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I Suppose This Is a Blog Post

Oh dear.  I thought that when I made my Monstrous Monday Post on Monday, I was beginning a week of on-time posts. It did not take long for that to fall apart as I failed to post on Tuesday.  Now I am sipping coffee on Wednesday morning (THANK GOD for coffee!), and thinking I should attempt some semblance of a blog post.

I did not have any Mohawk Valley Adventures yesterday.  I did go for a half-hour walk in the morning, as I do most mornings.  My reasons are several:  I hope to improve my physical health, keep my weight down, and alleviate my depression.  I know I could have put “physical and mental health,” but I wanted to make it sound like two different reasons.

I suppose I could have (and still could) make a Pedestrian Post, but those are so much better with pictures, and it is usually still dark when I take my walks.  I further suppose I could search my Media Library for pictures previously taken of places I walked by.  After all, I can only walk by so much in a half-hour walk, even if I start in a different direction each time.  I only have so many directions to pick from.

I am realizing I suppose a lot in these posts that are not really posts.  I suppose I could write this, I suppose I could write that…  I comfort myself once again with the reflection that writing about not writing is still writing.  I am going to bill this as a Tired Tuesday Post and drive on.  First I will throw in a picture, just for fun.

Not what I saw on yesterday’s walk, but who doesn’t love a rainbow?

 

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Don’t Say I Never Gave You a Lame Post Friday Post

The earlier in the morning I make my late posts, the less late they seem.  That is logical, of course.  However, there is also the school of thought that a miss is as good as a mile; that is, late is late.  As long as you’re late, you might as well be REALLY late.  Then again, sometimes you are so late, you might just as well not bother.

I find it does not pay to generalize.

Anyways, here we are, early Saturday morning, I couldn’t sleep any more, I hope my husband, Steve, is bringing me coffee (he is!), and I don’t really have a whole lot to say, even for a Lame Post Friday post.

It is raining heavily and has been since yesterday afternoon.  I guess we can’t say Hurricane Nicole never gave us nuthin’.

By the way, that is one of my favorite things to say, “Don’t say I never gave you nuthin’!”

Some examples:

Someone:  You gave me your cold!

Me: Don’t say I never gave you nuthin’!

Person:  You’re always giving me crap!

Me: Don’t say I never gave you nuthin’!

Song on the Radio:  You’ve given me (given me) nothing but shattered dreams (shattered dreams)!

Me: Don’t say I never gave you nuthin’!

Blog Reader:  You keep giving us with these late, lame posts!

Me: Don’t say I never gave you nuthin’!

 

Lame Post IN the Morning ON Saturday

I tell you, it is a whole different perspective. I am sitting in the chair instead of on the couch, pecking at the Tablet with a stylus pen I was lucky enough to find (I have mislaid both actual styluses and all the other stylus pens), sipping tea, and hoping nobody minds that I did not post on Thursday. I was actually hoping nobody would notice but felt compelled to mention it, being me. Even I could not hope my readers would not notice.something I actually mentioned.

Tea does not have as much caffeine as coffee, by the way. A friend read me the amounts from a drug studies book many years ago. An acquaintance (she passed for a friend at the time) once said, “Oh, no. You can do only one or two dunks of the tea bag, that’s all!” How scientific: one or two dunks. An example of people thinking they know things for no particular reason.

I seem to be getting bogged down, but since this is my Late Lame Post Friday Post, I will continue to sludge through.

The first paragraph raised two questions in my mind. The first: why does one sit in a chair but on a couch? One can sit on a chair, but that usually refers to one of the wooden variety. I occupy a nice cushy living room chair (see what I did there?). “In” seems appropriate. However, couches are nice and cushy, too. Why do I not sit in a couch? Right now I do not because my husband, Steve, is there, sound asleep, by the way.

One might argue that Steven should be IN bed. Ooh, this one makes sense: you sit ON a bed, usually on top of the covers and try not to mess them up. You sleep IN a bed, nicely snuggled under the covers.

That was a delightful discussion, for me anyways. I will just mention my second question: what is the proper plural of styluses? My autocorrect wanted to change it to “stylized.” As usual in these disagreements, I prevailed.

I have finished my tea. Perhaps I should get on with my Saturday.

Steve Is Up, And I Have Coffee

I started to make a post last night but thought, “I can’t make another Throwback Thursday Post! I had a headache anyways (had one all day) so went to bed early. Now it is prior to five on Friday morning, coffee isn’t done yet, cable is on the fritz, my husband is still in bed, headache in abeyance (pray God that continues!), and any blog post at all seems like a pretty good thing to do.

By the way, you may have noticed that I said “five in the morning,” NOT “5 a.m. in the morning.” Remember that: you only have to say “a.m.” OR “in the morning.” You do not have to say both, and indeed it is incorrect to do so. The weather people keep saying things like, “tomorrow morning at 5 a.m.” and I shout at the television, “You said ‘in the morning,’ you don’t have to say ‘a.m.’ ! ”

I do not shout very loudly; I’m not a maniac, after all. Still, it amazes me that a society that insists on saying “merch” and “the fam” because they can’t be bothered with saying “mercandise” and “the family ” (I believe I wrote a blog post on the subject) does not mind putting in the extra syllables to say “a.m. in the morning.”

Well, that rant got me to 200 words. I guess I’ll throw in a picture to pep things up and have some coffee.

Can’t wait to see this!

And it’s April 1. We have that going for us.

Lame Is As Lame Does

Have I used that title before? No matter. I typed it in and it stays. This is my sadly usual late Lame Post Friday post. I make no apologies but merely mention it in the interests of accuracy.

I have not had coffee yet but I think my lovely husband Steven is getting me some now. And, yes, I call him lovely largely because of the coffee. Ahh yes, here it is: the magic elixir that makes morning possible.

As I type this (one letter at a time with the stylus; I really must get a new laptop) (I certainly am a stickler for accuracy this morning), I contemplate the day ahead. I really want to do something other than sit around and watch movies. Of course that is a pleasant way to spend a Saturday or any available day, but today I want something more.

Here is a funny thing I add for entertainment purposes: when I typed in “that is a” my predictive text suggested ” horrifying thought.” I find that highly amusing. One woman’s pleasant is another’s horrifying thought. I can think of a few horrifying thoughts but will strive to stay positive.

My positive thought for this morning is that I will find something blogworthy to do today. Yes, I have a history of writing posts on arguably non-blogworthy subjects. However, I am no hand at argument. On the brighter side: I am over 200 words. Bring on Saturday!

If You Can’t Say Anything Lame…

It is another Late Lame Post Friday Post. I went ahead and capitalized Late, because being late on my Friday post has gotten to be a kind of a thing with me. Do I have anything of substance to say? I don’t need to! It’s Lame Post Friday! At least it was, less than six hours ago (I get up early).

I pause to sip my coffee and to say once again, Thank God for coffee!

Yum!

Last night I cooked a yummy supper involving onions. Full disclosure: this picture is from 2018. I did not take a picture last night, and I haven’t upgraded the blog to include new pictures anyways. Also, I chopped the onions smaller. But I think a picture peps up the post.

In case you’re interested, when the onions were cooked, I added leftover potatoes and a can of mushrooms. When the potatoes were hot, I whisked a couple of eggs and poured them in. I sprinkled on a little Mrs. Dash, pepper and salt before serving.

I guess this could now count as a cooking post. I don’t mean to put myself up there with real cooking blogs; I mean the people who really know what they are doing, what you would call a chef as opposed to just a cook. Am I perhaps being a trifle arrogant to think my frying pan leftovers are of interest to the blog reading public?

Hey, that sound like a philosophical question! Regular readers (if I still have any) know I love to indulge in half-baked philosophy on Lame Post Friday. I think this has turned into a half-way decent blog post. Or do I flatter myself?

Late, Lame, Where’s My Coffee?

When I mustered the oomph to make some semblance of a post early yeasterday, I had every intention of mustering oomph enough for a Lame Post Friday post later. It should come as no surprise that I did not. So here I sit on my couch, prior to 6 a.m., pecking into the Tablet with not much to say. Come on, coffee! Kick in and give me some semblance of a brain!

Where’s Tiffany?

I snapped this gem at Harborfest in Frankfort, NY last Saturday. I thought Chuckie might pep up my post a little.

Good doggy!

And here is more Harborfest fun. The larger skeleton was a wolf, who howled when you clapped. Sweet!

These pictures are apropos, because my husband Steven and I want to decorate our porch for Halloween soon. But when? I work all week, and on the weekend, Mohawk Valley Adventures beckon! Well I will see what I can do. But first, more coffee.

My Brain is a Lame Metaphor

I am not even going to apologize for making my Lame Post Friday post on Saturday morning. I have been missing a day here and there, and I feel bad about that. Apparently not bad enough to go ahead and post every day, but these things happen.

This morning I feel drained. We had a full day yesterday. We plan more shenanigans today. I am just now taking my first sips of coffee. I feel a glimmering of life returning to my body if not my mind.

The fact is, I have once again been having the damnedest time writing. I just squeezed that second paragraph out, wringing it from my brain drip by painful drip (side note: autocorrect made (“brain drip” be “raindrop.” I hate officious editors!). It also took some effort to make that a metaphor instead of a simile. I prefer metaphor.

Speaking of metaphor, here is a longtime saying of mine. When somebody says, “You catch more flies with honey than vinegar,” I say, “You catch the most flies of all with a pile of shit.” After they stop laughing, I say, “And who wants to catch flies?” Also, “Give me a metaphor, I’ll beat it till it screams.”

Well, that’s 200 words. Autocorrect made “200” be “00.” Everybody’s a critic!

Good Breakfast, Fun Building, Short Post

One of Steve’s and my first stops last Saturday was at Il Caffe in Little Falls, NY, to fuel up for further adventures. We both got a breakfast sandwich and cup of their delicious coffee.

Yummy! The food was good, too.

We sat in the window, to see and be seen. The cafe is in the basement of an historic bank building. At least, I don’t know how historic it is, but it is old and cool.

I don’t know if this is still in use.
Up these stairs to the bank.

Il Caffe is located at 500 Main St., Little Falls, NY, phone number 315-823-9236. They are open 9 a.m. to 3 p.m. Tuesday through Friday, 9 a.m. to 2 p.m. Saturday, closed Sunday and Monday.

Monday Mug Memories

Lately I have been pouring myself a travel mug of coffee to sip on my 20 minute commute to work. I like to drive up through Ilion Gorge, admire the scenery, enjoy whichever CD I am listening to, and have a sip or two. Usually there is enough left over for me to bring in to my place of employment for a few more sips while I wait for my shift to start and, for example, start to write a blog post (see what I did there?).

Today I am using my favorite travel mug. I do not remember where I got it. It was probably acquired from a long-ago roommate. The logo of the business it came from is not quite peeled off, but I am pretty sure I did not get it directly from there. These are the mysteries I ponder on a Monday morning.

I do have one story about the mug that I can share. The mug came up missing at one point. This did not worry me unduly, because I have many travel mugs. I could always pick another favorite.

Then one Thanksgiving at my parents’ house in Rome, NY, I spotted it. My Uncle Tom, who had also been a guest at dinner, was filling it with coffee for his trip back to North Syracuse, as my parents had invited him to do.

“THERE’S my coffee mug!” I exclaimed.

Uncle Tom was immediately sorry he had selected that mug from the ones in my parents’ cupboard, but I hastened to reassure him. I was, in fact, delighted to have him use my mug to make his drive more enjoyable. It was also very fitting that he should take my mug, as I pointed out to him, because my husband, Steven, and I had acquired not one but two travel mugs from his daughter, our cousin Mary Beth, when in a similar situation.

Eventually I got my favorite travel mug back, so I was not forced to pick a new favorite. It would be OK if I did, and also if another relative or friend ended up taking it away with them. I feel travel mugs, like coffee, should be shared.

And that is my coffee in a travel mug story for the day. I am making the post late for a Monday blog post, but I am calling it a Monday Memories post anyways, just to be alliterative.