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It’s Saturday, After All

I must make my Saturday blog post.  At least, I want to make my Saturday post.  Full disclosure:  I have been daytime drinking.  Well, why not on a Saturday?  For that matter, why is it more reprehensible to drink during the day then after sundown?  That is a question calling for some half-baked philosophy more suited to Lame Post Friday.  Is today Lame Post Saturday?  I fear it may be.

I do not remember where or when this picture was taken.

I looked through my Media Library for  picture of a wine glass to add.  I did not have far to look.  Some people may judge me for drinking too much wine. How do they know how much wine I actually drink?  Ignoring for the moment that it is, in fact, none of their business, how does it impact their quality of life?  That sounds like I am being defensive.

Another full disclosure:  As I type this I am kind of sort of watching Back to School with Rodney Dangerfield.  I love that movie and have not seen it in years.  Rodney Dangerfield famously got no respect, but I feel he deserves a lot.

I like it too, Dracula.

My apologies for another placeholder post, but it is important to me to become a daily blogger again.  I can work on making good posts every day as I go.  I thank everybody for tuning in, and I shall go back to enjoying my Saturday.

 

Make Mine Gin, with a Twist of Lame

Actually I am sipping Tanqueray with a couple of olives, size large (my Chromebook is underlining “Tanqueray,” but that is so how you spell it).  Yes, I am indulging in a martini, but I’m only having one and I am not driving.  Sheesh!

Earlier today, as I was leaving work and people were saying, “Have a good weekend,” I got hit by a wave of Not Feeling Friday.  That is because of the many things I have to do, some of which I alluded to in the last blog post (I still have not returned the overdue library book, shame on me!).  I accomplished a couple of them tonight, but they were scarcely blogworthy (I find it OK that Chromebook underlines “blogworthy,” because I think I made that word up).

A more common libation for me.

I throw in a random picture to pep things up (oh, this is too much:  Chromebook is underlining “libation,” and offering “liberation” as a substitute!) (I guess some people find wine liberating, but still).  It will come as a surprise to nobody, least of all me, that I do not have a whole lot to say right now.  I used up all my oomph doing the couple of things I did earlier, plus a little cleaning.  Oh, and an eight hour work day, which becomes increasingly difficult for a woman my age (I should perhaps mention that I have been referring to myself as “a woman of my age” since I was in my 30s).

The weekend promises to bring some fun times with family.  I do enjoy my family.  I enjoy weekends too, although I never seem to get as much done as I feel I should.  Does anybody? Oh, I suppose YOU probably do (you know who you are).

See? Fun people!

I finally found a fun family picture to share.  I hope to take some pictures this weekend.  I also hope to make my blog posts on time (as, incidentally, this one is).  Will I succeed?  A little uncertainty adds interest to my weekend.

 

I Cut Myself a Little More Slack

Here I sit, trying to make my Slacker Saturday blog post early Sunday morning.  At least, it is not early for me, but as Sunday mornings go for other people…  Not that I know that much about other people, but I have heard.

I put off making this blog post while I had some coffee, scrolled Facebook, played Solitaire, then read another blogger’s weekly post.  Oh, and I re-read one of my posts from 2012 which I had been thinking about.  I have been writing this blog for a long time, haven’t I?  Or, as Truman Capote famously said, “That’s not writing, that’s typing.”  I fear that lately my blog has become me rambling on, not saying much of any substance, much less sharing Mohawk Valley adventures as I intended to do when I began the blog.

Like KO Grainger at the Herkimer Downtown Chowdown.

I sometimes mention one I am going to write about, then when I sit down with the Chromebook… not so much.  What, I ask once again, is my problem?  More to the point, what is the solution? I confess I do not know.  I am not having much luck with the Do It Anyways method.

Am I too chicken to write?

Yesterday, by the way, was in fact a Slacker Saturday.  I went running, as I mentioned in my late Lame Post Friday post.  I puttered around, doing a little bit of cleaning here and there.  My house, as I have also mentioned, is quite the disaster area.  I express great determination to get it clean one way or another, then wander around, feeling ridiculous for not knowing where to start.  Then I put some things away and hope I have made some progress. Yesterday I discovered the Columbo method of cleaning:  I cleaned for a set amount of time, then when time was up, I said to myself, “Oh, one more thing!”

I am obsessed with Columbo, you may have noticed.

Eventually I wrote a few postcards and walked them to the post office.  It had stopped raining by then.  Returning home, I made some popcorn and watched, you guessed it, a couple episodes of Columbo.  I crocheted while I watched (after I had eaten some popcorn and washed the butter off my hands) (I’m not a barbarian, after all), so I could feel a little productive.

Once again, I have rattled on for an appreciable amount of words (just over 400!).  I shall end with a random picture, so that my Saturday post can be Scattered as well as Slacker.

Will the curtain rise on a new act for the play of my life?

Too dark, but I feel a picture of a closed curtain is always evocative.  It is the Capitol Theatre in Rome, NY, a good place to visit for future Mohawk Valley adventures.

 

It’s Never Too Lame!

Once again I make my Lame Post Friday blog post on Saturday morning.  I thought about making it last night, but bed seemed like such a good place to be.  It’s been a difficult week, although it has had its good points.  Nothing is all good or all bad, I hope.  At least, I hope nothing is all bad.  All good, I would like to try and see.  There is some half-baked philosophy for you.  We are used to finding the silver lining in bad times, or at least it is a good idea to do so.  Do we ever look for the fly in the ointment in good times?  Are there any other hoary expressions I can throw in?  Really, me, “silver lining”?  “fly in the ointment”?  Have some more coffee.

Ah ha ha! Coffee can be evil!

I throw in a random picture while I go get another cup of coffee.  I do not want to speculate on whether coffee is or can be, in fact, evil.  I put the caption because I believe that coffee mug looks malevolent.

Since this is my second cup of coffee,  one might think I had just rolled out of bed, but that is not the case.  I got up prior to six and went for a run.  The problem with running before coffee is that sometimes I forget to make coffee.  I had my recovery beverage of chocolate milk (it’s science!), made myself an egg sammich for breakfast…  oh yes, coffee. Ahhh… coffee.

I got rained on during my run, off and on.  Now it seems mostly on, so I am sorry about the local events going on today, for example, Little Falls Pride 2024 and Dolgeville Violet Festival. I had been thinking of running the Pride Stride 5K in Little Falls.  There used to be a 5K associated with the Violet Festival, too, but I don’t know if there still is.  How uninformed of me.  Anyways, I am not in 5K shape at this time.  I am in shape, though, because round and puffy is still a shape, you know.

I don’t think these two are in 5K shape either.

Here are Bonita and Bonaparte to wish you a happy Saturday.  I will never be as skinny as Bonita.  Puffy little Bonaparte is more my speed (almost literally).  I suppose I am not as cute, although my husband, Steven used to think so.

 

Another Placeholder Post

Once again I am running out of morning in which to make yesterday’s blog post.  And I have very little brain to work with.  How is my brain vanishing so quickly and thoroughly?  I am not that old, and any evidence of senility or dementia can be explained away with, “Oh, everybody does that sometimes,” or, “Hell, I’ve been doing that for years.”  Now I am fighting the dreaded type-it-in-backspace-it-out disease.

I went running both yesterday and today, so I could make a Running Commentary post, couldn’t I?  You would think so, wouldn’t you?

Not where I ran.

I also had a delightful lunch at Salvatore’s in Herkimer, NY yesterday.  That would make a nice blog post, too. Oh dear, am I doing another post about Why I Can’t Make a Blog Post?  I think I have to blame it on my sinuses.  Allergy season is kicking my butt, as it seems to do with increasing violence each year.  I do not have a sinus headache, which I am quite grateful for, but I have that lightheaded feeling which makes doing anything difficult.

THERE’S that brain!

I was looking for a picture of flowers to brighten up the post when I found the Brain from the Planet Arous, which regular readers know I like to show when I am feeling particularly brain dead (yes, yes, I know that is most of the time lately), only I can never find it.  In fact, this is what I was looking for when I saw the picture of Salvatore’s and decided to mention my lunch with friends.

And here are some flowers.

These flowers have been coming up every year since I planted them, which is nice.  Other things I have planted have been less successful, although the Black-Eyed Susans usually go great guns.  Once again, I fear my blog post is merely a placeholder.  I hope a placeholder post (should I add that as a category?) is better than none.

 

An Impromptu Stroll Down Memory Lame

I interrupt my Friday night debauchery for a Lame Post Friday post.  In case anybody is interested in what my debauchery consists of, I was sipping a little wine, knitting, and watching episodes of City Confidential on Roku TV.  I don’t remember if I ever mentioned I had finally gotten one of them there Roku thingys, thinking I might like to watch more than I could get with the antenna.  The antenna, in case I never mentioned, enabled me to watch WKTV News in the morning and Svengoolie on Saturday night, when I remembered to tune in.  A total of four channels actually come in, but I have never explored the other two.

I still do not own a rubber chicken.

I searched my Media Library for an embarrassing amount of time looking for a picture of Svengoolie, even though I had only mentioned him in passing.  I do like to have an illustration.  It’s kind of funny when I think of how I blogged for over five years with no pictures.  I think it definitely added to the blog when I finally figured out how to include them.

The picture that started it all.

Since I brought it up, I share the first picture ever used in the blog.  It was in November 2016, a post about a display of costumes outside Boscov’s in Sangertown Mall, New Hartford, NY, shortly after that store had opened.  I do not get to the mall very often, although I used to work there.  It was not a delightful workplace (the particular store I was in; I have nothing against the mall), however, so I shall say no more about that.

Yes, I just have to share Steve again.

I conclude my impromptu stroll down Memory Lane (hey, that might be a good title) with another picture from November 2016.  This is my late, much loved husband, Steven, at Pumpkin Junction in Sauquoit.  However, I must not begin looking forward to Halloween.  We just barely got some spring!

 

Not Late But Plenty Lame

I have not made a Lame Post Friday post on Friday in a long time.  Of course I am too lazy to try to see how long a time; I am only proud of myself for finding enough oomph to make some semblance of a blog post.  I don’t have any ideas of anything clever or entertaining to say, but that’s OK:  It’s Lame Post Friday!

Dracula likes Friday, too.

A picture usually peps things up, doesn’t it?  I think that is Christopher Lee, looking rather maniacal. He was an excellent Count Dracula.  I do love a good vampire.

This is definitely Christopher Lee.

Here I go with the vampires.  People are going to think it is Monstrous Monday all over again.  Frightening Friday maybe?  Frightful Friday?  Friday Night Frights?  I’m always looking for a new feature, and one that involves monsters would be near and dear to my heart.

I am afraid no Mohawk Valley Adventures are planned for this weekend.  It is Easter weekend, after all.  All the stores will be packed with people shopping for the holiday.  Perhaps the breweries will not be overflowing.  A trip to Heelpath Brewing in Frankfort or Rock Valley Brewing in Little Falls might be eligible.  I will see what my usual adventuring partner, Kim wants to do.

In the meantime, I am over 200 words during which I have not said very much.  Did I mention it was Lame Post Friday?  As always, I thank you for tuning in.

“Was she trying to make a post with vampires and leave me out?”

 

Lame Snowstorm of the Year?

I had hopes of making my Lame Post Friday post ON Friday, but alas, they came to naught.  It is not so early Saturday morning (for me), and I am on my second cup of coffee as I contemplate a rather bold statement I have been making recently.  I said if it snowed again, I would NOT shovel.  I would wait it out.  I look out the window and see that Mother Nature has called my bluff.  Oh well, I had planned to have a Stay at Home Saturday.  I do not rule out clearing part of my porch and a path to the road, so the mailman can deliver and so I can get a walk in.  That is for the other side of coffee and breakfast.

I don’t think it is this bad.

This is a picture from March 2017.  I had a husband to help me shovel in those days.  These things are so much better when you do them together.

This picture brings up a topic suitable for Lame Post Friday: pictures of snow.  Some people on Facebook snark, “We all know what snow looks like! You don’t have to show pictures every time it snows!”  I say, “Why the hell not?”  I like to share the everyday lives of my friends.  I don’t mind pictures of food; I like pictures of sandaled feet with a beer nearby (although I admit to being jealous of those shots sometimes); I especially like pictures of people’s pets, even if they are not doing anything particularly noteworthy at the time.

Substitute glass of wine for beer.

That reminds me, I need to get a pedicure soon. Perhaps a call to Hot Spot Salon and Spa is in order (just to give a quick shout-out to a local business) I feel certain sandal weather will soon arrive, and I do so enjoy seeing a little color on my toes.

I see I am over 300 words.  Score!  I do not expect any real Mohawk Valley Adventures this weekend, although I still have a few past ones I have not written about yet.  That is for the future.  A Saturday post on Saturday?  Time will tell.  I always say, Time is certainly a blabbermouth.  But as my sister Diane says, “Time is relative.  Not our relative.”

 

I Ask Myself…

Every other day blogger?  I guess that is what I am for now.  And here I am Friday morning, ten finger typing on my Chromebook, which I still cannot navigate handily but is becoming more familiar. I sip Irish Breakfast Tea and ponder my day.  Will I do anything blogworthy?  Perhaps.  I had a rather blogworthy Wednesday, but did I write about it?  Um, no. Once again I ask, what the hell, me?

I like old buildings against a grey sky.

I throw in a random picture to pep things up.h  I am going to call this my Lame Post Friday post, so the pressure is off.  This was taken during a walk on Main Street in Herkimer, NY, the former Christ Episcopal Church and Herkimer County Courthouse.  The latter is part of Herkimer’s Historic Four Corners, which regular readers know I love to walk or run by.  I walked by them the other day but did not make a Pedestrian Post mentioning it.  See, I have all kinds of things I could write blog posts about, I just don’t.  What’s that all about?

Do Not Enter my brain; it could get scary.

Another landmark I passed on Wednesday’s walk.  I do love to defy a Do Not Enter sign.  Oh, don’t worry; I never do it in my car.  Sheesh!

Will I see any of these any time soon?

I close with a bit of hope for spring.  I’m afraid my crocuses will have a hard time showing up this year, because dead leaves from last fall lie thickly on my lawn.  Once again I neglected to put down more crocus bulbs, as I have intended to do every year since I moved in (2005).  That is, I put some down in 2005 but have never done so again.  I am not even going to ask myself why not.

However, this bit of nonsense is now over 300 words, so I say, good enough for Lame Post Friday. I adjourn for another cup of tea.

 

I Finished It on the Dining-Room-Table-Top

My computer woes continue, as do my problems of getting my brain to work and overcoming my inherent laziness.  Perhaps I should say indolence.  It sounds nicer and conjures images of lounging with bonbons.  I’m not sure I have ever had an actual bonbon.  They sound good, though.

Be that all as it may, it is early Wednesday morning, and I am lounged on my couch pecking in one letter at a time with the stylus on my Tablet, because I fear my Chromebook will still not turn on, and it seems like too much trouble to check.

Aaaand the Tablet does not want to Add Media.  At least, it let me insert the photo but would not allow me to add a caption.

This was the first picture to catch my eye in my Media Library.  I feel my post is like the largest pumpkin:  toothless.  Let me be honest:  I am making a post for the sake of making a post and will try for something better tomorrow.

I throw in a random picture of me at a dramatic moment.  Don’t you just love the yellow tights?  It is when LiFT, Little Falls Theatre Company presented The Tempest.

So, is this an early Non-Sequitur Thursday Post?   Perhaps another picture will make matters clear.

This picture looked less blurry in the Media Library.   However, it illustrates a maxim seen in a Facebook meme:  sometimes you have to know when to call it quits and pour yourself a glass of wine.  At this time of morning, I will substitute tea, but the sentiment is the same.  As always, thank you for tuning in.