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Tired Today, Tired Tomorrow?

I always think I am going to come up with a better blog post tomorrow, but Tired Tuesday often follows Monstrous Monday, doesn’t it?  I am tempted to justify myself with the argument, “Well, it’s not tomorrow, is it?  It’s today!”  You know, like the signs you sometimes see in bars, “Free Beer Tomorrow!”

I could go off on a philosophical riff here, about how we are always waiting for tomorrow, for something better in the soon-but-never-quite-gets-here future.  I rather doubt I could come up with anything profound, and anyways, I like to save the half-baked philosophy for Lame Post Friday.

In the meantime, I would like to come up with a reasonably entertaining blog post today.  I went for a walk this morning, as I usually do.  I wish I could have taken pictures for an illustrated Pedestrian Post, but my phone does not take good pictures in the dark.

It is kind of fascinating, walking in the dark.  Things look mysterious.  I like to go by houses that have lights on.  Otherwise, I feel I am the only soul awake, and I get lonely.  This happened especially when I was at my previous job and took my morning walks around four (or was it around the block?) (teehee).  Now I don’t start work till eight so take my walks around six.

Hmmm… I’ve a feeling my walks are more interesting to me than this blog post will be to my readers.  Oh dear.

The best thing to do with a foolish post is to cut it short.  I am, in fact, over 250 words.  Let’s see if I can do any better on Wednesday (see:  I did not say “tomorrow”).

 

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But Who’s Keeping Score?

I just did not want to make a blog post last night, so here I am, back to making my Lame Post Friday post on Saturday.  I just got up and have barely had a sip of coffee.  There, I just took another sip.  That helped.

A true Lame Post Friday post includes random observations and half-baked philosophy.  But as I sit in my living room (lounged on the couch, pecking in one letter at a time with the stylus on my Tablet, as I often say, hoping to give a picture), there is not much to observe.  Of course,  an observation does not have to be something you currently see.  It could be something about human nature you have been thinking about.  Or would that be half-baked philosophy?

This is silly.  Maybe I should throw in a picture to pep things up (thus giving you a real picture, no doubt more effectively than a word picture of me on the couch) (and probably a good deal more attractive).

They are keeping more than an eye on you.

This is one of a few pictures I took on a walk for which I never wrote the intended Pedestrian Post.  It is of Basloe Library in Herkimer,  NY, one of my favorite places.  I may go there this morning.  For one reason, their computers are a good deal more reliable than my dining-room-table-top (of which regular readers have heard me complain) (YES, I am grateful that I have a computer at all! Sheesh!).

My babbling has brought me to over 250 words.  Score!  Although I suppose I have not said very much.  Rats!  But, while late, it is Lame Post Friday.  Score!  I shall quit while I am ahead.

 

Talk Too Much on Tired Tuesday?

Yeah, well, at least I got through Tuesday.

I never for one minute thought today was Friday.  I think I might try to stop looking forward to Friday so much.  I never get as much done on the weekends as I want to.  And when you get right down to it, it is a little silly to spend five days longing for two.  I hope that is not all I spend my week doing.  I try to get at least a little joy out of each day.

How philosophical I am tonight.  I do not have a feature for that.  There is Monday Middle-aged Musings, which I have not had in a while (Monstrous Monday is just so much more fun).  And Lame Post Friday used to be the place for half-baked philosophy (and random observations).  Usually it is Tired Tuesday, which is not the home of much.

Yes, I am tired today.  I worked for ten hours,  which I have not done in a while.  I shan’t say more about that (and for heavens’ sakes, autocorrect, “shan’t” is so a word!), because this is not a work blog.  I merely mention it, because I am too tired to think of much else to say.  I am mostly glad I could find the preceding picture in my Media Library.

Now, having rattled on for over 200 words without saying much of anything, I terminate this post (Terminator Tuesday?).  Perhaps I have said too much.

 

Not Late, But a Little Lame

Oh no! I forgot to make my Lame Post Friday post!   Full disclosure:  I have been drinking a little wine.  Judge me if you will; it is Friday night and I do not work on Saturday.  My conscience is clear.  However, I would like to come up with something at least mildly entertaining to post, preferably of the random observation or half-baked philosophy variety.  Let us put it to the test.

I observed a cardinal on a wire near our front porch.  I would have missed him, but my husband, Steven drew my attention to him. I knew it was a him by his bright red color.  I have seen a female cardinal, his mate perhaps, a few times previously.  I hope they stick around. I like the idea of having cardinals in the neighborhood, partially because of the superstition that when you see a cardinal it means a departed loved one is checking in with you. Also, they are beautiful birds.  I have yet to move my phone or Tablet quickly enough to get a picture.

Does that bit about a departed loved one visiting count as half-baked philosophy? I do not have a whole lot else to offer.  But I see I am just at 200 words.  If only I could think of a fun headline, I would be reasonably content. Under the heading It Takes So Little To Please Some People.

 

In Fact, Most Advice Is Lame

Late Lame Post Friday posts are just going to be a thing. I offer no excuse. For one reason, all the writing advice givers say there is no excuse. Write Just Write, they say. I believe it is good advice, but like all advice, caveats apply. However, since for “caveats” some people read “excuses,” I will offer none of those either.

What will I offer? My favorite Lame Post Friday elements: random observations and half-baked philosophy! Perhaps I should go sit on my front porch so I can actually observe something other than my messy living room or the local news.

Is this an azalea?

Full Disclosure: I did not observe this bush just now. I am still sitting on my couch. I don’t have shoes on, and my husband, Steve, tells me it is chilly outside. This is a picture I took of a neighbor’s lawn sometime last month. I had deleted some pictures from my Media Library in hopes of freeing enough space for an illustrated Pedestrian Post, but WordPress only allowed me to download one new picture. It was rather a sore spot for me.

Another Full Disclosure: my depression is really kicking my butt these days. I always cringe a little when I admit that. I worry that I should just suck it up and not bother others with my problems which are in fact much fewer and smaller that those suffered by others. Then again, depression is a problem for many. If anybody told me they were suffering from depression, I would not, in fact, advise them to suck it up.

Now that I think about it, I am not sure I would offer any advice at all. For one reason, any advice I might give would come with caveats, and that just seems like a lot of trouble. I will give myself a little advice, however. I advise myself to take a walk. Exercise is a potent anti-depressant. It might also make a good blog post.

I Could Have Been Lamer

Since I broke my streak of posting daily by missing Thursday, I thought the least I could do was make my Lame Post Friday post on Friday. So here I am, up later than I usually am, pecking out one letter at a time with the stylus (although sometimes the predictive text thingy helps), and hoping for enough brain power for at least 200 words.

One reason I did not post on Thursday was that we went to Cacciatore’s in Ilion, NY. We had some food and enjoyed music by Matt Grainger. Tonight we went to Dibble’s Inn in Middleville, where we had food and enjoyed music by Phil Arcuri. So we have been musically entertained this week.

Someone may point out that I could, in fact, have made a blog post yesterday, either before or after going out. Come to that, most days I missed posting, I could, in fact, have posted. Oh dear, let us not go down that road of Could Have. I COULD HAVE done all kinds of things! I didn’t!

Now we arrive at a nice bit of half-baked philosophy, and regular readers know I love to indulge in half-baked philosophy on Lame Post Friday. Most of the time, it is a useless and depressing exercise to dwell on What Could Have Been, or more particularly, What I Could Have Done.

It is, at the same time, an almost irresistible temptation to indulge in these repinings. I like to kid myself that it will help me do better next time. This is particularly true of verbal encounters. I think, I should have said thus-and-such! And I treasure up that bon mot for the next time somebody says whatever it was to me. I am trying to remember if such an opportunity has ever arisen. I can’t think of one

However, I did just think of when Could Have is a comforting phrase. Sometimes when I have not done as well as I hoped, I realize that I could have done worse. I missed posting Thursday. I could have missed Monday through Wednesday as well.

I think we can agree that this blog post could have been better and could have been worse. What it is, is over 300 words. I’m going to bed!

Half-Baked, Not Baked, and Not Really Friday

I missed making my Lame Post Friday Post last night, and I confess, my first impulse was to say, “Bag it!” Then I said to myself, “Oh, just go ahead and make a post!” (It is perfectly acceptable to talk to oneself, you know.) For one reason, our laptop is inexplicably working again. After a fashion. As I ten-finger type (I LOVE to ten-finger type!), sometimes the letters do not appear as I type them. I type in a sentence, then wait. It magically appears. Sometimes with typos, but, you know, nobody is perfect.

So I guess I shall just rattle away till I get to 200 words. I am a little pressed for time this morning. We must head to Greenwich, NY for a sad reason, and my husband, Steve, wants to leave around nine. I have been marginally productive thus far: I went for a run, I cooked myself a healthy breakfast, and I wrote my usual post cards. Should I count cooking myself breakfast as being productive? I mean, I usually do eat; it is kind of a given. Like taking a shower (I would hope washing is a given for everyone, although I know it is not). I shaved my legs in the shower. That is not a given. Some people would say that is Too Much Information, but I get very annoyed when they tell me that. Would that mean it is Too Much Information for me when you tell me I have given you Too Much Information? Points to ponder.

And I just remembered: Lame Post Friday is the proper home of Half-Baked Philosophy! So a Point to Ponder is highly appropriate. I have another: Can I still count this as a Lame Post Friday Post when I am clearly posting on Saturday morning and, in fact, my Half-Baked Philosophy has come from my Saturday morning activities? That one is too complicated for me. Better let it bake a little longer.

Oh dear, I just remembered that when people smoke pot, they call it getting baked. I am not a pot smoker (not that there is anything wrong with it, I just don’t). I hope no pot smokers feel I am usurping their nomenclature. Or is it cultural appropriation? Another point to ponder.

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.

Is Tardy Tuesday My Fault?

I was too tired too make even a Tired Tuesday Post. However, as I typed that in, I thought of a new feature: Tardy Tuesday! So here I go, with my inaugural Tired Tuesday Post, discreetly failing to tally the number of previous Tuesdays I have been tardy (the Tardy Tuesday Tally?).

My husband, Steve, just brought me coffee, by the way. Aaaaaahhhhh!

I logged onto Facebook before starting this, a stalling tactic with a purpose, since I usually share my post on Facebook. While there, I peeked at On This Day, hoping for some inspiration (OK, I was just stalling some more) and saw this semi-profound statement: It’s not just computers; my whole life is Operator Error.

I suppose it is true. Most of the problems in my life can be traced back to choices I made. In my defense, it seemed like a good idea at the time. However, other people sing, whatever will be, will be. Doris Day got rather tiresome with repeating that philosophy in her autobiography (although it was otherwise a very good book). This could be the topic of a whole blog post: is everything our fault or is nothing?

You want me to write that blog post? Perhaps I will. But not today. I have managed to eke out 200 words, and I have to get on with my Wednesday. Will I wuss out on today’s post? We shall see.

Was It a Self-Indulgent Run?

I thought I would do a Running Commentary Post. For one reason, I went running. As I freely admit, what I do is called running only by the most generous definition of the term. However, I was out on the sidewalk moving my feet and putting in effort. I feel I deserve some credit at least.

It was a pretty afternoon with bright sunlight and bare pavement. The temperature was less inviting, but I put on leggings, long sleeves, gloves, and a knitted headband. This would be fine. I set out with modest goals and high hopes of meeting them.

I had reckoned without the wind. Where did that come from? And did it have to be right in my face? Apparently it did, because it seemed to change direction almost every time I did. I don’t think I felt it at my back the entire run. I know this is not logical, but how do you explain it? We all know I do not run fast enough to create my own wind resistance.

The best I could do was to keep plodding along as best I could. I decided 15 minutes would be acceptable. It was more than a mile. Stop judging me! I told you in the first paragraph I run slow! My cool down walk was also shorter than usual, eight minutes instead of ten.

As I walked my cool down, I told myself I could feel good about getting out there at all. Then, being me, I questioned whether I was being self-indulgent or at least unambitious. Was I, in essence, giving myself one of those despised Participation Trophies? As I type this in now, I feel these questions are best left for Lame Post Friday, the proper home for half-baked philosophy.

In the meantime, I have made my Tuesday post on Tuesday. At the risk of being self-indulgent, I say, “Yay, me!”