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First World Problems on Wayback Wednesday

I got out of the house and ran some errands today but, alas, did not take any pictures.  In my defense, my errands were not that exciting in nature.  Also, gimping around on crutches with a bag that may come crashing off my shoulder at any minute is not especially conducive to photographic activities. On the brighter side, I am filled with gratitude and good feelings about humanity.  People at every stop went out of their way to hold doors open for me and had no problems waiting for me while I fumbled with said bag, looking for cash, ID, or whatever.  My only problem now is what to blog about.  I suppose that comes under the heading First World Problems.

Look how cute he is!

I go for a Wayback Wednesday post with a picture from 2017.  This is my late, dearly missed husband Steven outside the library in Arlington, VT.  We were on a visit to his family and were leaching on the library’s WiFi, a most convenient thing to do when one has a laptop, as opposed to the dining-room-table-top it eventually became (oh, here is a handy thing: my Chromebook automatically put in the hyphens which I meant to add after typing in the words with no spaces.  Sometimes technology works in my favor!).

I must do some deck-sitting again.

Here is a shot from 2020,  You can see Steve’s leg on the left.  The sandals I am wearing have sadly broken, and my deck is far from sitting-ready.  That is something I must work on.  However, my leg seems to be tolerating more movement lately, so perhaps I will attempt some chores around the house (preview of coming attractions).  Will chores be blog-worthy?  We shall see.  As always, I hope you will stay tuned.

 

Monsters and Memories

Hello and welcome to another Monstrous Monday blog post.  My Monday became rather monstrous this afternoon for reasons it is too tiresome to reiterate. Suffice it to say, I will be largely immobile for the foreseeable future.  But never mind.  Monday is a day for monsters, and I will indulge in monsters.

Well, here is a cheery skeleton.

These are our skeletons Bonita and Bonaparte.  Bonita is wearing a summer outfit which my late, dearly missed husband Steve put together for her.  It is his shirt and my headband.  He purposely left the tag of the headband showing, because he was going for a Minnie Pearl look.  Minnie Pearl, in case you do not know (she was before some people’s times) always wore a hat with the price tag conspicuously dangling. She was on HeeHaw, a show which was also before some of your times.

Another bony friend.

And while we are on monsters around the house, here is a delightful fellow who used to lounge around at our friends Phyllis and Jim’s house.  Phyllis sadly passed away in 2021.

He was not a monster.

Now that I am feeling melancholy, I do not feel like looking for another monster.  I will instead share a picture of Steven doing one of the things he liked to do best: dancing.  We were dancing to our favorite band, The Posers.  I must see when they are playing again.  Some good music would undoubtedly cheer me up, even if I couldn’t dance.

 

Too Lame to Perambulate

Hello and welcome to another Lame Post Friday blog post.  I am still posting from my living room couch, gimping around my house on crutches for my basic needs.  Of course I count my blessings, because I AM able to gimp around on crutches, at least for short periods of time.  And there is still food in my house.  I can’t say I have it goin’ on, but at least I will survive till such time as I do.

Enough of my foolish situation.  On with the blog post.

Where is Juan Valdez?

I share a picture in hopes of pepping up the post.  This is a neighbor’s lawn decorations which I saw on one of my Pedestrian Post with Pictures.  When I was still a pedestrian and not a gimp (you see I can’t help but hark back to my petty problems).  When I am once again able to perambulate, how happy I will be.  “Perambulate” is a word my late husband Steve and I used to use when we had a dog, because dogs quickly learn the word “walk.”  They also learn the phrase, “go for a,” so I would say, “Shall we indulge in a perambulation?”

“Did she say perambulation?”

Here is our second dear little doggy, Spunky.  I miss having a dog, although with my current state of immobility, I suppose it is a good thing I do not have one.

Only I’m not wearing leggings or fuzzy socks.

I end with a picture which is close to my current view, although I am trying not to cross my legs much, to facilitate blood flow and such-like.  This is actually from last December, when I was showing off my new slippers, which my parents gifted me.  I hope to leave my couch and my house soon.  Will I be Mohawk Valley Adventure-bound?  A little uncertainty adds interest to my weekend.

 

I Hope this Blog Post Isn’t a Drag

I looked through my phone in hopes of having a Waste Not Want Not Wednesday, but I guess I am wanting not, because I only found one picture.  However, it is an excellent picture to share during Pride Month, so here it is.

I was getting Divine vibes.

During the Herkimer’s Sprig Shop Crawl back in April, there was a vendor and craft sale at Herkimer College, sponsored by hosted by HOPE,  an organization aiming to create safe spaces, increase visibility for LGBTQ+, and provide community resources.  I was tired by the point in my crawl, so I did not look at all the vendors, but I did ask for a picture with this beautiful Queen.  She was very gracious about it, and another woman nicely offered to take the picture so I could be in it.

When I tried to be a drag queen.

Back in 2019 I wrote a murder mystery about a group of Drag Queens (one of us killed Princess Dragomiroff).  Even though Drag Queens are traditionally male, my friend Kim and I had to participate.  Much later I heard that Drag is for everyone, so I feel encouraged. I would like to find out some more about Drag culture. To Wong Foo, Thanks for Everything, Julie Newmar is one of my favorite movies.

We were a handsome couple

I can’t resist sharing another picture of my late, dearly loved husband, Steve.  In drag or regular clothes, he was a delightful man.

So here is another blog post from the couch.  I do not know if I can come up with enough memories to keep making posts till I am mobile again, but I intend to give it a try.

 

Murals and Selfies, It’s Waste Not Want Not Wednesday

I planned last week to make a Waste Not Want Not Wednesday post when I came out of New 2 You Consignments in Ilion, NY and saw the mural painted on a wall opposite.

So artistic!

I believe they have had community events in that space.  I will have to watch when they will have more.  It will make for a good blog post.  Having taken one good picture, I had to look out for more.  That was where I didn’t get so lucky.  Then I had an opportunity to wear one of the new earrings I got at The Mustard Seed in Little Falls. Perhaps you read my blog post about them.  As regular readers may recall, I like to wear three different earrings.  It is a thing with me.

I can’t pretend I take a good selfie, but I do my best with what nature gave me.

Yesterday was the vote for the school board budget.  It is one’s civic duty to vote.  We do not hear much about duty these days, but it used to be a big deal. In the Agatha Christie books I delight in reading, the characters can usually get each other to do things by telling them it is their duty.  So I told myself it was my duty and went to the Junior/Senior High School, where voting took place.  A nice police officer opened the door for me.  I laughed, because there was a Visitor’s Door and a Student’s Door both opening into the same hallway.

“The teachers want us to vote yes, right?”  I asked a teacher-looking person as I walked into a library.  He assured me they did, and I said I would do what the teachers wanted.

“Unlike what you did in elementary school,” he speculated.

On the other side, I was wearing the butterfly earring again.

I took a selfie with my I Voted sticker.  Steve and I used to take an ussie with our stickers, so I thought I would continue the tradition.  I also continued the tradition of putting the sticker in the TV Journal.  Of course the selfie isn’t as fun as the ussie, but one does what one can.

See? Much more fun with two!

This is from November 2018.  Steven and I did have fun.

 

Murder Remembered

Alas, I have once again fallen down on the job as a daily blogger by failing to make even a Wuss-out Wednesday post.  A quick check of my phone tells me a Waste Not Want Not Wednesday is also ineligible.  As I sit here on my couch feeling rather tired, I fear a Throwback Thursday is my best bet.  For one reason, I am pondering the latest murder mystery and throwing back to past triumphs may inspire me.

You knew I would include a picture of Steven if possible.

This was indeed a fun one, Fabulous and Fatal in the fall of 2019.  My late, dearly missed husband Steven made quite the hit as Ophelia Upp, a member of Drag Queens Along the Mohawk.  I played the glamorous Roxanne Rolls.

Nothing suspicious about him!

And here is my friend Tucker as Renwick Spaulding, a great lover of all things insect in Donate to Murder.  He was pretty awesome.  I feel proud of myself for writing these murder mysteries, but really, it is the actors who make the stories come to life.  Which may seem like a funny thing to say about a murder mystery.

How could somebody that fabulous kill anybody?

Here is a less than candid shot of one of our suspects for Shooting at the Grange, which we performed at Salisbury Grange in the spring in 2023.  It was a pretty fun script in a nice setting.

I don’t know that I feel particularly inspired now to work on the mystery we are rehearsing tonight, but at least I have my blog post done.  I hope you’ll stay tuned for future Mohawk Valley Adventures.

 

Where’s Vincent Price When You Need Him?

I’m afraid this is going to be something of a Slacker Sunday blog post. I will soon be celebrating Easter Sunday with some of my family and want to get the blog post made before I forget to do so, as is apt to happen on a Sunday.  Or any other day.

Preview of Coming Attractions?

I was actually looking for the picture of Vincent Price as Egghead from the Batman TV series, only the egg he is holding is painted Easter colors.  I know it is in my Media Library somewhere, but I cannot spend all day looking for it.  Instead I share this “before” picture of plants purchased for my container garden on my deck one year.  I have not had a good container garden in years.  Will 2026 be the year it returns?  I can hope.

Oh, just shoot me!

I could not find another picture at all appropriate, but there could be no possible objection to Bette Davis.  After we saw this movie for the first time, when we lived in Georgia, I wrote my mother a letter where I was talking about it. How Bette Davis killed this guy and it was self defense, only she had written this letter to him that proved it was not and she had to buy back the letter, etc., but I could not remember the name of the film.  My husband Steven wrote in the margin, “It was The Letter.”  We were both pretty amused.

There he is!

Here’s Vincent Price!  I think I have another picture of him somewhere, but this one will totally do.  I hope you are all having a lovely Easter if you celebrate, and a lovely Sunday if you do not.

 

Comfort from Crocuses on Slacker Saturday

Oh dear, here I am late in the day (for me) on a Saturday, wondering if I can Scatter or Slack.  On the whole, I say Slack, and perhaps share a few flower pictures I still have on my phone.

Yay, crocuses!

It was Tuesday afternoon when I was delighted to notice some crocuses in my backyard.  Naturally I took some pictures.  I put down crocus bulbs the first fall after my late, dearly missed husband Steve and I bought the house, in 2005.  I truly must put down more. Will 2026 be the year?  We can hope.

This one was wide open.

I suppose one could derive some lesson for my life, that I have gone over 20 years without doing a fairly easy improvement on my property, namely putting down crocus bulbs.  I do not believe it would be anything particularly flattering to me.  Instead, I think I will merely rejoice that some crocuses yet appear in my yard, and it will always be possible for me to put down more bulbs.

It’s so pretty!

I truly hope to do more work in my yard this year.  It will definitely make for a few good blog posts.  In the meantime, why now cut myself a break?  As I said, I enjoy what I can see.  And I look forward to seeing more as spring wears on.

 

Spring Makes Me Feel Less Blue

I thought I would do a Waste Not Wednesday post. today.  I actually have a number of pictures I could share but settled on a few for today.  I should mention that I am feeling rather tired and down after my (not very serious) medical procedure today.  Then again, I feel tired and down many days.  I am not a young woman, and I could live a healthier lifestyle than what I do.

Am I blue?

Yesterday as part of my colonoscopy (the aforementioned procedure) prep, I was required to drink GatorAde.  I chose my favorite flavor, blue.  To make things more enjoyable, I chose a fancy glass.  This also gives me a chance to give a shout-out to Woodland Farm Brewery in Marcy, NY.  I went there some years ago with my husband Steven and sister Cheryl.  I think somewhere in my Media Library is a picture of Steven and I toasting, but of course I am too lazy to go look for it now.  I must return to the brewery one day soon.

Ah, the promise of spring!

Yesterday was a nice warm day, warm enough for some porch sitting.  My sister Diane, who came out from Liverpool to drive me to the colonoscopy (I do keep harping that, don’t I?), sat out with me for a while, while I drank the blue stuff.  At one point, I went into the backyard to see if my daffodils had bloomed. They had not, but imagine my delight to see some crocuses.  Every fall I neglect to put down more bulbs, but every year a few come up to brighten up the place.

This was the biggest patch.

As I said, I have more pictures but felt I would only be up to a three-picture post, and so it is.  I really am feeling not too bad, and I have to give a shout-out to Little Falls Hospital, where I had my procedure done.  Everybody was so nice, and things were accomplished must faster than I had imagined (of course I slept through most of it).

Well, I feel a bit better having managed a post of over 350 words.  As always, I thank you for tuning in.

 

Potato Pancakes for Breakfast at Boulevard

My group of friends that meets weekly for breakfast decided on Boulevard Diner in Whitesboro, NY this week.  I had been there once a long time ago, and I know it has a very good reputation, to I was happy to go there. I knew right where it was, too.  No problemo!

Of course, just because I know where it is does not mean I know how to get there.  In my defense, things  can get a little confusing in the greater Utica area.  It was 2011 when I stopped driving in that area on an almost daily basis.  Also, I have a terrible sense of direction in addition to not reliably knowing my right from my left (that’s a thing, you know, it’s not just me).

Cool clock.

My friends were already there when I found the place but had not ordered yet.  I had no idea what I wanted but found several tempting items on the menu.  I ordered last, which turned out to be a good thing.  Bonnie, who ordered just before me, got Potato Pancakes.  Potato Pancakes!  I didn’t see that, and I don’t remember ever seeing it on a breakfast menu.  I got that, too.  They were delicious.

Before we left, I had to try to win a duck out of the claw machine.  My late, dearly missed husband Steve was really into those machines, so I give them a try once in a while in his memory.  I put two quarters in, realized it needed a dollar, could not find two more quarters. I went back to the table where Michelle nicely gave me two quarters.  I won a duck!

I didn’t have a striped one!

I told Michelle the duck was half hers, but I took it home.  I think she was as pleased as I was that I won it.  Later that day I found I did so have two more quarters, so returned her investment.  Maybe the next time I win a duck in a machine, I will give it to Michelle.

The Boulevard Diner is located at 24 Roosevelt Dr., Whitesboro, NY.