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When I made Saturday’s blog post on Sunday morning and said Happy Easter, it kind of left me without anywhere to go on Sunday evening.  I had a delightful holiday with some of my family.  As a friend put it, I have a wealth of family, and for that I am truly grateful.

That being the case, I feel I should not go on to make a Wrist to Forehead Sunday Post.  I mean, one does not go from having a lovely Easter Sunday to swooning, posed dramatically with the back of one wrist against one’s forehead, dreading Monday.  Does one?

Not exactly a swoon, but notice the placement of the wrist.

Here I am being dramatic in Dirty Work at the Crossroads, presented by Ilion Little Theatre,  directed by my late husband, Steve.  I always wanted him to direct again, but he never did.  This is a problem I am having.  At odd times, it hits me anew:  I will never see him again.

I’m sure anybody who has suffered a loss has these moments too.  I try not to feel that I am the only one to ever shed a tear.  Sometimes I think I am a bigger baby than most, but one does the best one can.

So I am grateful for my nice day with my nice family.  If I start to feel sad when I am home alone, well that is just the way it is.  I forgot where I was going with this.  Ah yes, just trying to make my Sunday blog post on Sunday.  We’ll call it a Wrist to Forehead Sunday Post and drive on.

 

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By the Way, Happy Easter

Late posts on the weekend.  It’s a thing.  Anyways, here I sit early Sunday morning, lounged on the couch, pecking in one letter at a time with the stylus on my Tablet.  I have pecked in that sentence many times, according to the predictive text thingy, but it is the case so I make bold to repeat it.

My favorites are the two-tone ones.

I thought instead of an actual post, I would share the rest of the pictures I took with my phone the other day.  I saved all the pictures on my phone to my blog before returning the phone and cancelling my cell service (long story, and I don’t look so good in it).

But the deep purple is pretty, too.

 

This one looks a little wilted.

There weren’t any yellow ones, of which I usually get one or two.  Also, the ones in the front yard haven’t gotten beyond a few pretty green shoots.  Further updates as events warrant.

I didn’t plant these.

I also saw some white flowers over by the fence. I don’t know how they got there, but I was happy to see them.  There is only a parking lot on the other side of the fence, so it is unlikely the neighbors planted them.

I admit, not the best picture.

I guess these flower pictures are appropriate, being as it is Easter Sunday.

And then there’s this.

I end with a preview of coming attractions.  I am hard at work on the next murder mystery.  I hope to make a post about rehearsals next week.  I hope you’ll stay tuned.

 

Another Day, Another Walk, Another Post

At the risk of being redundant (oh, who am I kidding? I say the same things over and over again all the time!), I make another Pedestrian Post.  Today’s walk was longer with no libations involved.  I first went to the post office again, this time with business correspondence in hand (what business, you ask? Nun-O-Yo Bidness!) (I’ve never actually said that to anyone, but I have always wanted to).  It was not as warm as yesterday but still perfectly comfortable for walking.

I should do something like this with Frankentree!

On the way to the post office, I paused to snap a picture of an Easter Egg Tree I have been admiring.  Maybe next year I will find enough oomph to decorate for the holidays.

After mailing my letter, I walked a long way home, going past Basloe Library.  When I left the house, I had had some notion of stopping there to work on my murder mystery (preview of coming attractions) but decided I would rather take a longer walk and work on it at home (full disclosure: I still have to do that).  Going through the parking lot, I decided to get a picture of the Do Not Enter sign I mentioned in my last Running Commentary Post (perhaps you read it) (I mean the post, not the sign, although you are welcome to read both).

Once again, I entered.

I walked past my street by two blocks, then up to German Street to get back home.  I was hoping to walk for a half hour, and I did.  For another seasonal picture, I got the cross in front of Trinity Lutheran Church.

Full disclosure: I may not go to church on Easter Sunday.

My walk was over a half hour and over a mile and a half.  I believe I mentioned how I have been seeking the mental health benefits of exercise.  I think this walk helped.  I hope to try another walk or run tomorrow, maybe even both.  But I might look for something else to blog about.  I hope you will stay tuned.

 

Anyways, Happy Easter

I have been very bad about posting on the weekends (OK, posting at all, but especially on the weekends), so I thought I would take a slight break from looking at a DVR’d episode of Columbo and make a short Easter Sunday Post.

You had me at Vincent Price.

I keep noticing this picture in my Media Library and luckily remembered it for today. I don’t really have much to say beyond Happy Easter, but when I can add a picture of Vincent Price, it certainly seems worthwhile to do so.

I loves me some Peter Falk, too.

Since I mentioned Columbo earlier, I add a picture of him, too. My husband, Steve and I have not done much to mark the holiday, except for munching a few chocolate bunnies I picked up earlier this week. That is OK with me.

I need a rubber chicken in my life.

Before Columbo, we watched a DVR’d episode of Svengoolie. Regular readers know how much I love Svengoolie, and the old horror movies he shows.

I guess I can bill this as a Cinema Sunday, with Vincent Price thrown in. For anyone who did not know, the picture shows Price as Egghead on the old Batman TV show. That show got some really great actors to play villains. I should look for more pictures and do a whole blog post about it, perhaps on a future Monstrous Monday. Once I upgrade the blog and can add new pictures (preview of coming attractions).

In the meantime, Happy Easter to all who celebrate, and Happy Sunday to all. Once again, thank you for tuning in.

Why Didn’t I Watch a Vincent Price Movie?

Oh dear, it truly is a Wrist to Forehead Sunday, if for no other reason than that I can’t find my stylus so am pecking one letter at a time with my fat fingers. I know, I should switch to the laptop.

Here I am on the laptop (which is moving ever slower but still seems to get the job done), ten-fingered typing where the overweight state of my digits does not seem to matter much. Well, that was a bad start to a post on what should be a joyful holiday.

To you too, Vincent!

I had to search the laptop’s downloads for an Easter picture. Who doesn’t love Vincent Price? Full disclosure: I never saw him as Egghead on the old Batman series, although I used to watch it every day after school. However, I watch Vincent Price in other movies on a regular basis.

I confess I did not do much to mark the holiday today. Additionally, I worked on Good Friday, for the first time in over a decade. In my previous job, Good Friday was a paid holiday. Before that, I tried to take a vacation day. I guess I need a Good Friday to really feel Easter.

Then again, I think for all of us, holidays have not felt like themselves for the past year. But we do not need yet another post analyzing the pandemic and its sad collateral damages. At least, maybe we do, but I feel it should come from somebody with more wise words than those which I can provide.

In the meantime, I would like to make my blog post with a minimum of whining. It has not been a bad day. I took a long run and a nap. Not at the same time, of course. I cooked a tasty dinner. I watched movies with my husband. I enjoyed a glass or two of wine. Just a typical relaxing Sunday. I go back to work tomorrow at my new job, which seems to be working out very well for me. Of course, I would prefer to be independently wealthy and not have to work at all, but as that great philosopher, Mick Jagger once sang, You can’t always get what you want.

On the other hand, I do sometimes get things I want: a relaxing Sunday and a blog post done. I hope you are all doing as well.

Pretty, yes?

I close with a picture of some flowers. My Rose of Sharon is not blooming yet, but one likes to see blooms on Easter.

There’s Always Someone

As time loses all meaning for some of us, I make bold to have my usual Lame Post Friday.  For one reason, I return to work Monday, so Friday will once again mean something.  Not as much as it once meant, with bars and restaurants closed, and wine tastings cancelled at the local liquor store.

Oh dear, that sounded like whining about what is really a very small inconvenience to me, all things considered.  I can just hear people gearing up to say things like, “First world problems,” or, ” It’s better than catching the coronavirus,”  or the dreaded, “Just be thankful that…(you have a job, you can order take-out, the liquor store is open, etc).”  Here is a not so random observation:  it is really difficult to say anything without it being the wrong thing to say according to to someone.

Anyways, I will still be in a time warp next week, because I have Good Friday off.  And what a weird Easter we are all going to have!  At least, those of us who mark the holiday.  I am going to count that as another random observation.

If I could come up with some half-baked philosophy,  this would be a complete Friday Lame Post.  For that, I hark back to my first observation.  It is always wrong according to someone.  It is never enough, according to someone.  So there is no point in worrying if we are good enough.

As I typed that, I was assailed by the thought that this blog post is not good enough, even for Lame Post Friday.  Alas, the thought came from me.  Does that make me someone?  Discuss amongst yourselves.

Addendum:  Apparently I am not going back to work till Monday the 13th.  But I’ll let this post stand, because, well, I’ve already gotten a couple of Likes on it.  You know what a Like junky I am.

 

Most of the Time, I’m a Regular Fool

So I guess my stomach problems yesterday were not purely nerves.  At least, I seemed OK during the murder mystery (which was a blast, by the way) and not bad this morning, but as soon as I ate something… well, these things happen, I suppose.  I really hate to make another blog post whining about my petty health complaints. I will try not to whine but merely state the facts.  Then again, it is Wrist to Forehead Sunday.  Perhaps a “woe is me” followed by a swoon is appropriate.

Most of the audience seemed to really enjoy Secrets at Suiter House, our murder mystery, last night.  Now I must rush headlong into the next, Spring into Murder.  I’ll have more blog posts about that, no doubt.  Theatre is my life!  Part of my life, anyways.

I had a very nice Easter dinner with some members of my family.  My stomach allowed me to partake of ham, cheesy potatoes, and Heidelberg rolls, among other treats.  I admit it: I am rarely too ill to eat.  I keep thinking if I eat the right thing, it will make me feel better.  This explains my continued failure to meet my weight-loss goals.

However, as I often say, tomorrow is another day.  I guess a lot of people have said that.  How embarrassing to resort to cliche.  Well, what do you people expect of me when I have a bad stomach on Wrist to Forehead Sunday?  I can’t be profound under these circumstances!  But apparently I can make a blog post, however foolish.  Hey, I just remembered something else:  it’s April Fool’s Day.  That’s it!  I’m just an April fool.  Happy Easter, everybody.

 

 

Swell Husband on Easter Sunday

It seems a little disrespectful to have a Wrist to Forehead Sunday on Easter.  For heavens’ sake (so to speak), the man suffered a dreadful death, was dead for three days, then rose from the dead.  All I have to do is write a silly blog post.  When you put it like that, I feel I should just shut up and type.

It has been a very pleasant Easter Sunday for me. The weather was beautiful for most of the day.  I went to church with my parents, then saw other members of my family during the day.  I took two nice walks. I sat outside.  I had a delicious dinner and drank a little wine.  I am home now, bra off, pajama bottoms on (after all, I can’t always wear sweats), thinking about what movie to watch, because my dearest husband said I could pick. Isn’t he swell?

Speaking of swell husbands, let me just tell you a few of the ways mine is.  Last night I picked Steven up at work at 6 p.m. and we drove into Rome.  After some dinner and a visit with my parents, Steven went back home to Herkimer leaving me to spend the night at my parents’.  When I realized two things I had forgotten in Herkimer, Steven told me to write them down so he would not forget them when he returned on Sunday.

Steven worked till 12:30 today, then drove into Rome to join our festivities.  When he got there, he handed me the little cars for Shepherd (our sweet great nephew) and the notebook for my mother (she likes a specific kind for her diaries and it is not readily found), the two things I had forgotten.

“There’s more stuff in the car,” he said.  Now, I had been feeling like the bad daughter I probably am, because I had neglected to get my mother an Easter present.  I had planned to get her something she could add to her garden, perhaps a hyacinth.  Steven had purchased some lovely yellow tulips. Additionally, he had gotten a large polka-dot ball for Sheppie.

Sheppie was quite delighted with the ball.  In fact, we all had a grand time kicking it around.  I think we’re going to have to get another for our house, and perhaps a couple more to play with in my sister Cheryl’s pool this summer.

So that was my unexciting but very enjoyable Easter.  I hope you all had a lovely Sunday as well.

 

Wrist to Risen

How can I have Wrist to Forehead Sunday on Easter?  Of course I cannot.  In addition to this being the high holy day for many churches, it is a beautiful spring day.  The sun is shining, the birds were singing earlier, the temperature is warm, and I am with my family.

If all that were not enough, I was able to get to my WordPress dashboard on my mom’s desktop computer.  What more could a blogger like me desire?  Hmm… maybe a topic for a blog post.

Yesterday, I went to Paca Gardens in Little Falls, NY with my sister Cheryl (wow, I mention her two posts in a row, can she stand the excitement?), her daughter Dana, son-in-law Dan, and Dana and Dan’s utterly delightful little boy, Shepherd.  Oh, the lovely clothes!  So soft!  I must return for some Alpaca running socks.  When I start really running again.

After that we went to Hannaford and bought ingredients for dinner.  I made baked macaroni and cheese, steamed asparagus, fried kielbasa and tossed salad.  How I love to have dinner with family.  It was also most pleasant to go to bed knowing the next day would be Easter AND a day off for my wonderful husband, Steven.

I look at my title and feel I should say something profound about our Savior.  I’m afraid I don’t have anything.  For someone who talks entirely too much, I am largely silent on the subject of religion.  I like to sit in silent contemplation.  Right now, however, I am at my parents’ house with a sister and two nieces present.  They might like to go for a walk on this beautiful day.  Happy Easter, everyone.

 

 

Not Wrist, Walk

I feel it would be wrong to have Wrist to Forehead Sunday on Easter. And in any case it is unnecessary. My wrists are in their accustomed place, just beyond the edge of my keyboard, as I type. I shall offer instead a Pedestrian Post, utilizing a very nice walk I took with my schnoodle Tabby this morning.

I had to take my husband Steven to work at nine, in order to pick him up at one and go to Rome to my parents’ house for dinner. I have a list of things to accomplish in the meantime (I was taking my chances in doing this as such lists often send my wrist right to my forehead — “I’ll NEVER get these things done!”). I did the worst thing first, a sensible action I rarely take. I did the dishes. Then I did what promised to be one of the most pleasant: taking my dog for a walk.

It is as fine as an Easter morning ought to be: bright and sunny. Not awfully warm yet, but it’s early. At least I didn’t feel I needed my toque and insulated sweatshirt. Regular sweatshirt and crazy old lady hat. Prescription sunglasses and a couple of poop bags. I was ready.

Tabby was very happy to go. And stop. Of course dogs like to stop and sniff a lot, that is what they do. Today she seemed to find even more interesting spots than usual. I tried to indulge her as much as possible, although I do try to keep her from sticking her face into other dogs’ poo (WHY do these dog owners not pick it up like the rest of us do?).

We went by our favorite Historic Four Corners and down Main Street. We met a lady walking a very cute little white dog. The dog was quite interested in meeting Tabby. The lady and I petted each others’ dogs and chatted a little. It’s nice to meet another dog owner.

Heading up another street, we walked by a young man on a cell phone. He was too intent on his conversation to notice us. Tabby gave him an interested look but let him by. I saw a young lady further down the street on a cell phone, alternately talking into it and hollering at her kids not to come outside. I thought it would be funny if she was talking to the young man.

It was funny. I heard her say, “NOW do you know where you’re going?” and head back into the house. Then he headed towards that house. What did we do without cell phones? Got better directions and read house numbers, I suppose.

When we were almost home I saw a lady and little girl walking towards us. Tabby definitely wanted to meet them, because she walked right by our house towards them.

“My dog loves to meet people,” I told them.

The lady said her little girl was sometimes afraid of dogs, but I assured her Tabby was a good dog. They both petted her. The little girl seemed pretty OK with it. Really, Tabby is a most unthreatening pooch.

We enjoyed our Easter walk. Now I must see about crossing a few more things off that list before it’s time to pick up Steve (I guess I can at least cross off “Make blog post.”)