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Cloudy with a Chance of Lame

Posted on January 24, 2026 by mohawkvalleygirl

I have the most horrendous case of I Just Can’t Even! I feel it is not terminal: I did manage to take a shower and find something to wear, even putting on earrings. Earlier today I wrote a story about a Frankfort Town Board Meeting and emailed it to my editor at Sentinel Media. OK, that’s all I did. But can I also do a Lame Post Friday blog post? We shall see.

Bette mourns my dead hopes and dreams.

I wanted to throw in a picture to pep things up. Here is the goddess Bette Davis in Hush… Hush, Sweet Charlotte. It is an excellent movie of the so-called Hagsploitation genre. Or do I mean Psycho-Biddy? I believe both terms are acceptable. I am old enough to be a psycho biddy myself. Watch out, world!

Is he pointing at me?

A little back-lit, but here is the statue of General Herkimer in Myers Park in Herkimer, NY. I walk by this park on a regular basis. However, I do not know if I will do so in the near future. It is supposed to be extremely cold over the next couple of days. I felt rather ill after my long walk on Thursday. Oh, these colds hang on and on at my age. No wonder there are so many psycho biddies out there!

How I might look if I had a wood burning stove.

I end with another psycho-biddy, our beloved Joan Crawford in StraitJacket. I fear my headline is not necessarily reflective of this post, but let me reassure you. My head is feeling quite cloudy, and I am, without a doubt, lame.

I Guess Old People Repeat Themselves

Posted on May 14, 2024 by mohawkvalleygirl

Does anybody remember a feature I used to have called Monday Middle-aged Musings? I have been told I am no longer middle-aged but old (59 + 59 = 118, an age I am unlikely to attain, was the logic, but I rarely do the math) (I am 60 now, but I was 59 when the unkind remark was made to me). Still, I love my alliteration, and I really feel I have overdone Monstrous Monday, at least until I get some new monster pictures into my Media Library.

Full disclosure: It is early Tuesday morning. I was tired last night, and lazy. The fact is, all I require of myself on Monday is to get through the day. However, yesterday I… oh never mind what all I did, but I accomplished several chores and errands. They may not have been enough to exhaust the average person, but give me a break. I’m old.

Why do I feel such relief that it is no longer Monday? I first wrote that as a parenthetical comment in the last paragraph then thought it was a musing as well as a comment. I have reflected before on the rhythm of a Monday through Friday schedule, how to many people the week sucks progressively less as it wends slowly toward Friday and the weekend. I rebel against this thinking on principle, and I have said this before: why would we pack all our happiness into two days and be miserable for the remaining five? Sorry to repeat myself.

Why do I always dive right back into redundancy?

I went to my Media Library, to find a picture to distract myself from saying the same thing yet again. I thought this was appropriate. Do Not Enter! Do Not Keep Making the Same Stupid Blog Post! Do Not Pass Go! Do Not Collect $200! Now I am getting silly. Anyways, as regular readers know, when I see a sign like the above while running or walking, I do not hesitate to enter.

In any case, this nonsense has gotten me over 300 words, and I do not have time to come up with anything else if I want to take a walk this morning (full disclosure: I do not particularly want to but know it would be a good idea). Once again, I thank you for tuning in.

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This Old Lame

Posted on August 12, 2023 by mohawkvalleygirl

I am attempting to make my Lame Post Friday post on Friday, but no promises as to whether I will hit Publish before Saturday morning. I am tired, and my eyes are acting funny. I can’t seem to focus up close or even in the middle distance. Usually when this happens, I find I have put on the wrong glasses. Operator Error is kind of a theme in my life. However, I checked my glasses at least three times; they are a reading pair.

I seem to be asking my body, “What the Hell?” a lot these days. Earlier today, as I creaked out of my chair after sitting for less than a half hour for lunch, I preceded that question with, “I am 59, not 112!”

This is how old I feel, only not as well dressed.

I interrupt my whining with a picture. This is me and my friend Jim in a scene from Morning’s at Seven, a play we did at Ilion Little Theatre a few years ago. I was the oldest sister.

Aging like fine wine?

A friend gave me a plaque that said, “I’m not old, I’m vintage!” I confess I do not pay too much attention to the vintage of the wine I drink, but I love vintage automobiles. Although I usually call them classic cars. Yeah, that’s me: classic.

I suppose I am not that sleek, but one does what one can.

This car was in the Ilion Days Doodah Parade last year. I just thought it would be apropos to include a picture of a vintage car.

My foolishness has gotten me over 250 words. Phew! We shall see what sort of a post I can come up with for Saturday. Scattered? Slacker? A little suspense adds interest to my weekend.

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Two-Mile Tuesday

Posted on June 14, 2023 by mohawkvalleygirl

I thought of that title while at work today. So I decided I would run for two miles and write a Running Commentary Blog Post about it. I told my plan to a co-worker, thinking it would make me more likely to do it. I guess it worked, because I got home and put on running clothes right away. I threw in a load of laundry, my usual multi-task for a weekend run, and off I went.

It was warm but not hot. My body was not too happy with the exertion after a full day’s work, but as usual, I persevered. My knees have been bothering me lately. However, I know losing a little weight can help, and running can help me lose weight. One good thing about my body is that it usually tag-teams when it comes to pain: when my hip started to twinge, the knees shut up.

When I say my hip, I don’t really know if it is the hip. Today the pain was coming from the crease where leg meets torso. Sometimes it radiates out into definite hip area. I hope nobody minds me prosing on about my aches and pains. Blame it on my age. I am almost 60. Then again, my pains did not keep me from running, so perhaps they are not worthy of mention in the blog.

Getting back to the run, I am rather enjoying running for a certain distance rather than for a certain amount of time, as I usually do. Saturday I made up my mind to run for 4 miles. It took less time than I had expected, so I felt pretty good about that.

Today’s two miles took about 27 minutes. The second mile took me 13 minutes and 13 seconds. I liked that: 13:13 on the 13th. Too bad it wasn’t Friday the 13th, but then I wouldn’t have had my alliterative title.

Same Old Late Tired Tuesday

Posted on January 25, 2023 by mohawkvalleygirl

I am making my Tired Tuesday Post early Wednesday morning, because, not surprisingly, last night I was tired. It is not unusual this time of year for anyone to feel tired, sluggish, and a little down, let alone a woman my age (middle).

Incidentally, for anybody older than me saying, “Shut up, you are not that old,” I will point out that it is all relative (not our relative, my sister Diane would point out) (she is witty). I have been referring to myself as “a woman my age” since my mid-30s. I was in the army at the time, having joined at the ill-advised age of 32, after a good ten years of a pretty sedentary life (for those of you who were or are magnificently athletic specimens at that age). So I was hanging out with a lot of young recruits.

At my current job, when I make a witty (or so I flatter myself) reference a co-worker does not understand, she says, “I don’t get old people humor.” Yes, once again I find myself in a job with people younger than myself. Some would say I am getting too old for these drastic career changes. SAY IT AIN’T SO!!!!

I hope these foolish posts where I just rattle are not getting old, but I can’t worry about that now. I only hope I have entertained somebody, and I thank you for tuning in.

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Middle-aged Musings on Age

Posted on October 7, 2014 by mohawkvalleygirl

How fortunate that I have back pain today. Yesterday (and the day before) I blamed my difficulty writing on my sinus headache. It led me to wonder if other kinds of pain were better or worse to write under. Who knew I would get a chance to find out so soon?

Well, I guess I knew I’d get a chance. Middle-age has been hitting me with both barrels lately. You know that expression, “Live fast, die young and make a good-looking corpse.” I apparently did not live fast enough to die young, yet not slow enough to age gracefully. Then again, when have I ever done anything gracefully? (For those of you not well-acquainted with me, the answer is almost never.)

Before you all conclude that I am an unmitigated kvetch, I’d like to just say I am laughing at myself. I don’t mind being 50. I think it’s kind of fun. I like my grey hair. I’m hoping to experience some of them there hot flashes this winter when my place of employment gets really cold. I can’t say I’m nuts about the extreme difficulty in losing weight, but you can’t have everything.

Earlier today I said to a co-worker, “Getting old ain’t for sissies. I like saying that. It makes me feel bad-ass for having back pain.”

So here is my Monday Middle-aged Musing for the week: yes, I can write a blog post with back pain.

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