opted for the run.

I put in a load of laundry, my favorite multi-task. Really my only multi-task, since most of the time I can barely task. It was a beautiful warm, sunny day. No question I could run in shorts and short sleeves. This would be great!

It was not great. My body did not want to run. I did my usual trick of telling myself I only had to keep it up for a short time. Twenty minutes, I thought. Fifteen in a pinch. One mile. At the rate I was running, I figured a mile would take me fifteen minutes.

As it happened, I did a mile in barely under 14 minutes. I continued to run till I reached 20 minutes. It never got fun, but it always feels somewhat good to persevere.

I’m afraid I have not persevered to the extent of writing a good blog post. You should hear some of the narration in my head as I go! Unfortunately I cannot remember any if it now. Of course, with that being the case, we’ll never know if it was really good narration. It could have been utter nonsense and I am flattering myself. I shall not waste any energy wondering.

In the meantime, I am over 250 words. I call that more than respectable for a Tired Tuesday Post. I hope to see you all again on Wuss-out Wednesday.