I’m Late, But I Ran! And Blogged!

So the idea of writing while on breaks at work was not successful.  After writing and crossing out three or four phrases, I flipped back a few pages and worked on my latest attempt at a novel.  However, I had the plan that I would go running after work and could do a Running Commentary post.  Perfect!

Well, I was half right.  I ran, and it did not go too badly.  Then I was too damn tired to do anything but lounge on the couch watching Snapped and go to bed early.  Perhaps I could have forced my body and brain to do something, but I felt so deliciously relaxed and comfortable, I decided to cut myself a break.  Do I perhaps cut myself too many breaks?  That is a philosophical question better suited for Lame Post Friday.  This morning my purpose is to do a late Wuss-out Wednesday post.

The weather was not too cold (for February) and dry.  At least, the sky was dry.  The sidewalks were dreadful and the roads only really good in the middle.  I kept to streets less traveled but even so met with some traffic.  I dodged up onto the sidewalk only once, when a car was coming and I saw a bare patch of walk.  It did not last and I had to dodge over deep puddles and slushy ice to get back into the road.  Ugh.  No matter, just keep going.

My breathing was not bad.  My legs were not particularly happy, but that was to be expected after two weeks off.  Was it two weeks?  Yikes!  I’ll try not to do that again.  My legs eventually settled into it, and by the end my whole body was pretty happy I ran.  I plowed through snowy, slushy, wet sidewalks on my cool down walk, feeling fairly pleased with myself.

Oooh, look, 300 words.  I rock!  OK, not really, since this is a late post and not very descriptive of my run.  Still, I must celebrate even small wins.  Belated Happy Wednesday, everyone!

 

Have I the Heart for a Tired Tuesday Post?

OK, second attempt at making Tuesday’s blog post on Tuesday (whatever my WordPress timestamp may say).  I logged on earlier but felt overwhelmingly sad.  The moment seems to have passed.

As you may have guessed,  I did not follow yesterday’s note to self and write my blog post while on breaks at work.  I had the notebook out (the spiral bound paper kind by the way), but nothing doing.  I did some writing eventually, but nothing to share yet.  Never mind, I will make a Tired Tuesday post.

At the risk of upsetting the HIPAA police, I mention that I went to the cardiologist this morning for a stress test.  I was quite stressed by the time I arrived.  Driving in Utica, NY can do that to anyone, but I get especially uptight when I am worried about getting somewhere on time.  And it is stressful leaving from and returning to work, for reasons too tiresome to relate.

Anyways, the test itself went fine, although I felt quite self-conscious being naked from the waist up, not to mention the discomfort of walking and jogging without a bra (do NOT tell me TMI!).  I had to laugh when I was lying on my side while a technician took “pictures” of my heart.

“I feel like I’m getting a boudoir photo taken,” I said.

It took me a while on the treadmill to get out of breath.  Let’s hear it for running!  The technicians were also impressed by how quickly I got back into heart-picture-taking position when I got off the treadmill.

The really bad part came next, when they hooked me up to a heart monitor that I have to wear for 30 days.  That may be worth a blog post all its own!

In the meantime,  I am closing in on 300 words. Not bad for thinking I wasn’t even going to post till tomorrow morning.

 

The Blog that Needed a Brain

Note to self: go back to writing blog posts on breaks at work.  Once again I am tired and brain dead.

Maybe I could borrow some of his.

I haven’t used The Brain from Planet Arous in a while.  Cue unkind remarks about how I haven’t used my own brain in even longer (you know who you are).

This is how I may look by tomorrow.

I feel I may turn into a zombie.  I will be an old-school, slow-moving zombie, not one of those new-fangled sorts that run right along (full disclosure: I have never seen any movie or tv show with that sort of zombie, but I’ve heard).

Great side-eye.

Since I feel so brain-dead, I am a little envious of The Brain that Wouldn’t Die.  We were thinking of watching that flick yesterday but went another way.  Maybe this weekend.

“A Monstrous Monday post without me? SAY IT AIN’T SO!”

As Nosferatu just observed, this is a Monstrous Monday post. I had not said so, but I am sure my clever readers already figured that out.  It seems to be taking me a long time to get to 200 words, and I am having difficulty in selecting monsters from my Media Library.

Ooh, look, I am at 200 words, without doing much besides whine about how tired and brain dead I feel.  I hope the monsters helped pep things up.  Happy Monday, all.

 

Making Do on Wrist to Forehead Sunday

It is Wrist to Forehead Sunday,  and one reason for that is that I am posting on my Tablet.  Not only am I sitting here typing one letter at a time with the stylus, I am limited to pictures I have in my Media Library or ones I have taken with the Tablet.  I have had a Cinema Sunday but I do not have sufficient pictures for a blog post of same.

This is what we mean by Wrist to Forehead.

It’s funny how I can have a perfectly enjoyable day yet have nothing to write a blog post about.  I mean, who wants to hear about my doing laundry and grocery shopping?   Oh, well, I guess sometimes I can think is something to say about mundane chores.

I know how he feels.

I often say there are worse things than being bored.  However, I am talking about my job, not my blog.  I do not see any problem with being bored while I am doing my job, as long as I am doing it right.  But it would be very bad of me to bore my blog readers.  That is not the point is writing a blog, I assure you.

“You boring? Say it ain’t so! “

Oh, look I do have an appropriate picture, because right now we are watching The Wolf Man on a DVR’d Svengoolie.  I loves me some Svengoolie.

He looks mean.

And for good measure, here is Bela Lugosi as Bela the Fortune-teller in The Wolf Man.  Who coukd be uncheered by Bela Lugosi?

 

Ah Truman, You Were Right

I tried, I really tried to make my Saturday blog post on Saturday.  I wrote this much:

It is way past the time I usually make a blog post, and past my usual bedtime as well.  I went to a fundraiser for Team Rebecca of America’s Greatest Heart Run and Walk. We danced our butts off to our favorite local band, The Posers.  Now I am tired.

I wish I had some pictures to share, but I did not bring my Tablet.  I knew I would want to dance a lot and did not want to worry about leaving a device unattended.

Oh dear, I don’t know that I can make a full blog post now.  I am SO ready for bed.  Additionally,  I did not do much of anything else today so cannot make a Scattered Saturday post.  What the hell, me?

And that was as far as I got. As Truman Capote once said, that’s not writing, that’s typing.  Anyways, I realized it was after midnight so I would be making Saturday’s post on Sunday anyways, so there you have it. I am out of bed much later than usual, even for a Sunday, and I have a full day of chores ahead of me.  Will I do them all?  Will I do any of them?  A little suspense adds adds interest to my day.

In the meantime,  I am going to call this a Slacker Saturday post and drive on.  I shall drink some more coffee, and I hope you are all having a delightful weekend.

 

Lame Me Entertain You

I never ask myself to do much on Lame Post Friday.  Right now I am sipping wine and watching movies with my husband, Steven.  We started with The Bad Seed and moved on to House on Haunted Hill.

Check out the crazy eyes!

Steven always remarks on how right away you can buy the little girl as a killer, although the other characters never seem to catch on.  Both of us would like to see a version where Rhoda really seems to be the sweet, wonderful child people seem to think her.  At least the above Rhoda is not as creepy as the girl in the Rob Lowe remake.

I had such high hopes for it.

In the first scene, the little girl looks out the window and notices a dead cat.  She says it in such a creepy, undead, movie psycho voice, I immediately retired all hopes of a classy suspense feature.  Still, I watched it till the end, I’ll give it that.  I will not voluntarily watch it again, but I sat through it once.

We moved on to House on Haunted Hill, an all-time favorite of ours.  I shared a picture from it yesterday.  However, I have other pictures I can use.

This was my cover photo for a while.

The actress on the left is a really good screamer.  I think the one on the right wore roller skates and was pulled along by stage hands.

I love a good director!

This, of course, is William Castle, coaching one of his actresses, or perhaps posing for a publicity still.  We LOVE William Castle. Some call his movies cheesy, and perhaps some of them are (although that is a selling point for me! ), but Castle loved what he did and had a sincere desire to entertain people.

I have that in common with Mr. Castle.  I hope I have entertained my readers.  Happy Friday, everyone!

 

Romance with Victor and Harvey

How about a nice Throwback Thursday post.  I use a period instead of a question mark, because I am going to attempt it anyways.

 

Yikes! I think I have improved with age.

I am not sure when this picture of Steven and me was taken, but it was probably around 1990.

I’m afraid this one is a little blurry.

Here is a more recent pic, taken at the Copper Moose Ale House in Little Falls,  NY, sometime in 2019, I think.  I guess that is not throwing things back very far, but it continues the Steve and Cindy theme.

This is not me and Steve.

This is still a throwback, because it is an old movie, but I might be veering into Non-Sequitur Thursday territory, going from personal to movie pictures.  Then again, this is another romantic couple, Judith Anderson and Vincent Price in Laura, one of Steven’s and my favorite movies.

“Shall we dance?”

Here is a not so happy couple from House on Haunted Hill,  another favorite.

I may as well admit that I have given up hope of making a coherent blog post and am just sharing pictures and hoping to get to 200 words.  I am also hoping that my readers will be at least mildly entertained.

He means business, but I am not having his nonsense.

Back to Steven and me for one last throwback photo.  This is us in Harvey at Ilion Little Theatre in 2012.

Now I am over 200 words.  Throwback or Non-Sequitur,  I hope you are all having a lovely Thursday.

 

But Is This a Tiresome Post?

I am over halfway through the week and pretty damn happy about it.  But what to write about for my Wuss-out Wednesday post?  I have many things on my plate these days: two or three murder mysteries, summer Shakespeare, St. Baldrick’s Day, the Boilermaker 15K,  AND cleaning my dirty house, making daily blog posts, writing that novel…

Amidst all this, I am still battling my health or lack thereof.  I am becoming more familiar with Genesee Street in Utica from driving to specialists for diagnostic tests.  More I must not say, because, you know, HIPAA.  Also, as I often point out, it can be tiresome to hear people go on about their health and other problems.

You know, I say that, and I fear I do get tiresome sometimes, but there are other times when somebody tells me about their life, and I am quite interested.  Sometimes I learn something about diagnosis and treatment, or get some insight into family dynamics.  In short, I like to hear stories about people.  That is one reason I listen to gossip (judge me if you are so inclined).

Ah, now I have made this a Mid-Week Middle-aged Musings post.  I haven’t had one of those in a while.  Perhaps tomorrow I can give an update on one of my above-mentioned projects.  If I make any progress.  A little suspense adds interest to my week.

 

I Almost Forgot, I’m Gonna Be Bald!

Long time readers may remember that I have previously participated in St. Baldrick’s Day events.  That is, I got my head shaved to help raise funds for cancer research.  Thanks to the generosity of my family, friends and co-workers,  I raised enough money to not feel foolish in front of the other bald people.  Oh, I know, every little bit helps, and as long as I bring something, I have nothing to be ashamed of.  I still don’t want to look like I’m just cadging a cheap haircut.

Look how cute I’m going to look! Or do I flatter myself?

This is a picture of me after the last time I got my head shaved,  in 2016.  I think it looks better once it starts to grow back some, but bald is just so striking.

The problem I have is that I hate asking people to donate.  There are just so many people raising money for so many causes, most of them very worthy (I can’t bring myself to say they are ALL worthy, but I will not go so far as to name any I found less than worthy) (I’m sure it wasn’t yours) (oh dear,  I can get myself into trouble this way).

That was as far as I got last night, before my fatigue overtook me and I cravenly went to bed.  Now it is Wednesday morning, and I shall finish my Tuesday post with a link to my St. Baldrick’s Day Fundraising page.  You might like to take a look, if only to see the silly “before” picture I used.  If you would like to make a small donation to cancer research, I shall be extremely grateful.

https://www.stbaldricks.org/participants/mypage/1043508/2020

 

Misunderstood on Monstrous Monday

I felt better enough to get through the day at work today, but I do not feel better enough to do more than a Monstrous Monday post.  How disgustingly whiny of me.  Quick, bring on the monsters!

That’s it! I should have a beer!

It wasn’t really all that bad of a day.  Last week was much harder to get through.  So I’ve got that going for me. And it’s only Monday.  I have four more days for things to improve.  How’s that for a good spin on it’s being Monday?

“What do you mean I have to go to work again tomorrow?”

I think Nosferatu looks surprised.  And scary.  Regular readers know he’s my favorite.

“This is a good monster!”

Actually, I think in the movie Gene Wilder calls Peter Boyle a “good boy.”  Like Frankenstein’s monster, I am misunderstood.  One might think this blog would explain me, but that is not likely to happen.  Never mind that now. We are not talking about me today; we are looking at monster pictures.

Most of us don’t, Monster.

I happened across this quintessential Monstrous Monday picture.  Yes, I have used it many times.  What can I say?  Some things bear repeating.