Oh dear, I think I have waited too long to make my Monday blog post for WordPress to count this as part of my latest “streak” (and if the term “streak” gave any of you an unfortunate mental image of me running past you naked, serves you right for having that kind of a mind) (you know who you are). Unfortunately, I do not have much mental wherewithal to make a blog post today.
Why don’t I just go ride a bike?
That was when I remembered I had taken a picture earlier for possible use on Waste Not Want Not Wednesday. This bike is on the second floor of the Ilion Village Municipal Building, where I went this morning to see the swearing-in of the mayor and two trustees. I took a few pictures for the Daily Sentinel, you know, my side hustle (OK, it is my only hustle, and I really don’t feel there is much hustle to me these days).
It was my idea for them to pose like this after the swearing in.
Last month I missed most of the meetings I usually cover, because I was lounged on my couch, various parts of my leg taking turns giving me grief. I’ll say this for my body: it usually tag-teams with the pain. But enough about me. I do have another picture to share.
A cemetery is always atmospheric, I find.
The one meeting I managed to attend was Frankfort Town Board on June 25. On the 26th I drove out to a cemetery on the corner of Higby and Graffenburg roads, which was mentioned during the meeting. I always try to include a picture to go with my stories for the paper. Also it is fun for me to drive around looking for one. I pretend I am an intrepid girl reporter from a 1940s horror movie or screwball comedy.
I see I have managed over 300 words. I say not bad for a Monday. I must make my way down to a Herkimer Town Board meeting at 6 tonight. I intend to hobble on my crutches. I need the exercise, and there are a couple of handy park benches I can rest on if I get tired along the way.
Mohawk Valley Girl 