A Walk By The Corners

Today I agreed to run a couple of errands for my husband, Steven.  I decided to walk to do the second one, carrying my Tablet for blogging purposes.  Never mind what the errand was; there is no point in advertising my husband’s vices.

Any time I walk or run, I am happy when I can go by Herkimer Historic Four Corners, and so it was today.

I love old gravestones.

The first corner I encountered was Herkimer Reformed Church.  I love the graveyard that surrounds the church so took a couple of pictures of it.

The front of the church.

Before I crossed the street, I took a shot of the Herkimer County Courthouse.

A majestic building.

Once across the street, I took a picture of the Suiter House of  Herkimer County Historical Society.

Must visit there again soon.

There was a person in the vehicle you see.  I called, “I was taking a picture of the building, not you!”  The fellow smiled and waved.  I tried to get a picture of the 1834 Jail, but it did not turn out very well.  Perhaps I can find a previous picture to share.

Temporary home of Chester Gilette and Roxalana Druse, among others.

After enjoying the four corners, I continued down Main Street.  I did not take any more pictures, but here is an older shot of Christ Episcopal Church, which I also walked by.

A lovely building.

It was a pleasant walk, and I quickly accomplished my errand.  I may or may not have stopped by the End Zone Pub and Grub for a beer (speaking of vices) but did not take a picture.  In any case, I avoided making a Tired Tuesday Post.  I hope to see you all on Wednesday, whatever it turns out to be.

 

I Need a Little Nosferatu

I thought of that title, and, quite frankly, that is all I could think up.  However, many of us are tired on Monday, and I feel a silly post is entirely acceptable.  Additionally, today has been hot and humid.  It wears me out.  Judge me if you are so inclined.

Here’s the man of the hour!

Who doesn’t love a Monstrous Monday Post?  Surely none of my readers (who are also used to being called Shirley on occasion).  I went a whole weekend without seeing any monster movies.  This happens sometimes, of course, but I try not to make a habit of it.

May I cut in?

We almost watched House on Haunted Hill, for which the above is a publicity shot.  I just loves me some Vincent Price.

I would love to have this on my wall!

Since Nosferatu is today’s title monster, I thought I would include another picture.  So atmospheric!  I do not have enough monsters in my house.

Another poster I would be proud to hang in my living room.

Just to show I am not averse to other vampires, here is Bela Lugosi as Dracula.  I like him too.

So this has been another Monday of random pictures and silly remarks.  I leave you with a final monster, and a sentiment with which I am sure many will agree:

By the Way, I’m Watching Snapped

It is that moment on a Sunday when I have to make a blog post or miss a day.  That is why I call it Wrist to Forehead Sunday, when I would prefer to swoon upon a handy chaise lounge, dramatically posed, because it is all Just Too Much.  We all know I am something of a drama queen.  I embrace it.

I have not personally reached my own breaking point, I hope.

It has not been an especially heinous Sunday.  The temperature is too warm for my liking, but you’ll have that in August.  I have Snapped on the television and a glass of wine handy, which a Facebook meme assures me is appropriate for the day.

But this is how I feel.

Here is my skeleton Bonita, striking a dramatic pose.  Looking at her, I wonder if I should not go back on the South Beach Diet.  Points to ponder.

Don’t whine! Wine!

This is obviously not August, as I am far too warmly dressed.  However, I thought I would include a cheerier picture.  I don’t spend my entire Sunday swooning around, lamenting the imminent return of Monday.  For one reason, I am grateful I have a job to go to tomorrow, so just don’t start with me, you Just Be Thankful Thats (you know who you are)!

In any case, I see I am over 200 words.  Happy Sunday, everyone!

 

More Commentary Than Run

I have not done a Running Commentary Post in a long time.  I thought I would be doing more, and perhaps this blog would become All Virtual Boilermaker 15K All The Time.  But not so much.  I took a long run this morning, though, so let’s see what I can come up with.

As my runs go over an hour, which the longest ones do, I realize the Herkimer is not that big of a village.  The places I particularly like to run are more suited to runs of 40 minutes or less.  My body tends to prefer runs of those lengths as well, but I’m training for a 15K over here.

Today I ran where I could later drive, so I could see how far I ran.  Regular readers may remember how I delight in entering where it says, “Do not enter.”  I guess that is under the heading It Takes So Little To Please Some People.  I have started using the Map My Run app on my recently acquired smart phone.  Unfortunately,  the arm band I got for it has rubbed both arms raw.  I’ll have to figure out how to fix that.

As I ran, I alternated between wanting to stop now and coaxing myself to run a little further.  I seemed to go a long way then find only a little time had passed.  Then I wondered if I could remember where all I had run when I went to drive it.

To my surprise,  the drive was way more tiresome than the run.  I kept thinking, “This is taking forever!”  Imagine my chagrin when I found I had gone a mere five miles.   I feel certain I can keep going for the full 15K (9.3 miles,  in case you didn’t know), but I fear it will take me a while.

I also have a lot of logistics to figure out.  That will no doubt be worth at least another blog post or two.  As always, I hope you’ll stay tuned.

 

It’s a Mystery on Lame Post Friday

Today I was not feeling well and decided to take the day off.  I already had the day off work, so it was only a matter of letting myself off the hook regarding household chores.  I had already mowed the back lawn when I decided, so I can comfort myself with the thought that at least I did something.   A day off blogging, however, is a much more serious proposition, especially on Lame Post Friday.

I would love to be at such a cocktail hour.

Earlier today, we watched Evil Under the Sun, a star studded Agatha Christie romp.  In fact, that is how I expressed it to Steven when I suggested a movie, “I could get into a star studded Agatha Christie romp.”  I do love a good old movie, especially one featuring the divine Maggie Smith.

Since the movie, I have been looking at regular television in a rather desultory fashion.  At least I have gotten some crocheting done.

One of my favorite movie couples.

Here is a scene from another Agatha Christie adaptation we recently viewed, Witness for the Prosecution.  Although the cast includes Charles Laughton, Else Lanchester, Tyrone Power, and Marlene Dietrich, it is not a star studded Agatha Christie romp.  Nonetheless, it is an excellent movie, directed by Billy Wilder.

 

Who killed Benny the Bootlegger?

This was not an Agatha Christie,  but it was definitely a romp and we like to feel it is star studded.  It is the LiFT,  Little Falls Theatre Company, production of the interactive murder mystery, Rubbed Out at Ruby’s.  Regular readers may remember that it was written by me.  Do I flatter myself by including my mystery in a post about Agatha Christie?   I daresay I do.  Then again, a healthy ego is an asset for writers and actors.  Happy Friday, everyone!

 

Errands and Beer on Non-Sequitur Thursday

Today I went for a walk with a few stops to make.  I carried my Tablet thinking to take a few pictures to make a blog post.  We’ll see how well I did.

I hoped to get the hanging flowers in the shot.

My first stop was to pay our water bill.  I also took a picture of the memorial to K-9 Ape, who sadly died in the line of duty.

A very sad day in Herkimer history.

From there I walked down Main Street to Renewed and Rescued, a consignment shop which has expanded recently.  I was particularly interested in a vendor shot  occupieed by a friend.

I did not know how to get the picture without my reflection opin the mirror.

I mean to make a longer blog post about the various new vendors.  For today, I merely took some pictures and repaired to the End Zone Pub and Grub for a refreshing beverage.

This is a shot from a previous summer.

After enjoying a draft there, I decided to stop at Pete’s Tavern for one.  He has been doing some renovations and I wanted to check them out.

I did not get to sit at the bar today.

Another view showing the woodwork.

In the second shot, you really cannot see the neon signs.  In the meantime,  this is a few shots sharing with you my Thursday.   We shall see what I decide to share on Friday. As always, I hope you’ll all stay tuned.

It was an enjoyable afternoon.  I would now like to get on with enjoying my evening. I hope to see you all again on Lame Post Friday.

 

Schulz and Dooley, Can You Help Me Now?

This is shaping up to be a bad blogging week.  Never mind why; explanations are so tiresome.  As regular readers know, I like to post every day. So let us get in with the post.

Give a cheer! Have a beer!

This is one of the pictures I took at Showcase Antiques of CNY in Little Falls last Friday.  It has nothing to do with the article I was working on for Mohawk Valley Living magazine.  However, Schultz and Dooley, there could be no possible objection.

Pretty impressive pottery, I say.

And here they are in person.  Debbie Guile, one of Showcase’s owners, told me that these steins were originally produced only for merchants.  However, they were so popular, they soon were made for anybody to purchase.

After talking about these, Debbie speculated that I would soon be ready for a beer.  You bet I was!  Perhaps I should go on a brewery tour at Saranac.  I went on it years and years ago, when it was known as the Utica Club Brewery.  But as Shakespeare said, what’s in a name?

Home of many interesting antiques.

Here is an outside view of Showcase Antiques of CNY.  Lots of fun stuff!

So I give another shout-out to a local business.  And I mention beer.  Not bad for a Wuss-out Wednesday,  I say.

 

From Little Falls to my Yard and Back

Sometimes Tired Tuesday follows Monstrous Monday,  we all know that.  I won’t bother telling you why I’m tired; explanations are so tiresome.  I will attempt instead to share a few pictures and make a non-tiresome post.  No promises.

A depiction how I feel: old and fat.

This is one of the pictures I took last Friday at Showcare Antiques of CNY in Little Falls.  In case you can’t read the card, it is an historical ovoid jug.  Ovoid is a good word, which, unfortunately my autocorrect wants to change to “avoid.”

I never gave him a name. Any suggestions?

Making this more of a Non-Sequitur Tuesday, I put in my alligator (or crocodile; I don’t know whether I will see him later or in a while).  I need to find a better spot for him.  Perhaps he would like to lurk amid my Brown-eyed Susans.

A place for a reptile to lurk?

I have several overgrown spots he might like.  He previously resided under Frankentree in my front yard, but I got tired of moving him every time I mowed.

Regular readers will remember Frankentree.

So I went from antiques in Little Falls to my yard in Herkimer.  Can I find another shot from Little Falls to tie this post together or will it be hopelessly non sequitur?

A great place for coffee and a snack.

I think this is a shot of Little Falls which maintains this post’s non sequitur status:  The Cafe at Stone Mill.

And here we are, approaching 250 words.  Happy Tuesday, everyone!

 

Is It Halloween Yet?

I knew this would be a Monstrous Monday Post,  since it was my first day back to work after ANOTHER month’s furlough.  I am indeed happy to be once again gainfully employed.  However, this is not a work blog.  It is, I confess, many types of a blog, but never work.  Today, it is monsters.  I like monsters.

Who else is ready for Halloween?

This is a neighbor’s yard, from last October.  I know I am not the only one who feels increasingly content as Halloween approaches.

Another angle.

I need to step up my front yard decorations this year.

My own front porch.

I like this shot, because the ghost looks like it is in mid-flight.  I look forward to what I will come up with this year.

Not exactly monsters, but fun.

This is a rehearsal of Mummers Along the Mohawk,  for our performance at last year’s Great American Irish Festival in Frankfort, NY.  That was a great deal of fun.  Of course, this year, things were different.

Who says monsters can’t be cute?

Here is another domestic monster, a present from my wonderful husband Steven.  He really does give the best presents.

One more cute one!

This little guy is perched atop a tiny bottle of Q vodka.  Or is it gin?  I am too lazy to go look at the bottle, which is par for the course on Monstrous Monday.  Thank you for tuning in, and I hope to see you all again on Tired Tuesday,  or whatever sort of Tuesday it turns out to be.

 

Oh Yeah, and I Watched Svengoolie

Hello, and welcome to another Slacker Saturday Post.  I did some yard work this morning, went to a neighbor’s graduation party this afternoon, and that is it.

He’s fun.

Oh yeah, and I watched a DVR’d episode of Svengoolie.  The featured movie was Curse of the Werewolf, a Hammer horror feature from 1961.  I thought, “Hammer horror!   Oh boy!”  Boy was I disappointed!

Sven’s pre-movie summary told me it was going to take a while to get to the werewolf part.  He was so right!  I fast forwarded it through some of the annoying set-up (which some people might have found entertaining; there’s no accounting for tastes).  In so doing, I may have missed some of the explanatory narration.  Still, I was able to follow things.

I could totally write one of my blow-by-blow movie write-ups, because I was taking copious notes in the TV Journal.  In fact, I would love to do so.  I enjoy writing them and have not done one in a while.  However, then this would not be a Slacker Saturday Post.

Now how dumb is this: I just looked at a previous paragraph and saw that autocorrect made “Sven’s” be “When’s”.  What the hell is that all about (and I mean hell not he’ll for heck’s sake!) (and it was heck’s sake, not Jack’s sake!) (I thought it would allow heck if not hell, but apparently not)?

Anyways, I have gotten myself over 200 words,  so we’ll call this OK for a Slacker Saturday Post.  I now continue to slack.