“Oh shame! Oh degradation!”
My lovely husband Steven found this picture of me with my wrist actually on my forehead. Remember, like I was talking about on Sunday? Perhaps you missed that post. If so, you did not miss much. Then again, why should I put myself down? Habit, I suppose. Be that as it may (a favorite expression of mine), I thought this would be a good picture to lead with as I am having something of a wrist to forehead evening.
The day as a whole was not too bad. Steven and I had a nice breakfast at Farm House Restaurant in Ilion, which I could write a nice little post about. We also took an enjoyable walk, rendering a Pedestrian Post perfectly eligible. Yet here I sit, laptop on lap, fingers on keyboard, wondering, should I continue to write this blog?
Hmm… that is not strictly accurate. It was while I was doing dishes a little while ago that I experienced the existential angst of, “Must the blog go on?” Once I found that photo to share and actually began typing, I don’t mind being a silly blogger at all. Only I can’t go on making these foolish posts about me making foolish posts. It’s like a snake eating its tail, or some such cliche metaphor (yes, yes, I know, a metaphor does not use the word “like,” stop being so didactic!).
At least I can complete the shout-out I started in the second paragraph: Farm House Restaurant is located at 9 Central Ave., Ilion, NY, phone number 315-894-3276. It is a teeny place with country decor and very good food. We had breakfast there. It was yummy.
Regarding the walk we took earlier, the sky was gloomy and gray, which is my favorite kind of sky. I admired some bare trees, especially one with a stark dead branch in the middle of several live ones ending in myriad twigs. Some trees still had leaves of green, red, orange, yellow and brown. A few porches still had pumpkins in varying stages of decay.
I’m going to declare this post OK for a Tired Tuesday. We shall see if my existential angst returns tomorrow (“existential angst” is such a dramatic expression, I have to laugh at myself for using it). In the meantime, I will see if I can find an appropriate picture to close with.
I’m thinking he does not read my blog.
I guess Nosferatu does not really have anything to do with this post, but I always say, when in doubt, go for the monster! Hmm… that may be the title of a future post.
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