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It’s Not Right to Not Write

Yes, this is another late post. I just did not want to make the attempt last night. I am going through a bad writing period. Not to make too many complaints, but I have a few personal problems as well. There may be no solution to the personal problems; after all, no matter what I do, I will always be the same person.

However, the solution to writing problems, according to almost anyone you ask, is Write Just Write.

I have always maintained that it is not that simple. I still maintain that, but now I want to shout at myself: Of course it’s not that simple! Nothing is simple! It never will be! Just do it!

So here I am, babbling on. I made this concession to my laziness: I am lounged on the couch, pecking at the Tablet with the stylus instead of sitting upright at the laptop,industriouslly industriously (how do like this: I made the typo of putting two “l”s in “industrustiously” and now my autocorrect thinks that is how you spell it!).

And I have not much to say. However, I am approaching 200 words, and I need to get back to dealing with my day. I will attempt to Write Just Write a better blog post later,

Mooning Over My Blog Post

Last night, when Steven stepped outside, he told me there was quite a nice moon. I took a couple pictures, first with my phone.

A trifle blurry.

I was not best pleased with the shots, so I tried again with my Tablet.

I did not howl.

The moon is the uppermost light. The lower one is a streetlamp.

You can see the houses a little better.

I tried a few shots.

One more attempt,

I offer these shots in lieu of a Wrist to Forehead Sunday Blog Post. Full disclosure: I am tired and not the least bit inclined to make a real post. Therefore, I offer a few pictures and forego my usual criteria of at least 200 words.

I hope you are all having a delightful Sunday.

I Loves Me Some Crocuses!

In lieu of making my Saturday post early Sunday morning, I thought I would share a few pictures I took of some spring flowers. Earlier today I was walking home from a couple of errands when I saw a few white flowers poking up out of a nearby yard. I grabbed my Tablet.

I don’t know what they are called.

I have noticed a little growth while walking home from work but had not gotten around to taking a real walk and get some pictures. These things last such a short time, I was glad to get a picture or two.

There it is!

I walked up a driveway to get this crocus. When I got home, I found none in my front yard. However, I did see some green. I believe it was some lilies of the valley, which last year vied with the daisies for control of the area.

I guess there were also a few weeds.

Walking out back, I found a few crocuses where none grew last year.

Aren’t they lovely?
So graceful.
My favorites are the white with purple veins.

I also noticed some daffodils starting. How cheerful!

I should perhaps clear away the leaves.

I was so delighted to see some flowers. I mean to plant more this year and perhaps a few vegetables as well. How encouraging to see some beauty happening already! I wonder how much better I can make it look with a little effort.

In the meantime, I feel grateful for spring. And that I made a blog post on time. Happy Saturday, everyone!

Nything on Lame Post Friday

I had my relaxing interlude last night, but I have not been exactly un-relaxed this evening. For heaven’s sake, it’s Friday, if I can’t relax tonight when can I? Oh well, I guess almost any time.

Whenever I get all TGIF, I become uncomfortably aware of all the people that work weekends. I used to work weekends, and I hated it. Then again, I often enjoyed my days off during the week. Wait a minute, where was I going with this?

Obviously, this is Lame Post Friday. I can only feel happy that I am not typing this in early Saturday morning. I feel one must celebrate these small wins.

He’s my guy.

I just got done watching a DVR’d episode of Svengoolie. The Leech Woman. What cheesy fun! I am debating watching another episode or a DVR’d true crime show. I have a slew of Datelines on my List.

But first I must make my blog post.

Unfortunately, once again, I got nuthin’ (oh, that was a weird autocorrect: nything for nuthin’. That’s not even a word!) (Or is it?) (At least it gave me a headline).

How could I resist?

I do feel inclined to write a post about The Leech Woman. I have not done a movie write-up in a long time. They don’t get as many Likes as other posts (I am a notorious Like junky), but they are oh so fun to write.

As for this post, I see I have rattled on for over 200 words. I call that respectable, even if they have been 200 lame words. Happy Friday, everyone!

A Relaxing Interlude

It was unseasonably warm today, and I was delighted I left work early enough to enjoy it. I was too lazy to go for a run or a walk, but I spent a lovely hour or two sitting on my front porch.

I was the picture of leisure.

I had been saying at work that I was either going to go for a run or have a beer on my front porch. A co-worker was puzzled by what she saw as two things which cancelled each other out.

“It’s just two different ways of making myself happy,” I explained. As you can see, I opted for the latter. I changed a clunkier pair of shoes for a light canvas pair. I am so delighted to wear my little canvas sneakers again. They offer my feet zero support, but I love them so much.

The view I enjoyed.

I took a few pictures from where I sat. The lighting was not the best, but I can’t control the sun.

Frankentree obscures the view.

We discussed how we may need to deal with Frankentree, as he becomes more and more of a monster.

Not the best view of the pumpkin or the trees.

Steven told me not to take a picture of him, so I shot over his head. I was hoping to get the pumpkin hanging from the porch and the trees down the street.

A depiction of my relaxation.

I took one more shot of my cute shoes. My father made me the footstool. It is also handy to stand on to reach things. When I am not relaxing.

So was this a better blog post? I let my readers be the judge. Judges. Happy Thursday, friends.

What Excuse Shall I Use This Time?

I guess late blog posts are just going to be a thing with me. And here is another discouraging thing: I seem to be losing my knack for ten-fingered typing. SAY IT AIN’T SO!!!!!

I thought this week was going to be so great, blogwise. I was going to take the various things I did on Scattered Saturday and write full blog posts about each. I have done this in the past with great success. This week, not so much. So do one now, a logical voice in my head tells me (ooh! ooh! a voice in my head that is not putting me down! This is amazing!). Well, now I am on my laptop, and my pictures are all on my Tablet. I cannot overcome such obstacles before coffee.

So here I am, hoping to babble on for a few paragraphs and be sufficiently entertaining to call it a blog post. What, I must ask once again, is my problem? I can write every day. Some weeks I do write every day. I love to write! Sometimes it is easy. Sometimes not so much. Guess which kind of time I am having today.

The best thing to do with a foolish post like this is to keep it short. We’ll call this a check-in with my readers. Yes, I am still calling myself a daily blogger. As always, I will try for a better blog post next time. Also as always, no promises.

I Thunked, But I Ran

I thought I would make a Running Commentary Post in lieu of my usual Tired Tuesday. For one reason, I was determined to run. All last week I came home feeling too tired and frustrated, mostly frustrated. Intellectually, I knew if I ran I would feel better. Physically, I could not accept the knowledge.

So I ran. Do I feel better than if I had not? I suppose I do.

The run did not start out feeling good. Oh what a difference eight hours of work make! I thunked along like the overweight middle-aged lump that I am. My autocorrect does not think “thunked” is a word, but there I must differ.

At least it was a beautiful warm day. That caused a few problems, as I had to avoid pedestrians, bicyclists, and others. I tried to stay mindful of social distancing.

One other runner passed me, toward the end of my run. I could hear footsteps approaching me from behind, moving a lot faster than I was. This young kid passed me, loping along like a gazelle. He turned to give me a friendly grin and wave as he passed, which I was happy to return.

I did not run very far, and I never run very fast. But I was glad I ran. I’m only sorry that this is not much of a blog post. As I run, I narrate in my head. It usually sounds pretty good to me at the time, but when I get to the Tablet and start posting, I can’t quite make the translation.

No matter. I ran, I posted (or rather, I will have posted, for the more didactic among you) (you know who you are). Sometimes we must be content with the process.

I Need a Little Nosferatu

Hello, and welcome to another Monstrous Monday Post. I am feeling marginally less tired than I felt last Monday. However, I am still tired and a little down, and I want a few creepy crawlies to cheer myself up. If only I knew how to easily maneuver my Media Library to find my pictures of Nosteratu! I hate to find them anew on the internet and have them in the Media Library twice.

It’s no use. I can only scroll, and it moves more and more slowly. I got as far back as July 2020 and no Nosferatu. Damn!

He’s scary!

I went to Facebook and found a new (to my blog) picture of my favorite.

OK, one more.

Look how comfortable he looks! I should go upstairs and lie down. But first I must finish my blog post. I think one more monster picture ought to do it.

Not so scary.

This is an alligator (or maybe a crocodile) (depending on if I will see him later or in a while) made with a chain saw. My sister Vicki got him for me from Knoeble’s, an amusement park near where she lives in Pennsylvania. Quite a different kind of monster from Nosferatu but I find him equally cheering.

Also cheering is noticing I am over 200 words. Regular readers know I call that respectable. Happy Monday, everyone.

I’m Still a Daily Blogger!

It is that moment on a Sunday when I realize I have not made a blog post and fear I have not the mental capacity to do so. I am inclined to swoon onto a handy chaise lounge (which, of course, I do not have), dramatically posed with the back of one wrist to my forehead, and moan, “I can’t go on!” Pronounced “cahn’t” of course.

I have actually been having a pretty nice day. I had a good run. We went out to breakfast. I did a load of laundry. We watched a couple of movies. I fixed a tasty dinner. I talked to my sister Cheryl on the phone. We sat on the front porch and sipped wine.

The last mentioned activity was, I think, the most delightful. I have been longing for porch sitting weather since it first became too cold to do so. We discussed movies, among other things, as we sat. How nice it is to have a husband with whom one can converse.

I guess this isn’t much of a blog post. On the other hand, as long as I hit Publish, it will do, and I will not have to be frantically typing at five tomorrow morning. Oh the trials and tribulations of the daily blogger! But regular readers know, that is what I like to be.

Everything But the Blog Post!

I had a real Scattered Saturday yesterday. I went for an early run, starting in the dark and ending in the light. I love to do that. After writing my weekly postcards and puttering around for a bit, I did a little grocery shopping at the Little Falls Food Co-op.

Just a couple of the many items available.

I did not need popcorn but took the picture to remind myself where I can get more. When I got back home I actually spent a little time cleaning the house. Not all that long; I’m not a maniac, after all. By then it had warmed up considerably, so Steven and I took a walk.

Note the red ribbon.

I asked Steve to pose in front of Frankentree for perspective. I put that red ribbon and yellow tulips there back in March, when people were decorating their houses to cheer up passersby during the quarantine. The ribbon was just over my eye level at the time. Our tree is a monster!

Next Steven and I went to Gems Along the Mohawk, so I could buy a few postcards. Then we were feeling a bit peckish, so we drove to Cacciatore’s on Barringer Road in Ilion (where the Moose Lodge used to be). We had a delicious pizza and made some new friends.

Steven suggested I take a picture. They graciously agreed.

We took a different way home and got a little lost. It made for a nice drive over country roads, though, and we ended up in Frankfort. Since we drove right by Heelpath Brewing, we thought we’d just stop in for a glass of Rustic Ridge Winery wine.

One day I want to come with friends and sit at this table.

When we got home, we hung out and watched a DVR’d episode of Svengoolie. And I completely forgot to make a blog post. How silly of me. But if I make another one later today, I will be all caught up. Will I do that? A little suspense adds interest to my day.