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Better Mood, Better Post?

So here I am at 6:24 on Friday morning (TGIF!) trying to make my Thursday blog post. I was not too depressed to make my post last night. I was too tired and wordless. I did not even write much in the TV Journal. Then I got distracted by a two hour Dateline that I had not seen before. Regular readers are familiar with my love of all things murder and mayhem. Speaking of which:

The delightful Matthew Powers, interacting with our audience. That’s me in the background in gold lame.

The above photo showed up in my Facebook memories, practically begging me to use it in a Throwback Thursday post. It is from Secrets at Suiter House, an interactive murder mystery dinner theatre we presented to benefit Herkimer County Historical Society. I feel it was one of my better scripts, or perhaps I flatter myself.

You may be asking right now, why did I not make a Throwback Thursday post last night when it was, for example, actually Thursday? I say, that is a very good question. Yes, that is my only answer, other than referring you to the first paragraph, when I alluded to being wordless. I am pleased to report that this is no longer the case.

Discerning readers may have noticed that I am in a considerably better mood this morning. Could it be that happy Friday feeling? The short run I took on Thursday (another reason I was so tired)? The fact that I am typing words that are not whiny and embarrassing? Why am I questioning these things? I should just enjoy them.

She’s awesome!

I just now searched the Herkimer County Historical Society’s Facebook page for another photo to download. My laptop was taking forever to show me the pictures! Finally I found one of executive director Sue Perkins, giving one of their cemetery tours. I was only able to go on one of those tours but I loved it. I like the photo, too, because of the gravestones.

I guess this has become a kind of a Non-Sequitur Thursday post, which I feel is appropriate since I am making it Friday morning. And I got to plug Herkimer County Historical Society. I love them. I hope to see you all later, when I make my Lame Post Friday post. Late Happy Thursday!

Not Monstrous, Mental

I am enjoying a little ten-fingered typing to make my Wuss-out Wednesday post early on Thursday morning (not really too early; I’ve been awake almost two hours). I was too depressed to make a post last night. I hesitated for a long time (the almost two hours I’ve been up, plus a few wakeful hours in the night) before making yet another post about my depression, but at last the desire to be a daily blogger overcame my reluctance.

One big reason I hesitate to blog about my depression is that my mother reads my blog. I don’t like her to worry about me. In general (all these blog posts notwithstanding), I do not like to talk about my depression to all and sundry. Of course I do, more than I should, because I am quite the garrulous sort in addition to being pretty much All About Me. But I realize it is the wrong thing to do. For one reason, it is tiresome, and I prefer to be amusing. For another, it does not always help. Sometimes it is better to seek out professional help.

Which brings me to where I am at this morning. I feel it would be a good idea for me to reach out for help. Only I do not know where to go. I know there are 800 numbers I can call, but I prefer face to face counseling. I don’t like to talk on the phone much. However, in these COVID times, phone counseling may be all that is available. Another consideration is that my health benefits from my job are just now kicking in. I do not know what, if anything, they cover mental health-wise. I guess these are all problems that have an answer, if only I bestir myself to seek it.

And that brings me back to overcoming my reluctance to blog more about my depression. I thought to myself, perhaps I can share my journey back to mental health. Would that be too tiresome and All About Me? As I type this, I feel reluctance to hit Publish. Am I selling my psyche for a blog post? It could be. On the other hand, I am over 350 words. That is pretty good for a Wuss-out Wednesday, I think.

Judge Me If You Are So Inclined

Let us be perfectly honest about the fact that I am doing my post despite the fact that my computer flatly refuses to put the obvious anticipatory words on my predictive text.

This was the paragraph I typed last night (as Truman Capote famously said, that’s not writing). Then I gave it up as a bad job. Steven and I had been to the 5th anniversary celebration of the End Zone Pub and Grub in Herkimer. Too much to drink? SAY IT AIN’T SO!!!

Actually, it was not so. For one reason, we drove to the pub so kept it under control. However, when we got home, we were so into watching movies and hanging out, my blog post just went by the wayside.

It is going by the wayside again this morning, because I want to go running. Will I make a better blog post later? I can only hope.

Late Post About Spam

I think WordPress is slipping up a little when it comes to weeding out spam comments.  I got quite a lengthy epistle on a recent post.  I wanted to copy and paste it here, but that is not so easy to do on the Tablet.  OK, I switched to the laptop, and here it is: 

 wish you where here one day and see how we are living, here life is so unfair. seen is the believing, Life is treating is treating us badly which has no limitation sometimes we stay for a day without no food to eat because of poverty, Since my parent’s we are living from hand to mouth sometimes we can stay for a day without no food to eat, the only way we used to have food before, ii used to go to the forest to fetch firewood and resells it that little money i used to buy food for my family and that can’t even enough for us , but i am very sadly when the government declare that no one should brings firewood from forest which was my only source of survival recently, now i stay at home all long helping my grandmother and my little siblings till night time go to the market and seat beside restaurant’s when sometimes ate’s the food the little they left on the table’s i used to take it away so that my siblings can have food to eat,

I had to wonder how the commenter could get on a computer to read a blog and comment after the government had taken away the firewood income. Also, why didn’t he sell the computer to purchase food? But perhaps I judge unfairly.

I may have judged WordPress too harshly as well, because I when I went to spam (where I had consigned that gem) to copy it, I saw some other spammy comments that had not made it to the blog page.

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This one is pretty typical. I guess these are computer generated by some hack for purposes which remain unclear to me. They kind of read like someone used predictive text. If I had not switched from the Tablet, I could try to generate a spam comment of my own. However, I am to lazy to switch back again.

In any case, this post has gone on long enough. It is, in fact, a Late Saturday Post. I overindulged a bit too much last night, for which I am heartily embarrassed. I did much better on Friday. I will strive to emulate that behavior when I wine in the future.

Yes, He Brought Me Coffee

Hello, and welcome to another late post, made around five in the morning, ten finger typing on the lap top. I have not even had coffee yet but expect my husband Steven to bring me a cup when he gets himself one right along here.

Last night I began to made a Tired Tuesday Post and just did not want to do it. For one reason, all I wanted to do was whine about how stressed and depressed I felt. For heavens’ sake, many, many people are stressed and depressed. I do not have any more reason to feel so than anybody else, considerably less than some. And from me, it is getting dull.

One thing I did to help myself last night was to go for a run. It was not a bad run. It was certainly not a long run. It felt as if I was running fast, for me. Unfortunately I had my Garmin on and was discouraged to find that fast for me is just under a 13-minute mile. Well, what am I so discouraged about? I am not racing against anybody.

On the brighter side, quite literally, a few people still have their Christmas lights on. Tradition has it we should leave our decorations up till January 6, you know, Twelve Days of Christmas. I have long wanted to throw a Twelfth Night Party. For one reason, it would postpone my Post-Christmas Letdown. For another reason, I like to give a party.

I see I have rambled on for more than 250 words. By my rules for me, that is more than respectable for a Late Tired Tuesday Post. I wonder if I should also categorize this as a Non-Sequitur Post. Or add a category of Just Babble On Till 200 Words Category. Any thoughts?

A Slice of My Life

Well, what’s wrong with another late post?  These things happen.  And it’s not as if I have a lot of things to say.  But maybe I can come up with a few.

A slice of my life.

Ah, coffee, the magic elixir which makes all things possible. Since I have developed a prejudice against making posts with no pictures, I offer this.  I purposefully selected a local mug for the purpose.  Herkimer Home, of General Herkimer who heroically died from wounds sustained in the Battle of Oriskany, is in Little Falls, NY.  It is a wonderful historic site I hope to visit again.

The lantern was purchased by my husband, ostensibly for use in Dirty Work at the Crossroads, the play he directed at Ilion Little Theatre, but actually because he thought it looked cool.  I later used it in Much Ado About Nothing with LiFT, Little Falls Theatre Company.

I’m the mean-looking one on the left.

Here I am in Much Ado.  You can just barely see the lantern by the wall on the right.  My partner and I took these evildoers into custody.  I famously ran back to grab the lantern while my evildoer stared at me in disbelief.  I threatened him with the pitchfork as I ran back to him.  It was one of my all-time favorite pieces of stage business.

Under the lantern (going back to the first picture) are scripts I have been reading in hopes of future theatrical endeavors, along with a book I think my Dad might like.

These are my thoughts as I sip coffee and wait for my Sunday to start.  I hope all of you had grand Saturday.

 

I Left Out Play Solitaire

On the brighter side, it has been a long time since I had a really bad headache.  On the dimmer side, well, here I am on Thursday morning, typing in my Wednesday post.  I actually wrote something Wednesday morning.  It kind of took a turn, so I was not going to use it, but now I find it appropriate.  We can either call it Mid-Week Middle-aged Musings or, perhaps more appropriately, Wuss-out Wednesday.

I must write my update on Brainstorming the Bard.  It might serve as inspiration for me to get my act together and perhaps as comfort to other disorganized people, that they are not alone or even the worst.

Alas, it is not only lack of organization that plagues me.  It is the paralysis of will that I fear is a symptom of my depression. In short, I am finding it damn difficult to do ANYTHING.

I get up in the morning, feeling rather ill-used about it, but most of us are used to that.  I get to work and manage to function (my job is not difficult).  I go home and sometimes manage a chore or two (Just Do One Thing is my meager motto).  But all I really want to do is sit, stare into space, maybe read a book, do a puzzle, crochet or knit while watching a true crime show.

At least the last mentioned  will eventually result in an object that may be useful to someone, but these are not activities that will help me reach any of my life goals.

That is when I stopped writing and began to work on a puzzle, till it was time to go to work.  And now I am over 250 words, so I have that going for me.  That is a thing I have been saying lately.  As in tomorrow’s Friday, so I have that going for me.  Ah, I feel a wave of optimism coming over me:  in truth, I have a lot of things going for me.  Full disclosure:  this reflection does not always help.  As I may have mentioned before, sometimes when I think of all the good things in my life, it makes me feel worse, because how can I dare feel depressed, ungrateful wretch that I am.  Today, I feel grateful.  I think it is going to be a good day.  I will try to blog about it tonight, if my headache doesn’t come back.