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Not Doing the Things on Wrist to Forehead Sunday

It has not been a good blogging weekend, and I am capping it off with a Wrist to Forehead Sunday post.  I really need to get the picture my sister Diane took of me on her Fainting Couch.  I think she sent it to me on Facebook Messenger or as a text, but, as regular readers know, I am not that tech savvy.  Also, I have not been feeling well lately.  I know, boohoo, poor pitiful me, play the miniature violins and shake your heads (you know who you are) (you can also shake your fingers or your booty, I don’t mind).

I do love Columbo on a Sunday.

It has not been an unhappy Sunday for me.  I did a little cleaning, grocery shopped, and have been watching Columbo and knitting.  I will probably go to bed early, because extra sleep is often helpful when one is suffering from a cold.  At least, I think it is a cold.  It could be allergies or something else.  I don’t know from illnesses.

Can you really outrun Monday?

I thought I should throw in another picture, to interrupt the whining.  I am really not that much in fear of Monday these days.  Still, things I have left undone hover above me, making greater or lesser threats.  Why don’t I just do them, you may ask.  People often ask that kind of question, as if it is so easy to do everything and they don’t have chores they have been putting off! Well, I hope to do some of my things tomorrow.  I hope to make a plan to get all my things done eventually.

For today, however, it is Wrist to Forehead Sunday.  I can only feel pleased that I have made some semblance of a blog post.  Now I will swoon, dramatically posed with the back of one wrist to my forehead.  If only I was close to Diane’s Fainting Couch!

 

Trying for a Wrist to Forehead Sunday Post

It has been a few days since I made a blog post.  I almost made one on Thursday after trick or treating.  I got this far:

I hope everybody had, or is still having a happy Halloween.  I greeted trick or treaters, ran out of candy, and handed out spider rings to the last few.  Now I am tired and do not know if I will be able to finish this post before my Tablet runs out of charge.  Or I run out of oomph.

Then my Tablet got a little hinky about adding a picture, so I got a little discouraged.

Random Halloween related picture.

The Tablet is still jumping around like a — oh crap, I am no good at analogy!  Never mind.  All I want to do is make a simple Wrist to Forehead Sunday post, when I shall swoon, dramatically posed with the back of one wrist to my forehead.  My sister Diane actually has a chaise lounge; she calls it a fainting couch.  Nice!

My computer problems may be under control soon.  Diane is sending me the charging cord for my Chromebook.  I don’t know that I can really blame my computer problems for my blogging shortcomings.  After all, here I am pecking in one letter at a time with the stylus, and I can get on my phone to add the title.  And there is the library for computer use, at least Monday through Saturday.

I was there Saturday but did not get on a computer.

Well this has been another foolish post, but I think we have established that a foolish post is better than no post at all, have we not?  Once again, I will try for a  better blog post tomorrow.

 

But Not a Metaphorical Blog Post

Hello and welcome to another Wrist to Forehead Sunday post.  As regular readers know, this is the day I get all dramatic and swoon, the back of one wrist to my forehead.  I shall substitute the living room couch for a chaise lounge.  I really would like a chaise lounge to swoon upon.  Then again, it is a metaphorical swoon most Sundays, so I suppose I could make do with a metaphorical chaise lounge.

One of my all-time favorite scenes.

This is me actually posed with my wrist to my forehead, in a scene from Dirty Work at the Crossroads, directed by my late, much missed husband Steve at Ilion Little Theatre in 2013.  Wow, over ten years ago.  The lady in the scene with me, an ILT stalwart, Julianne Allen, sadly passed away too, some years ago.  Oh dear, all I wanted to do was laugh at myself for dramatically dreading Monday, and I am bringing up sad things.  I do try to keep a positive outlook and treasure good memories.  So there’s that.

This is one way to ensure a really bad Monday.

Full disclosure:  I am not really dreading Monday.  But I am discouraged with myself, because once again I did not get a whole lot done on the weekend.  And I got not much done during the past week.  What the hell, me?  However, yelling at myself does not seem to improve matters.  Where’s that positive outlook I was touting in the last paragraph?

You said it, Captain!

So I try to end on a positive note.  I plan to make more substantial blog posts in the week ahead. I did have a few Mohawk Valley adventures this weekend, complete with pictures (preview of coming attractions).  As always, I hope you’ll stay tuned.

 

Who Me? Dread Monday?

Hello and welcome to another Wrist to Forehead Sunday, the day I swoon, dramatically posed with the back of one wrist to my forehead, although I do not possess a chaise lounge to swoon upon, alas.

I have not indulged to that extent.

Monday is OK, or at least it will be until it actually is Monday and I have to get out of bed.  That is always a bad moment.  However, one must carry on, and I don’t mean cry and carry on, although one does that on occasion.

Just one more blog post.

Of course I have been watching Columbo.  The sad part is that I saw a picture in my Media Library from one of the episodes I watched today, but, alas, I cannot find it ow.

One of my favorites!

I did, however, find a logo from Dateline, which I just now found on Roku.  I am not paying much attention to the episode that is currently running, except to see that that terrible wife totally did it.  Dateline is rarely much of a mystery.

 

Picture from last summer.

I was disappointed this morning to see that Brookwood Market’s opening day had been rescheduled to June 23, due to weather.  I had totally planned to take a walk over and check it out.  I want to purchase a shawl from Herkimer Handknits.  I am sure there are other vendors who will have things I will like to buy.  I will probably write a blog post about it (preview of coming attractions).

I see I am over 250 words.  Respectable for a Wrist to Forehead Sunday, at least by my rules for me.  Perhaps another picture just to round things out.

Not my outfit for today, but close enough.

Yes, I have been relaxing, in between bouts of dreading Monday.  Full disclosure:  I am not dreading Monday all that much.  Still, another three day weekend would be nice.

 

Where’s That Chaise Lounge When You Need It?

I am having a dreadful case of I Just Can’t Do It.  And by “It”  I mean anything.  Of course this is not true.  I have done a few things today.  I do at least a few things every day. But the list of things I have yet to do grows ever longer.  I believe I have just started making a Wrist to Forehead Sunday Post.  For those just tuning in, Wrist to Forehead signifies that situation when all you want to do is swoon, dramatically posed with the back of one write to your forehead, on a handy chaise lounge.  I really need to get myself a chaise lounge.

This looks like an unrelated photograph, but I will explain.

I was looking in my Media Library for a picture  of myself having a wrist to forehead moment, but then I saw this one from Witness for the Prosecution, one of my favorite movies.  I watched it earlier and thought maybe I could find this picture and make a Sunday Cinema Post.  Then I thought, “Probably not. I can never find anything in my Media Library.”

What I feel like now.

I took a quick look for a picture from the other movie I watched, And Then There Were None, but no luck.  Both movies, in case you didn’t know, are based on works by Agatha Christie, the acknowledged queen of mystery writing. Oh, I suppose YOU never acknowledged her (you know who you are).  Anyways, I thought the picture of fake poop was apropos.  See, I don’t even feel like real crap, just the plastic stuff.  Oh, stop playing those miniature violins (again, you know who you are)!  It was a joke!

Hey, look what I found!

While looking for a cheerful picture to end on, I found And Then There Were None!  How lucky was that?

OK, one more from the movie.

I think this might have been a publicity shot, because I do not remember seeing these two characters so posed in the movie.  The woman is the marvelous Judith Anderson.  I do not remember who the man is, but my late husband Steven played that role onstage when Ilion Little Theatre did the play version some years ago.  He was wonderful, and I am not the least bit biased.

And now I see I am over 350 words.  I am feeling a little less inclined to swoon.  I will feel even better when I get back to making real blog posts about Mohawk Valley Adventures.  I do hope you will stay tuned.

 

Melancholy about Monday

It is time for a Wrist to Forehead Sunday Post, as I sit, poised to swoon, posed dramatically posed with the back of one wrist against my forehead.  Why do I STILL not have a chaise lounge to swoon upon?

And it doesn’t look like it is going to be a good one!

I just had a fun time with my friend Kim at Yetty’s Pizzeria in Herkimer, NY.  We ate fattening food.  We drank wine.  We chatted with our friend Piel, the bartender.

He’s so sweet!

However, now it is getting later in the evening and Monday looms larger.  I guess I am not in too much dread of it.  I live through Monday every week;  it hasn’t killed me yet.  Additionally,  I have not had all that much wine.  If you drink too much because you dread Monday, you give yourself a very good reason to fear Monday.

I guess I always feel a little melancholy about this time of the weekend, because I am thinking about all the things I thought I was going to get done which I did not.  I tend to have an exaggerated notion of what I can get done in any given amount of time.

Therefore, I will not beat myself up.  At least I got my blog post done.  The other things will get done or they won’t.  A little uncertainty adds interest to my week.

 

Souls, Swoon, Snapped, It’s Sunday

There I was, so proud of myself for making my Friday post on Friday, then I did not post at all on Saturday and here I am on Sunday, no blog post and very little brain to come up with one.  How dreadfully irresponsible of me.  I guess it is a Wrist to Forehead Sunday,  because I do feel rather inclined to swoon, dramatically posed with the back of one wrist to my forehead, onto a handy chaise lounge.  Why do I not have a chaise lounge?

An evocative poster, no?

My husband, Steve, and I did watch a couple of movies, one of my favorite things to do on a Sunday.  I wanted to see Carnival of Souls.  It is so unsettling with very few special effects, a testimony to what can be accomplished on a small budget.

A haunting image.

I throw in another image for good measure.  When this moment happened in the movie, I drew Steve’s attention to it.  I knew I had seen a still of it.  I got these images, by the way, from a Carnival of Souls Facebbok fan page.

We are now looking at an episode of Snapped.  Sunday’s are for Snapped, according to the Oxygen Facebook page, but I don’t mind catching an episode or two any day of the week.

Luckily I have not reached mine yet.

I see I am over 200 words.  Score!  I guess I don’t have to swoon after all.

 

Columbo, Can You Help Me Now?

Another Sunday and once again I feel inclined to swoon, dramatically posed with the back of one wrist to my forehead, on a handy chaise lounge. Regular readers may recall that I have no such lounge. One must make do with what one has.

I have been enjoying my day, alternately sitting on the front porch and watching movies while knitting. My only disappointment has been that it was not a rainy day as predicted. I do love a rainy Sunday with movies. Then again, because it did not rain, we were able to sit out on the porch.

My Sunday date.

I am once again watching an episode of Columbo on DVD. Columbo seems like a Sunday thing to me. Older readers may point out that Columbo was originally part of a Sunday night series of mystery movies. MacMillan and Wife was part of the series but did not have the same staying power. I first got into Columbo when he returned to the air in the late ’80’s.

So much for my stroll down TV Memory Lane.

I only have the first season on Columbo on DVD (see previous remark about making do with what one has) but would like to eventually have the whole series. Then I could watch an episode every Sunday. Of course I would not want to blog about it every week.

For this week, however, I see I am over 200 words. Score! As always, I shall try for a better blog post tomorrow.

And I Made a Blog Post

Oh, it is Wrist to Forehead Sunday! Do I have to define that every time? I would think regular readers would get tired of hearing how I feel inclined to swoon onto a handy chaise lounge, dramatically posed with the back of one wrist to my forehead (predictive text certainly expected me to type it). I still have not acquired that elusive chaise lounge. My house is such a mess these days I would be hard pressed to find a place to put it. Some days I struggle to find a bare area to swoon.

I must confess I spent most of the day reading a Victoria Holt novel. Holt is a mistress of the kind of exciting, mysterious romances where the heroine is in love with an arrogant, exasperating, devastatingly attractive dude that may or may not be a murderer, usually of his wife. You can judge me for reading this sort of potato chip fiction, but hers are very well written. On the vaguely productive side, I went running in the morning and currently have a load of laundry in the drier.

It has long been my contention that it is useless to try to get anything done on a Sunday. It has also long been my practice to try to get something done anyways, or at least beat myself up for failing to do so. If beating oneself up burned calories, I would handily meet my weight loss goals.

I do not know where I thought I was going with this blog post. I guess I just hoped to rattle on for 200 words. Score! I guess that makes three things I got done today.

All the More Reason to Swoon

I have said that a Monday through Friday day shift schedule suits me. However, I confess to sometimes having a problem with Sundays, hence my feature Wrist to Forehead Sunday. For anyone just tuning in, this refers to the dramatic pose with which one swoons onto a chaise lounge or other handy faint-on-able surface. Before anybody starts playing the miniature violins or rolling their eyes, I KNOW this is what they call a First World Problem, and, yes, I laugh at myself for having it. For heaven’s sake, when I talk about swooning on chaise lounges, doesn’t that sound like I am making fun of myself? Sheesh!

I just searched my Media Library looking for an illustration of me with my wrist on my forehead. I thought I had one. This gives me even more reason to swoon! Or I could just get over myself.

It has not been too bad of a weekend. The weather disappointed, but you’ll have that. I disappointed myself by not getting much done. That you will also have. I feel sure that the best thing to do in these situations is to try to do better going forward.

That was frustrating. I tried again to find the picture I wanted, failed, settled on another picture, and could not get it into the post! My only comfort is that I am over 200 words. Will I make a better blog post tomorrow? I hope you will tune in and fond out.