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A Short Walk, A Short Post

Oh it is a bad blogging week.  I keep missing days.  There is no point in blaming it on anything, because I have blogged under adverse conditions before.  Today I took a walk, despite being a little concerned about the wildfire smoke, which WKTV Weather tells me will dissipate slowly.  I did not run or walk yesterday, after feeling quite headachey on Wednesday.  Whine, whine whine!  Sorry about that.  But I am sensitive to these atmospheric conditions.  Really, I am quite the delicate flower.  What are you laughing at? (You know who you are.)

Like this tree, I have fallen down on the job.

When I took a walk earlier in the week, I was rather taken by a fallen tree but did not photograph it.  I decided to walk by it again today. I have a kind of a fascination with dead trees.

Another angle.

My plan was not to go for a very long walk.  Maybe one mile; about 20 some minutes.  I do like to walk, and I feel it helps with my depression.

I must up my lawn decoration game.

I had to take a picture of the cute little horse, being careful not to include anything identifying about the house it was in front of.  I try to respect other people’s privacy, although I’m not sure how much of that any of us really has.  I can’t worry about these things when I have a headache.

I did get some blooms!

Returning home, I went into the backyard to get a picture of my Black-Eyed Susans, which managed to bloom after I had mowed them down earlier this summer.

Pretty!

I zoomed in on a few.  I guess this is not such a much as a post, but it wasn’t such a much as a walk either.  However, I enjoyed the walk, and I believe it is possible some readers will enjoy my blog post.  Once again, I thank you for tuning in.

 

Not Too Far, Not Too Fast, BUT…

This morning I ran for the first time in two weeks.  Yay, me!  I had first spent far too much time in bed (symptom of depression) and thought I would take a walk.  I felt too tired to do even that but was willing to give it a try.  Then I decided to try running instead.  It worked!

I had told myself I only had to run for 20 minutes.  That is my usual time when I go to re-start running once again.  I thought perhaps I would manage to go a little further, but starting with a shorter goal helps get me moving.  For the first few blocks, I though I could probably manage 20.  There is a 5K in October I want to do, so I spent a good part of the run figuring how far I should run in order to be ready for that.

This is the one!

Phew!  I have an illustration!  I had been unsuccessfully looking for a picture of one of the streets I ran on.  Perhaps I will go for a walk later with my phone and store up photos for future Running Commentary posts.

My first mile was slow, and I did not complete a second mile.  However, by the end of my run I had reached the I Love Running! stage.  I don’t always hit that stage, although I usually get as far as I Can Rock This.  I wonder if there are scientific terms for these stages.  I managed to keep it up for 26 minutes, which puts me well on track (so to speak) to be in 5K shape by October.

The East Herkimer Fire Department 5K will be run Saturday, Oct. 11, starting at the Department, 193 Main Rd., East Herkimer, NY.  For more information, you can visit their Facebook page.

 

I Walked; I Didn’t High Tail It

Oh dear, once again I did not post on Sunday.  Will I post twice today (Monday) to make up for it?  That would be nice, but no promises.  In the meantime, I took a walk this morning, carrying my phone in hopes of making a Pedestrian P0st with Pictures (Freudian typo:  Poost.  My post is poo?  Also I left the i out of pictures.  I have no “eye” for photography?) (or perhaps I am overthinking it, kind of a hobby of mine).

This is kind of what I look like while I’m walking.

I did not see this on my walk; I took it yesterday at my sister Cheryl’s house.  She was having her annual Lantern Festival, but we also had a cook-out and swam in her pool.  We had a lovely time; Cheryl is really the hostess with the mostest.

Oh deer.

Today’s walk was not such a much.  I saw very little picture-worthy.  I was amazed at some of the overgrowth on some of the porches, houses, and garages, but I didn’t think it was nice to take pictures of those (although it did inspire me for a horror novel I might write).  It was toward the end of my walk I saw the deer.  I wonder if I can ever get a good shot of deer running away.  I like the way their tails flash white, reminding us where we get the expression, “high tail it out of there.”

Maybe I should have zoomed in.

Right after seeing the deer, I saw some pretty flowers along the roadside.  I do not know what they are.  I think there are apps you can get that tell you what flowers are, but I don’t know from apps.  I was headed towards the spring to refill my water bottle.  Must stay hydrated after all.

Pretty!

And here is another shot from Cheryl’s house.  I never quite got a container garden this year.  I bought some plants and put them in pots, but they remain on my messy porch waiting for me to water them.  This is why I like it when it rains.

I guess this is another placeholder post, but at least I was not whining about my depression or other ills.  Oops.  Never mind.  I’ll see what I can do to make the next post memorable.  As always, I thank you for tuning in.

 

Mid-Slack on Saturday

Yesterday I averred that a bad post was better than no post at all.  I hope that is still the case, because my aim is to make a fast post right now and then get on with my day.  Last night I went to see MacBeth at the Theatre at WoodsHill in Sauquoit.  I did not get home till after 11:30, which is way past my bed time.  More disappointingly, I did not take any pictures, because I could have made a good blog post about it.  I may yet do so, without illustrations.  I used to make blog posts without illustrations all the time.  Now I feel wrong if I do not include a picture.  They do pep up the post.

Fun in the sun!

I add a picture to prove my point.  This is my niece Jenna with my parents at a family gathering a couple of years ago.  I am going to a family gathering later today, which is one reason I am so flustered now.  Will I remember to bring everything?  Will I put on sufficient sunscreen?  The latter concern could have lasting repercussions.  I have had some painful sunburns in my day.

I should put my feet up, yes?

I looked for a picture of me at my leisure, to remind myself to chill out already.  Those sandals have broken, and my current pedicure is overgrown, but I may be able to take a similar picture later.  I hope a glass of wine will be included.  Sadly, my husband, part of whose sweatpantsed leg shows, will not.  Perhaps he will be there in spirit.  In any case, I hope to have a fun day.  At least I have made some semblance of a blog post.

 

Kafka Was Right!

Oh dear.  I am sitting at my Chromebook feeling entirely empty.  Lucky for me it is Lame Post Friday.  Is it Friday?  I get a little confused at my age.

Is there an answer even yet?

I looked for a picture in my Media Library to pep things up.  Here is a headline from Aug. 1, 2018, when I used to subscribe to the Utica OD (that stands for Observer-Dispatch, not overdose).  I took a picture, because I found it punny.  I like puns.

Sometimes I am piddle puttering.

This is a plaque my sister Cheryl gave me.  Some time later, a friend shared that saying to my Facebook page, saying it made her think of me.  I confess I have been lolly gagging when it comes to making this blog post.  And now that I am making it, I fear it is not such a much.

Bad writing is still writing, right, Mr. Kafka?

And here is a thought about that:  I have often said that any blog post is better than no blog post at all.  I guess that is another one of My Rules For Me, like my rule of Any Writing Counts.  I have been writing letters, post cards, and journal entries lately.  Will I segue over to more worthy endeavors?  Oh, who can say what is a worthy endeavor anyways?  People like to get letters and post cards.

Sez you!

Regular readers know that when I am out walking or running, I love to enter where it says Do Not Enter.  Thus, to the inner critic who says, “Don’t publish this silly post,” I say, “Hah!”

 

A Little Posers Is Always Nice

Tuesday I was a little bummed to hear that my favorite band, The Posers was playing in Mohawk, NY, because I had a Town Board meeting to cover in Frankfort.  However, I was able to stop by and hear a couple of songs after the meeting.

My pictures are not the best, but they will have to do.

The concert was sponsored by The Village of Mohawk Recreational Committee and took place at Tutty Field, which I had never heard of.  I was easily able to find it, though, thanks to directions on The Posers’ Facebook page.  They even put a sign on the Fishing Access Site post to help (I wish I had taken a picture of that!).

Turn around, Rick!

This was the first picture I took, and my good friend, Rick, the bass player abruptly turned his back!  Not on me, of course; I think he was fiddling with something technical.  I don’t know from band equipment.  I was happy to dance and sing along to the classic rock.

I might as well use all the pictures I took.

I did not stay long, although I could have gotten something to eat from one of the food trucks there.  I bet some of those people on the picnic tables would have been nice enough to let me sit with them.  However, I wanted to get home and start writing my story on the meeting I had been to.  Rick saw me as I was leaving and waved.  I waved back and blew a kiss.  I hope The Posers play soon at a time when I can be there for longer.

As a matter of fact, I heard they were going to be at the Herkimer Downtown Chowdown on Monday, Aug. 11.  Unfortunately I will have an Ilion Village Board meeting to attend.  Perhaps I can stop by again for a short time.  At least enough for a blog post!

 

I Bounced Over to the Block Party

Last Saturday after the second performance of Four Old Broads on the High Seas (you knew I wasn’t done mentioning that play, didn’t you?), I went home to Herkimer and caught part of the block party on Main Street.  Other events had been going on earlier in the day, but of course I missed them due to my drama fixation.  Still, I walked down, took a couple of pictures, and thought I would just mention it in a post.

I bet he’d like to meet Bonita!

The first thing that caught my eye was the skeleton hanging out behind the band.  Every band should have such a cool groupie!  Or was he a roadie?

I didn’t catch their name, unfortunately.

Here is a shot of the band.  They were playing some pretty dance-able country music, but nobody was dancing at the time. I busted a move or two as I moved in for the photo.

The next step after Bounce House.

I checked out a few of the vendors, then noticed the Bounce Obstacle Course.  It looked fun.  I asked a couple people, and they said yes, some grown-ups had gone through it.  Brock was in front of the End Zone (he is the proprietor) and agreed to watch my bags.  I kicked off my sandals and went for it!

It was fun!

It was not beyond my meager athletic prowess!  But I did end up going down the final slide head first.  I had a good laugh at myself, and I hope other people saw me and had a laugh as well.  Since Brock was nice enough to watch my bags, I went into the End Zone for a glass of wine.  Sitting on a bar stool is really more my speed!

 

Late Post Performance Post

I suppose some of you thought (if you bother to think about this blog at all, which I do not flatter myself that many do) that yesterday would be the last I blog about Four Broads on the High Seas (you know, that play at Players of Utica I was in). Um, well, no.  It is Monday morning, not very early (for me), and I decided to blog (silly verb) a little about Post Play Letdown.

Who couldn’t feel a little let down after this?

I throw in one of my favorite rehearsal pictures to pep things up.  I am clearly not feeling very peppy but shall not let that stop me. Perhaps the coffee will kick in soon.

Of course it is natural to feel some letdown after big experiences.  It is even more so when the experience has been physically draining.  I had to work hard to keep my energy up for each performance.  The wonderful audience response helped a lot, as did my fellow cast members, who were all on their A game.

Who doesn’t love Liza?

The whole experience has been wonderful for me.  I had my doubts about the script at first, but once we were onstage playing off each other, it became clear that it would be very entertaining.  I was so blessed to work with some very talented people!  More importantly, I made new friends and spent time with a few old friends.  That is what it is all about.  I LOVE community theatre, and the emphasis really is on community.

Me, a new friend, and an old friend!

I don’t know how entertaining this blog post has been, but I did want to express my gratitude.  Another wonderful thing:  My parents and two sisters surprised me by attending the last performance!  They took an adorable selfie, but I can’t figure out how to get pictures from Facebook to WordPress on my Chromebook.

I am feeling less down after typing all this (as Truman Capote famously said, “That’s not writing, that’s typing”), and ready to move on to what is next.  I am hard at work on the next murder mystery, and I have it in mind to write my own silly play about female friends of a certain age.  Something that takes place in the Mohawk Valley, of course!

 

One More Time Being an Old Broad!

One more verse!

That is a line my character says in Four Old Broads on the High Seas, the play I am in at Players of Utica (perhaps you read some of my blog posts about it).  We have done two performances, which the audiences enjoyed very much.  Today we close with a matinee at two.  I have a bottle of bubbly in the refrigerator backstage so we can toast each other after the show. In fact, it is four bottles, because it is very difficult for me to do anything in a small way (well, my favorite champagne is dry, but some people like sweet, and I got sparkling cider for those who don’t want alcohol, and the fourth bottle just kind of happened) (I could write a whole blog post about how I came to get four bottles).

It looks like we already had some bubbly.

I don’t have any pictures of anyone in the cast having a drink, so I throw in this rehearsal shot of a few of us looking rather merry.  I have mentioned that I do not take good selfies, but this shot (regular readers may recall that I have shared several versions) always seems to come out sweet.  I will credit my fellow cast members with their lovely smiles (I feel I have rather a cheese-eating grin) (only I don’t say “cheese”).

Another selfie that came out well.

This picture never seems to come out with the actual cast member, but I like the version with the understudy a lot.

These three again?

This was right next to the previous shot in my Media Library, so I shared it again.  A little blurry, but you can see the love.

I could go on and on about the cast and crew of this show and how much I love them.  It has been a wonderful experience, even when I have been tired or hot or had a headache.  I feel sure we will give a killer performance today, and the audience will get some good laughs.

One last chance for local readers to see Four Old Broads on the High Seas at Players of Utica, 1108 State St., Utica, NY, today, July 27 at 2 p.m. (doors open at 1:30).  For more information call 315-724-7624.

 

The Old Broad Blogs Lame

It is still Friday, that is Lame Post Friday, and I am having a very hard time coming up with anything to say.  It was opening night of Four Old Broads on the High Seas, the play I am in at Players of Utica (perhaps you read some of previous blog posts about it). The performance went pretty well.  The audience laughed a lot.  Is there much more to say about it?

Three out of Four Broads surveyed said we rock!

This is a previously used photo.  I think technically I am supposed to delete all the pictures I take during performances, since photography and video recording is prohibited by law.

Here are all four Broads!

I show a photo from an earlier rehearsal, just for the sake of showing all four broads.  Joan Crawford was famously insulted at being referred to as an old broad.  That was after the success of Whatever Happened to Baby Jane.  I must admit, it is not my favorite thing to be described as, but one must take the parts one can get in the theatre.

A different kind of an old broad, perhaps.

This is a picture of me in my last stage appearance, at Ilion Little Theatre in Prescription: Murder.  I guess I was an old broad then too, but nobody referred to me as such.  However, my husband was anxious to trade me in for a younger model. I find that even more insulting than being referred to as an old broad, quite frankly.

I forgot where I was going with this post.  Nowhere in particular, I suppose, because it is Lame Post Friday. The important thing (to me, at any rate) is that I am over 250 words.  Score!  I have blogged another day.  Once again, I thank you for tuning in.