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Is It Magic? Or Just Lame?

Three late posts in a row. I wonder what my record is. It would be far too much trouble to check. I can’t be bothered about these things. I am lounged on the couch, pecking in one letter at a time with the stylus on my Tablet, just to give you a picture. I just took a 2-mile walk, and I am contemplating my upcoming day. So much I need to do, so much I want to do, but first, my Lame Post Friday post.

I have very little in the way of brain power this morning (cue jokes about how that is always the case) (but, really, aren’t those jokes a little too easy and obvious and just a trifle beneath you?) (you know who you are). But I have been doing pretty well at posting every day (or do I mean pretty good? How mortifying not to know!) and wish to continue.

That brings up something I have been wondering about myself. I think it was about a week before Memorial Day when I re-started daily blog posts. I am pretty sure it was the Tuesday after Memorial Day weekend that I started my daily walks. I remember this, because I had been thinking about walking before work for a while but not done it. The Saturday of that weekend was when I did whatever I did and had to stop running for a while. So I started walking.

OK, that whole paragraph is not what I’ve been wondering. I have been wondering: What do I think is going to happen? Something magic? Is this going to make my life better? Is it going to make me better? Is it even going to help?

I put it under the heading, Couldn’t Hurt, Might Help. Sometimes that is the best we can hope for.

Still, I would like it if something magic would happen. I suppose it needs more than a daily walk and a daily blog. Any suggestions?

Wayback Walk after Wuss-Out?

So yesterday was a true Wuss-out Wednesday as I neglected to post at all. In my defense, shut up, explanations are tiresome. I am sitting at the dining-room-tabletop prior to five Thursday morning, and my main feeling is gratitude for coffee. I went for a half-hour walk so am torn between making a Pedestrian Post and a Way-back Wednesday Post. Since I would like to retain the option of making a Throwback Thursday Post later, I shall attempt the former.

I do love flowers.

Full disclosure: I still have not upgraded my WordPress account so cannot add new pictures. Here is one from a walk I took in July 2017, making this a Way-Back Wednesday as well as a Pedestrian Post. This is the extent of my ability to multi-task (unless cleaning my oven while I sleep is still a thing) (older readers get that). Fuller disclosure: I did not see this on this morning’s walk, although I did walk by this building. For one reason, it was still dark. However, if I had troubled to look, I could probably report on whether the purple flowers are there once again. I did not. Judge me if you are so inclined.

Teehee!

Here is a funny from a walk in July 2018. It was actually a cool-down walk after a run, just to make me feel a little sad to remember I have not been running since May. I found it on the sidewalk and took it home, taking this picture, because it amused me so much. I told my husband Steve it was probably for him, and his girlfriend had left it there for me to deliver.

I see I have not yet said anything about today’s walk. Oh well, it wasn’t such a much anyways, and I am almost at 300 words (that sentence put it over). I feel oddly pleased with this post, but perhaps I flatter myself. No matter. It’s time to get myself a little more coffee.

PS. Now it is 5 a.m.

Walking into a Blog Post

What did I say yesterday about posting at night so I could walk in the morning? Well, I didn’t do it on Monday. However, I took a walk this morning and am now sitting on my couch, icing my elbow and wielding the stylus with my left hand, attempting a long-promised Pedestrian Post.

I have been walking almost daily since Memorial Day weekend, when something bad happened to my hip. My hip doesn’t feel so bad these days, so a run may be in my future. Still, walking is way easier: no wrestling into sports bras before or shower necessary after. It is certainly more conveniently fitted into my morning routine.

I try to get up around four. I go for my walk right away, while the coffee perks. Today I was on my way at 4:15. I used my Garmin to track the walk and carried my cell phone for security proposes. I sometimes use Map My Run on the phone. I like to post the map on Facebook and let my friends interpret the shape.

I like to carry a bottle of water and hydrate as I go. Then I like to walk by the spring and refill the bottle. I do that on my longer runs (if I ever work my way back up to longer runs). I find it works well walks, too. It ensures that my walk lasts a little over twenty-minutes.

My favorite thing about early morning walks is hearing the birds sing. I also enjoy watching the sky brighten as the sun rises. For some reason I feel a little more nervous walking in the dark than I do running. Maybe it is the thought that I can just run away from anything untoward. Or perhaps it is because it takes less time to get from streetlight to streetlight. However, I do not allow any feelings of trepidation to stop me. I’m sure there is nothing to worry about in any case.

Today I only walked straight to the spring and back, just over a mile in 23 minutes. I am now stylus-typing with my right hand (must faster for me) and I see I am over 350 words. Time to get on with my Tuesday.

I Was Gonna Make Espresso!

Alas, it seems I can’t get through the week without missing at least one blog post. Yesterday I just couldn’t do it. I am not sure I can do it today, either, as I sit on my couch sipping chamomile tea and wondering if I shouldn’t call in to work. I am suffering stomach problems but do not wish to burden you or gross you out with details.

The sad thing, to me at least, is that I managed a half hour walk when I first got up. I used the Map My Run app on my phone (it isn’t just for running, it turns out) (and I still feel a little weird using a 21st century word like “app”) and shared the results on Facebook. Won’t that be a little assymetrical, going for an ambitious (for me) walk then missing work? Come on, chamomile tea! Be a miracle cure!

In the meantime, I am afraid this will have to do for my Thursday post, or rather my excuse for not making a Thursday post. Hey, it’s kind of a lame excuse, and here we are on Lame Post Friday! It! Could! Work!

Side Note: “It! Could! Work!” is from the glorious Mel Brooks movie, Young Frankenstein. If you have not seen it, do.

P.S. It Is also a Non-Sequitur Thursday Post.

So I Slacked

I try to make a very quick post as I watch the charge on my Tablet go ever lower. It probably will not be be a very good post, although I am not the best judge of these things. I mostly want to make an apology for not posting on Saturday (since I counted the post I made yesterday morning for Friday). We’ll call it a Slacker Saturday Post.

I only wrote post cards to my weekly regulars, nobody extra, and I wrote them later than I usually do. As a matter of fact, shortly after I made the blog post, I went back to bed and took a morning nap. I enjoyed it.

When I took my walk, it started to rain. Just a little mist, really, so I kept going. For one reason, I had to mail my post cards. My Garmin (actually a friend’s Garmin which he nicely loaned me) told me I walked a faster mile than previously, 20:53 yesterday, 23:39 last Sunday. I have to be careful about walking fast, because I easily give myself shin splints. I try to concentrate on walking heel to toe. That is what an army friend told me she did.

And that was the extent of my usefulness yesterday. Today I am getting a jump on being at least marginally more useful by putting in laundry in before getting on the Tablet. I mention it here to remind myself to put the clothes in the drier soon.

Now I see I am over 250 words. Score! Regarding the depression I mentioned yesterday, I have found that sometimes completing a blog post is also an anti-depressant.

Short, Late Post about Good Music and Food

Oops, I missed making my Wednesday blog post, a true Wuss-out Wednesday, I suppose. I did not have rehearsal, so naturally Steve and I went to Fratello’s Pizzeria in Frankfort, NY for music and food. Stay home and study my lines, you suggest? I can do that later. Phil Arcuri was playing!

Old photo, but he still looks like this.

We chatted up our favorite bartender, Toni (although we like all the bartenders), and enjoyed a shrimp basket (Steve) and a Cuban wrap (me).

Another previously used photo.

I don’t have time to make a proper blog post (that is, 200 words) (by my rules for me), but for a late Wuss-out Wednesday Post, I hope this will do.

Where Was I on Saturday?

So I missed Thursday, posted lame on Friday, then missed Saturday. Right down the line, I did better earlier in the week than later. Not that I did so hot earlier last week, now that I think about it. I guess I have set the bar for myself kind of low.

Anyways, here I am, lounged on my couch on Sunday morning, pecking in one letter at a time with the stylus, trying to make some post, any post, for reasons I feel unable to articulate.

Yesterday (Saturday), I went for a walk, since I still feel unable to run. Later, our friend Kim picked up Steve and me, and we went to the Pride festivities in Little Falls, NY. We enjoyed some musical performances from a few fabulously dressed Queens, and I purchased a rainbow fan.

Then we adjourned to Rock Valley Brewing, where we ordered drinks. After dithering with my phone for a few minutes, I just walked over to Mangia Macrina’s to get a wood-fired pizza. Previously I have ordered by text, but yesterday I was so indecisive, I thought in-person was a better way to go.

Returning to Herkimer, I remembered that there was a wine tasting at Valley Wine and Liquors, so we made a quick stop. I love wine tastings.

I realize that I could easily have made a Scattered Saturday Post when we got home. Instead, I watched a DVR’d episode of Svengoolie. In my defense, Vincent Price.

So here is my Saturday post, posted Sunday morning. Will I make my Sunday post on Sunday? A little suspense adds interest to my day.

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.

Late Theatre Throwback Post

So after skipping Tuesday entirely and making Wednesday’s post early Thursday (why didn’t I bill that as a Wuss-out Wednesday? Missed a bet), I took a Blogger’s Sick Day, and unfortunately I mean a literal sick day by not posting at all. It was also a half sick day at work, as I left after four hours and went home to bed. On previous Blogger’s Sick Days I have managed to post a small, whiny thing explaining why I was not making a post. I am becoming a very bad blogger.

It is now early Friday morning. I believe I am well enough to make it through the day at work. As I wait for the cable to re-boot (cable’s sick day?), I thought I would try a Throwback Thursday Post. I only hope my Media Library will not be as recalcitrant as it usually is.

“To be or not….” Oops, wrong play.

This was when LiFT, Little Falls Theatre Company did The Tempest in 2017. I almost wept with happiness when I saw that summer Shakespeare is returning this year (preview of coming attractions).

Here are a few more Tempest characters. I guess I don’t have a whole lot more to say. But when LiFT gets going again, I hope for many good posts. Maybe I can have a new feature: Theatrical Thursday. As always, I hope you’ll stay tuned.