So I missed posting on Monday. I was not going to call attention to it but just make a Tuesday post (today is Tuesday to me, although I know my WordPress timestamp sometimes disagrees), but…
And then I realized there is not anything I can say that will not sound like whining or a really lame excuse. I can’t use a lame excuse when it is not Lame Post Friday! Have I been doing anything blogworthy lately? You be the judge.
I went for a run yesterday, hoping to do a Monday Running Commentary. It was not as long a run as my last one but not too bad. It was cold, but I did not want to waste the bare pavement, of which there was some. The highlight was petting a nice dog I have petted before. He is a big shaggy one. I wish I had a picture. I also went the wrong way up a One Way street, as regular readers know I like to do. I don’t suppose I can find the picture of the Do Not Enter sign.
Obviously not me running.
I could not find the sign but found this picture of Steve dancing to the Posers back in 2021, when he had gotten back from a stint in the nursing home. We had a joyous time. I will just mention that it would have been Steve’s 71st birthday today, which could explain my melancholy. And yet I am so happy and grateful to have had him in my life.
This morning I did not go running, but I did venture outside in hopes of seeing the blood moon, blood being right up my alley. I got to the end of the street, where I usually can see the moon early in the morning, before I realized the sky was completely overcast. Silly me! The sign at the church down the road said it was 3 degrees out. Yikes! However, as I walked back home, I saw the nice shaggy dog I had petted before.
“There’s that nice dog I petted before!” I said. His person nicely stopped so I could pet him again.
So that is my Tuesday post. Running, memories, no blood moon, petted a dog. Really I have not been having a bad couple of days.
Mohawk Valley Girl 