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I Still Feel Monstrous

Monday was a true Blogger’ Sick Day. I will spare you the sordid details, but I left work early and spent most of the rest of the afternoon and evening in bed. I do not feel a whole lot better today, but a cup of hot tea seems to be helping. I will feel better mentally if I manage to make some semblance of blog post.

I went for a shortened walk this morning. I thought the fresh air would do me good, but the humidity rendered the air heavy. It also started to rain. That was all right with me. I needed the extra time to send a couple of emails, make this blog post, and fix today’s lunch (I’m going to make things easy on myself there and bring one of those instant soup cups). The emails have been sent, and now I must think of something at least mildly entertaining to type (I am on the laptop, using all ten fingers, yes!).

Guess which one I feel like today.

Since I missed my Monstrous Monday post, I took a chance and checked my Media Library for a monster picture to share. Sunday when I was looking for pictures for a Sunday Cinema post, I seemed to be missing a number of photos I remember using before, so I was worried some monsters would be missing as well. I am delighted to find my favorite, Nosferatu.

Not exactly a monster, but pretty monstrous.


Well, now what have I done? I can’t get out of the caption mode and back into the blog!
I’m sure it must be Operator Error, the story of my life, but I cannot deal with it right now. Hell, I’m over 250 words on a late blogger’s sick day. I’m going to call it a post.

Just Another Slacker Sunday

I tried to make a blog post earlier but once again ran afoul of my Media Library.  I said to hell with it and was going to trust my luck in the morning but decided to give it one more try.  Imagine my delight when I found I could select Classic Editor.  Will it help me make a better post? We shall see.

It has been something of a Slacker Sunday.  I went for a two mile walk but not till later in the morning.  Still later I did a load of laundry.  Just now I finally made my lunch for tomorrow.  Other than that, I watched movies and read a novel.

The post I started to write was a Sunday Cinema post, since we had enjoyed one of my favorites, Severed Head Sunday.  That was when I got bogged down searching my Media Library for pictures I was quite certain I had shared before.  Only after I failed to find them did I think, why should I repeat myself this way?  Obviously I have talked about these movies before.  Do I have anything new to say about them?  Quite possibly I do, but we will not find that out tonight.

So I guess this is yet another post about Why I Can’t Make a Blog Post Today.  Talk about repeating myself!  What the hell, me?  On the brighter side, I am over 200 words and tomorrow’s lunch is made.  That makes this less of a Wrist to Forehead Sunday.  I’ll just get back to dreading Monday.  Once again, thank you for tuning in.

 

Scatterbrained, Not Scattered Saturday

I am very tired, but I will attempt to make some semblance of a blog post before I turn off the light and wish I could sleep. It will not be a Scattered Saturday post, unfortunately, because there was not much scatter to my Saturday.

I mentioned this morning (in my late Lame Post Friday post, in case you missed it) that I went for a two mile walk. After that I did battle with a migraine, even as I ran to the store on a fruitless errand. At least the migraine went away, although it may have been a sinus headache. Either way, I felt very grateful it left. Then I ran to the store again, this time meeting with some measure of success.

Oh dear, am I being too mysterious about my store trips? I went to two large chain stores, not the kind of local, distinctive businesses I like to plug. Also, it was a little silly how I got to dithering over potato chips. Long story, not very interesting.

The highlight of the day was my sister Cheryl’s birthday party. Never mind how old she is; these things are not important. Only I chuckle to myself when I remember how many years ago she was happy to point out to me that she was really almost two years older than me, not one as I always thought. Now I say we are the same age: middle.

I see I have babbled on for some 250 words. I say, Score! And I hope to see you all again on Wrist to Forehead Sunday.

Is It Magic? Or Just Lame?

Three late posts in a row. I wonder what my record is. It would be far too much trouble to check. I can’t be bothered about these things. I am lounged on the couch, pecking in one letter at a time with the stylus on my Tablet, just to give you a picture. I just took a 2-mile walk, and I am contemplating my upcoming day. So much I need to do, so much I want to do, but first, my Lame Post Friday post.

I have very little in the way of brain power this morning (cue jokes about how that is always the case) (but, really, aren’t those jokes a little too easy and obvious and just a trifle beneath you?) (you know who you are). But I have been doing pretty well at posting every day (or do I mean pretty good? How mortifying not to know!) and wish to continue.

That brings up something I have been wondering about myself. I think it was about a week before Memorial Day when I re-started daily blog posts. I am pretty sure it was the Tuesday after Memorial Day weekend that I started my daily walks. I remember this, because I had been thinking about walking before work for a while but not done it. The Saturday of that weekend was when I did whatever I did and had to stop running for a while. So I started walking.

OK, that whole paragraph is not what I’ve been wondering. I have been wondering: What do I think is going to happen? Something magic? Is this going to make my life better? Is it going to make me better? Is it even going to help?

I put it under the heading, Couldn’t Hurt, Might Help. Sometimes that is the best we can hope for.

Still, I would like it if something magic would happen. I suppose it needs more than a daily walk and a daily blog. Any suggestions?

How About a Thursday Theatre Post?

OK, so my Thursday post is late too. Judge me if you are so inclined. I had rehearsal last night and, oh, other things. As I said yesterday (and other times), explanations are tiresome. Speaking of yesterday, for anybody who read that post (Wednesday’s, again, judge me if you must) and was wondering: I looked for those flowers on this morning’s walk. The flowers are still there, only of course I could not appreciate the purple color in the dark.

Never mind all that, on with my Throwback Thursday Post, with a little bit of Non-Sequitur Thursday thrown in, because, I like non-sequiturs. Some may point out that many of my so-called non-sequiturs are not truly so, but I have no inclination of semantic arguments this morning.

A wide view.

This is from the 2017 production of The Tempest by William Shakespeare, presented by LiFT, Little Falls Theatre Company. The setting is Benton’s Landing, near the canal in Little Falls, NY. That will be the setting for Love’s Labour’s Lost, our current production, and it is where we were rehearsing last night.

A noble stance.

This gentleman was the King in The Tempest. I believe he plans more comic garb for his part in Love’s Labour’s Lost.

World’s most interesting Shakespeare guy?

The is one of my favorite pictures. The actor has longer hair now, but I think he is hoping to wear the same pants.

They were a fun pair, although they wanted to kill me. Long story.

Only the actor on the right is joining us for Love’s Labour’ Lost, and I believe she will be dressed quite differently.

I guess my Throwback Thursday turned into more of a Preview of Coming Attractions with very little of the Non-Sequitur about it. You’ll have that, especially in my blog. However I have reached 300 words, and I rather enjoyed this post. Let’s see if I can be on time for Lame Post Friday. As always, no promises, and thank you for tuning in.

Wayback Walk after Wuss-Out?

So yesterday was a true Wuss-out Wednesday as I neglected to post at all. In my defense, shut up, explanations are tiresome. I am sitting at the dining-room-tabletop prior to five Thursday morning, and my main feeling is gratitude for coffee. I went for a half-hour walk so am torn between making a Pedestrian Post and a Way-back Wednesday Post. Since I would like to retain the option of making a Throwback Thursday Post later, I shall attempt the former.

I do love flowers.

Full disclosure: I still have not upgraded my WordPress account so cannot add new pictures. Here is one from a walk I took in July 2017, making this a Way-Back Wednesday as well as a Pedestrian Post. This is the extent of my ability to multi-task (unless cleaning my oven while I sleep is still a thing) (older readers get that). Fuller disclosure: I did not see this on this morning’s walk, although I did walk by this building. For one reason, it was still dark. However, if I had troubled to look, I could probably report on whether the purple flowers are there once again. I did not. Judge me if you are so inclined.

Teehee!

Here is a funny from a walk in July 2018. It was actually a cool-down walk after a run, just to make me feel a little sad to remember I have not been running since May. I found it on the sidewalk and took it home, taking this picture, because it amused me so much. I told my husband Steve it was probably for him, and his girlfriend had left it there for me to deliver.

I see I have not yet said anything about today’s walk. Oh well, it wasn’t such a much anyways, and I am almost at 300 words (that sentence put it over). I feel oddly pleased with this post, but perhaps I flatter myself. No matter. It’s time to get myself a little more coffee.

PS. Now it is 5 a.m.

Not a Promising Blog Post

What the hell? I just typed in about two paragraphs worth of words, and they are nowhere to be seen!

That is what I ten-finger typed on my laptop (regular readers may recall that now it is exclusively a dining-room-tabletop) after attempting to make a Pre-Rehearsal Post. With the laptop there tends to be a delay, especially when I type fast, as I often do. So I just let my fingers fly then wait for the words to magically appear. Today they did not. In frustration, I typed in the preceding paragraph and gave it up till after rehearsal.

Now it is after rehearsal, and I am reclined in by bed, pecking in one letter at a time with the stylus on my Tablet, which is what I have sadly become used to doing. I am also sadly becoming used to making post after post about, well, nothing in particular. I must do something about that, but I can’t seem to think of any steps I can take right now.

The best thing I can think to do is bill it as a Tired Tuesday Post and hope that tomorrow I can come up with something better than Wuss-Out Wednesday. But as regular readers know, I never make promises about these things.

A 4th of July-ish Post

I am looking at the Snapped 4th of July Marathon on Oxygen and wishing I had some red, white and blue monsters to share, because, you know, Monstrous Monday. I have done nothing blogworthy today, although I suppose I could write about the two mile walk I took this morning. No endorphins were forthcoming.

I spent some time cleaning my house, with a few noticeable results, did a load of laundry, made a salad for the week’s lunches, fixed tomorrow’s lunch. I don’t know why I list all this, except that I find I have pathetically little to say.

A great memory.

I went to my Media Library, hoping to find a picture to pep up the post, and found this gem from July 2017. It is me and my late, greatly missed friend Phyllis, at Gerber’s 1933 Tavern in Utica, NY. I guess that makes this a Monday Memories post. Since the chairs are red and there is blue in my garment (not really sure what to call it) and Phyllis’ jeans, it is vaguely 4th of July-ish. I say it’s at least as Independence Day-y as a true crime show about women who kill.

Who, me? Have a breaking point?

I continue to watch Snapped as I write this, and even took a break to cook and eat some hot dogs. Hot dogs are 4th of July-ish.

Bonita’s boyfriend?

To end on a 4th of July monster, here is a picture I took on July 4, 2021, at Phyllis and Jim’s house. I think I have covered all the bases now: monsters, memories, 4th of July, and I am over 250 words. I say not bad for a Monday holiday post.

I Should Make a Better Blog Post

I can hardly have a Wrist to Forehead Sunday when I have Monday off, can I? I mean, isn’t that the main reason we feel inclined to swoon, dramatically posed with the back of one wrist to our forehead (I feel better if I explain it every time): the thought that we return to the work-a-day world tomorrow? I should feel relaxed and happy, shouldn’t I? Then again, when have I ever done what I should?

The only thing I got done today was the grocery shopping, which was actually kind of a big deal, since I blew it off last Sunday. I went around eight this morning to beat the crowd, but I didn’t finish putting away all the groceries till just now. In fact, since my bottle of shampoo is sitting at the bottom of the stairs waiting for me to take it up the next time I go, one could argue that I still haven’t put them all away. Hey, at least the ice cream made it to the freezer.

I spent most of the day reading a romance novel. In my defense, it was by Georgette Heyer, the queen of Recency romance. Perhaps that is not much of a defense, but I do what I can. Judge me if you are so inclined.

I went for a walk just before finishing putting the groceries away. You see, I started to make this post, realized I had very little to say and thought to do a Pedestrian Post. Additionally, I thought it might help me sleep better. I had tried to take a walk first thing this morning but cut it short, because my stomach was upset. Unfortunately it was a very uneventful walk.

Dull days make for dull blog posts. On the brighter side, if you could call it that, now that I have made a dull blog post, I have a reason to swoon, wrist to forehead fashion. If you have continued reading thus far, thank you for tuning in.

Any Blog Post Etc. Etc.

I started to make a blog post last night but realized I was too tired. I start to make one just now and realize I am too depressed. I know, I know, one must write no matter what one’s mood. Still, this being a blog about my life, I feel my moods are relevant. And who wants to read a whole post about how depressed I am?

Well-meaning advisors might say, “Fine, you’re depressed. Write about that.” However, I have often found that writing about what bothers me does not have the cathartic effect one expects. Additionally, if I put it out on the internet for all to see, anybody can chime in with things like, “Oh, quit complaining, lots of people have it worse.” It is quite true, of course, but I already knew that and it doesn’t help.

What does seem to help is writing something, anything, because I feel somewhat better than I felt in the first paragraph. What’s that all about, me?

My conundrum now is whether or not I should publish this. I mean, I intend to publish it, under the heading Any Blog Post Is Better Than None, but, really, should I? It helped me to write it, but that does not mean it will entertain anybody to read it. Oh well, at the very least it might encourage others: “Look at that crap she published! At least my blog is better than that!” Thus I comfort myself and look to make a better blog post later.