I thought I would try for a Wordless Wednesday Post using pictures from my Media Library. Of course I am never completely wordless (although many wish I was) (you know who you are). Let us see what I can find.
So pretty!
That was difficult. I enjoyed scrolling down, remembering this and that picture. Yet none of them seemed right for the post. I finally settled on this flower, because I am longing for spring.
Looks more like a rummage sale.
This is not the picture I meant to share, but I had a little trouble scrolling and clicking. As usual, technology eludes me. This is an indoor garage sale in Dolgeville, NY. I found some pretty good stuff there. I’d like to go to another trash to treasure sale, but I need to clean my house first. I will not share a picture of the mess I currently live in. It would be too embarrassing.
Gee, I wish I’d have said that.
I close with a pun. This is not photoshopped (like I would know how to do that!) but is an authentic headline of the Utica OD. That is Observer-dispatch, as you can see on the masthead, not overdose, as you may be forgiven for thinking.
I had it all planned out yesterday. I was going to go for a walk and make a Pedestrian Post, or maybe call it a Tuesday Trudge. Then it poured rain, so I went to Plan B. Only I didn’t have a Plan B. So I am sitting here with my Tablet on Wednesday morning, hoping inspiration will strike.
Some will argue that inspiration is a myth. Just write, they will say, quoting Edison and his 1% inspiration, 99% perspiration. To that I reply, you still need that 1%. After all, without one little clove of garlic, all you have is bland tomato sauce (oh yeah, like I ever use only one measly clove of garlic!) (and I suppose some people like bland tomato sauce).
Where was I? Oh yes, trying to write. I did write a bit yesterday, a couple of paragraphs in the TV Journal and a character page on a new murder mystery.
That’s right! Another murder mystery may be in my future! That will give me something else to blog about. I will have to upgrade my WordPress account so I can include pictures.
In the meantime, I am not quite at 200 words (why does autocorrect keep thinking I want to say 00 instead of 200? Is it saying my 200 words are worth nothing? Everybody’s a critic!). Does it count if I get up to 200 words by discussing that I am not at 200 words? Discuss amongst yourselves.
So it seems I didn’t do so good at getting back into blogging. Full disclosure: I’m not doing so good at other stuff either. Well, you know what they say: go big or go home. Why just screw up the blog when I can let EVERYTHING slide?
OK, that is an exaggeration (if I’ve told you once, I’ve told you a million times: don’t exaggerate!). I have been going to work, managing eight hour days last Tuesday through Friday and today (Monday). But I haven’t done a whole lot else, and I am exhausted. Additionally, I seem to be having some mental repercussions from the illness. I feel very down and am apt to start crying at almost any excuse.
Now I feel that I have over-shared. This is a personal blog, but I did not intend for it to be me, Me, ME! I think this! I feel that! And another thing about me…
I guess I wanted to make another post just for the sake of making a post. If I make a crappy post today, maybe I could make a mediocre post tomorrow. Eventually I could work my way up to half-way decent posts. Or even good posts! No promises, though.
Regular readers may remember that before I got sick, I was going to rehearsals for a play at Ilion Little Theatre. What a terrible time to get sick! Don’t these viruses know the show must go on?
Of course, this show will go on, but sadly (for me, at least), it will go on without me. The director was willing to wait for me, when we all thought I would feel better any minute now. Alas, that has not happened. I think they got someone really good to replace me, though, so that is good news.
As for me, I returned to work yesterday but could not make it for all eight hours. I punched out after seven and had rather a miserable drive home (luckily it is only 20 minutes). This morning (as by the way, I am pecking in Monday’s post a day late), I am debating whether or not to call in entirely today.
I shall close with a plug for the play. I may not get to see it myself, but I wholeheartedly encourage local readers to do so: GameShow at Ilion Little Theatre, 13 Remington Ave., Ilion, NY (behind the factory), Feb 18, 19, 25 and 26 at 7:30 p.m., Feb 20 and 27 at 2 p.m. For more information, go to http://www.ilionlittletheatre.org/ or find their Facebook page.
OK, this is it: I have got to start blogging again. My problem is, all I really want to talk about is how crappy I feel. How tiresome is that! I do feel better than I felt when I first fell ill. However, I do not feel capable of doing anything useful or creative. I am rather in dread that this is my new normal.
One consolation: this is excellent as a Wrist to Forehead Sunday post. I have never felt more like swooning in despair, dramatically posed with the back of one wrist to my forehead. Why, oh why, have I never provided myself with a chaise lounge? It is clearly a necessary piece of equipment.
Now I feel a little better, because I am laughing at myself and my own self-dramatization. It is not easy being me, but it is reasonably entertaining.
For the record, I did try to return to work last Thursday. I had been off since Monday of the previous week (that is, Jan. 31 to Feb. 9) (Yikes! That’s a long time!). I made it through four miseeable hours and went home. I did not try again on Friday. I hope to try again on Monday. Eventually I hope to feel better enough to do a few things worth blogging about. I hope I have readers left by then!
Mohawk Valley Girl feels like shit. And autocorrect is determined to clean up my garbage mouth. I really feel too awful to post at all. However, I logged into WordPress to catch up on my favorite blogger, Rachel Mankewicz. She posts every Saturday with insightful essays punctuated by pictures of her adorable dogs. I found myself typing in a comment. Then I was reading and commenting on other blogs, and I said, Hey, maybe I can do this.
But I can’t, really. I need to put this aside and lie quietly. When I log in again, I will try to add a link to The Cricket Pages, and maybe plug a couple other of my favorites.
In the meantime, please excuse Mohawk Valley Girl etc. etc….
I am pretty sure I used this title (too lazy to go back and look). I don’t even have a good excuse for not making my Lame Post Friday post on Friday. And I don’t have much to say now, either. But let’s see what I can come up with.
Our year round ghoul.
I put in a picture of Elliott Ghoul, because he said something as I typed in the previous paragraph. We put him in the window one Halloween, and I enjoyed him so much, I insisted he stay. We added the hat for Christmas, and you can see the reflection of Santa Claus on the window. Santa is still out there, but I think the hat is gone (again, too lazy to check).
Today promises to be a frigid cold day with wind chill and everything. Steven vows not to leave the house. It does not bode well for Mohawk Valley Adventures. Oh dear, will I be reduced to cleaning the house? SAY IT AIN’T SO!!!
Pretty!
Feeling blank of anything to say, I sought another picture. I settled on the crocuses, because many of us are longing for spring. However, I try not to wish too hard for what patience will bring me. I am a big believer in trying to enjoy Right Now. I am not always successful at it, but I think it would be a good idea if I was.
Will I enjoy today? I certainly intend to. I hope to write a blog post about it. My Saturday Post on Saturday? A little suspense adds interest to my day.
Time for another Throwback Thursday post. Full disclosure: It is early Friday morning. I had a rather frantic time after work yesterday, trying to get a few things done before rehearsal. Fuller disclosure: I did not get many things done; I sat and watched a rerun of Mom to relax myself. It’s called Self Care.
They are nice, and their product is good.
This is a shout-out to a local business, but the picture is from 2017. That counts, right? It is DikinDurt Distillery of Herkimer. I am more into wine than booze, but their product is yummy, and comes in several flavors: something for everyone. Almost everyone. I know not everyone drinks.
Not equipment currently in use.
I might as well go ahead and give them a thorough shout-out. You can sometimes find their product in local bars and liquor stores. They also attend many area vendor fairs. Or you can visit the distillery at 115 Smith Rd. in Herkimer. You can see the distilling equipment through a window and hear all about the business.
The distilling room.
I visited the tasting room once with my friend Kim. We have been meaning to go again. In the meantime, I hope this counts as my Throwback Thursday post.
My friend Kim.
I thought it would be a good idea to include the picture of the beautiful blonde.
Yesterday was a Blogger’s Sick Day. I did not post, because I felt like crap. I almost did not post this morning, because I thought, “I don’t have anything to say. What is the point in yet another post where I offer a lame excuse about why I didn’t post yesterday.” Then I thought of something to say.
Long time readers know I write actual snail mail letters. At least, I don’t think I have mentioned that lately, but I do. This week, I have been working on a letter to my sister Diane, who also writes letters (in much prettier handwriting than mine, but never mind that now). I sat at the break table at work, before my shift started, writing. A co-worker walked by.
“You writing a novel?”
“Just a letter to my sister.”
“Nobody does that an more!”
“We do.”
The next day, it was my boss asking. He pointed out the existence of phone calls and Face Time.
I said, “Nobody wants to see this face for any length of time.”
He said I would be surprised at the faces that do it. It’s true. No face is so ugly that somebody, somewhere, isn’t happy to see it. I hope.
Next a co-worker asked me if I was writing a “journal of this place.” Certainly not! I guess this counts as a workplace anecdote, but this is not and has never been a work blog. That could get me in trouble with management.
I typed in the headline with a question mark, because I am not sure how well this is going to work out. I have a mere 17 minutes before I have to get ready and go to rehearsal for Game Show, the play Steven and I are in at Ilion Little Theatre (I mention for those who had not read it here or had forgotten).
Aaand that was a far as I got. And here is a Freudian typo: I wanted to use multiple A’s for “and” but at first typed “assnd.” Because I feel like an ass. I have made blog posts in 15 minutes or less. It can happen. Then I got the One More Thing disease, so we were not early for rehearsal. Never mind that: I put Monsters in the title, I am going to put monsters in the post
Me, studying my lines.
One reason I was unable to make the post before rehearsal yesterday is I started on this sick headache, which, incidentally still plagues me this morning. I took my temperature: not running a fever, not COVID. Anyways, it is my only symptom. I only mention it, because, you know how it is: when you have a head- or some other kind of ache, it tends to dominate your thoughts.
I’m not ready for a coffin yet.
Rehearsal was not as enjoyable as it may have been, due to my headache. However, I managed to be off book. I guess it is not that impressive; I have very few lines. Now I have to learn everybody else’s lines. For one reason: I will know more betterly when my lines are coming (yes, I know “more betterly” is not proper English; it is a silly thing I like to say). For another, when somebody forgets their line, sometimes I can say something in character that helps them remember or at least keeps the scene going.
Steve is no longer invisible.
The Steve in the above caption does not refer to my husband Steve but to a character in the play. I think I mentioned that we were down an actor. One fellow had to drop out due to personal reasons. However, we had a replacement last night, and I know he will do an excellent job. As a side note: in this play the director and two actors are named Steve, as is a main character in the play. We’re lousy with Steves!
I see I have talked more about the play than the monsters, but I think that is all right. Additionally, I am over 400 words. How did that happen? It must be the coffee.
Mohawk Valley Girl 